Ding Xiaoyi, give me back my life."

A series of ferocious faces swayed in front of Ding Xiaoyi’s eyes,

They were covered in blood, and some of them were headless corpses.

Ding Xiaoyi waved the long sword in his hand and swept away at the innocent souls.

One after another figures fell under the sword,

Then the fallen figure suddenly stood up again.

Their faces were covered with blood, and they let out screams that made his soul tremble.

"Go away, go away, you deserve to die",

Ding Xiaoyi has fallen into madness,

There were more and more innocent souls in front of him, and he seemed to be trapped in a demonic barrier but could not wake up.

The Yama domain is a god-level domain, and Ding Xiaoyi is just a ninth-grade grandmaster.

Naturally, he cannot break free from the shackles of the Yama realm.

As if he was stuck in the mud, he kept swinging his sword to attack the innocent souls surrounding him.

But his sword penetrated through an innocent soul who was killed by him.

There was no harm done to these innocent souls at all. Ding Xiaoyi was in that endless forest prison.

Countless innocent souls rushed toward him with roars.

Each enemy soul opened its ferocious mouth, trying to bite him into pieces.

Seeing himself trapped in the endless ghosts of injustice, Ding Xiaoyi's will began to collapse.

Familiar faces appeared before his eyes,

There were Chen Jianshu and the ordinary horse thieves who were killed by him, as well as the Diamond Sky Leopard and the Northern Demon Army.

The dark face of the enemy showed a grinning expression.

They rushed towards Ding Xiaoyi and roared.

Some of them were covered in blood, and some were headless ghosts whose heads had been chopped off by Ding Xiaoyi's sword.

Every wronged soul showed a cruel and horrifying expression.

They wanted to tear Ding Xiaoyi into pieces, but Ding Xiaoyi soon fell into the siege of these wronged souls.

He has no way to escape, and no way to retreat.

The long sword in his hand has no effect on these innocent souls.

More and more innocent souls gathered, and before his eyes, a squirming mass of innocent souls rushed towards him.

Ding Xiaoyi's soul began to tremble uncontrollably,

Cold drops of sweat slipped from his fingertips, and he raised the sword in his hand and swept away at the incoming group of innocent souls.

The long sword shuttled through the innocent souls,

But the evil spirit just twisted and pounced on him.

Although it could not cause any harm to his body, his soul was trembling.

Although those innocent souls are just illusions brought about by the realm of Yama,

But it mirrors the scenes in Senluo Hell extremely realistically.

Ding Xiaoyi's soul couldn't help trembling, and he could hardly hold on.

at this time,

The rising sun spreads its rays of light,

The rays of light spread in all directions, but what enveloped Ding Xiaoyi was a gloomy gray aura.

Yin Ruohan couldn't help but attack the King of Hell.

I saw strands of cold light condensing with ice-like vigor and stimulating towards King of Hell's body, but King of Hell raised his sword and calmly blocked every attack of Yin Ruohan.

A few moments later,

A hint of anger appeared on Yin Ruohan's furrowed brows.

She is not the opponent of the King of Hell, but the King of Hell seems to want Yin Ruohan to personally see Ding Xiaoyi tortured in the realm of Yama.

He was not in a hurry to kill Yin Ruohan, but just like a cat playing with a mouse.

Yin Ruohan's clone was anxious and angry,

But facing this powerful King of Hell, she was helpless.

"Although you are just a clone, if you want to save him, you must use your clone's life. But can you really lose your clone for him?"

There was a joking look in the King of Hell's eyes, and he said to Yin Ruohan's clone.

When Yin Ruohan's clone heard this, a look of determination appeared on her cold face.

Immediately, a blush like pink appeared on Yin Ruohan's clone's face.

A ray of hope shone in her eyes, and the words of the King of Hell reminded her.

Wanting Ding Xiaoyi to break free from the realm of Yama,

Then there is only one way, to enter the game personally.

That's the only way,

Only in this way can the fear in Ding Xiaoyi's heart be aroused, so that Ding Xiaoyi can get out of the trap smoothly.

"You don't really want to sacrifice your clone for this kid, do you?"

However, the King of Hell raised his eyes with disbelief in his eyes and a puzzled expression on his face.

"You won't understand. You are the superior god of the underworld. You don't know our emotions in this world. Unlike gods like you, we have no emotions and only have our own status."

Yin Ruohan's clone shook his head at the King of Hell and replied,

But the energy all over her body was getting higher and higher.

"Roar",

Yin Ruohan's clone turned into a Yin Jiao several feet long.

She transformed her true body, raised her head and dived towards the King of Hell.

The King of Hell's eyes narrowed,

Naturally, he didn't know why the Yin Jiao did this.

He felt that it was not worth doing this for a mere human being.

"Is it worth it for you?"

The King of Hell looked at the huge white dragon flying towards him, and then asked again in confusion.

What answered him was a roar, and the huge white dragon opened its bloody mouth and swooped down towards the King of Hell.

at this time,

The surroundings are colorful and the sun is pouring down.

The lake surface that had returned to calm once again had huge waves rising into the sky, and the rays of the rising sun illuminated the lake surface in brilliant colors.

The white dragon tears apart the space,

Tear apart all the sunlight from the rising sun.

It charged towards the King of Hell with its transcendent power, causing waves of shock and terror wherever it went.

"Since you are seeking death, I will grant you your wish."

A sharp cold light shot out from the eyes of the King of Hell.

The Yama sword in his hand was raised, and the sword was condensed with a light that could destroy the heaven and the earth.

The figure of the white dragon has swooped down,

And the long sword in the hand of the King of Hell was raised,

It turned into a dark knife several feet long and attacked the swooping white dragon.

"Hey...",

Ming Dao let out a long, high-pitched groan.

The dark energy fell towards the white dragon like an overwhelming force,

The indestructible Ming aura chopped off the white dragon's head like a broken bamboo.

"hiss……",

The white dragon's head was split in two by the underworld knife, and blood flowed out.
To be continued...