She thought that maybe she would have to stay in the abyss of hell for a particularly long time, so it was necessary to have a good relationship with the resentful spirits, but it turned out that this was her wishful thinking. This sentence was ignored by the resentful spirits, and they swarmed again.
And up, trying to bite the sea blue.
The attacks of the resentful spirits are not strong, but they are strong because they are creatures that cannot be killed, while Hailan is made of flesh and blood, and their power will be exhausted. This is a battle in a different dimension.
Hai Lan is also a wonderful person. She has always been optimistic and strong, calm about changes, and has a bit of arrogance to get stronger when she encounters the strong. The more the resentful spirits ignore her, the more she tries to provoke them. Xuanyuan is watching her misbehaving.
He didn't say anything, just a smile flashed across his lips. If he really had to stay in the abyss of hell for a thousand years, what a tragic scene it would be. Hundreds of years later, would he still see such a wise smile from his master? Can he return it?
He would hear that his master was laughing so wantonly, but he didn't know it, so he wanted to enjoy his master's happy mood now and have more confidence to accompany his master through the long years of resentment in the future.
If there are only two animals in the forest, one is a tiger and the other is a lion. There are a thousand tigers and only one lion, then the lion will be a thorn in the tiger's side and a thorn in the flesh. The tiger will attack the lion with all its strength. If the lion wants to survive,
The only way is to turn yourself into a tiger.
If Hailan wants to survive in the abyss of hell, the only way is to turn herself into a resentful spirit and have the same resentment as them. Only then can she survive in the abyss of hell. Escape is already a fantasy, so the only way is to ask for help.
same.
Xuanyuan's heart ached when he thought of his resentful master.
He knew that one day, the master would also have resentment in his heart, and there would always be resentment in a thousand years.
Hai Lan was teasing these resentful spirits, jumping up and down among them cleverly, trying to make one of them have a good impression of her. She felt that her attitude was already very good.
Warm and generous, so easy to get along with.
But the resentful spirits did nothing but attack her and make shrill screams. No one talked to her. Hai Lan couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. She wandered in the abyss of hell, and the resentful spirits chased her, from the resentful spirit river to the resentful spirit forest.
Even the Wraith Desert and Wraith Valley behind, and even the swamps further away... Hailan was slightly startled, the abyss of hell seemed endless.
She was sensing her soul, but she couldn't sense anything.
Her soul and three souls are not in the abyss of hell. The only gain is that she knows that the abyss of hell is very long, very long, but calm and calm. There is no day here, only night.
Hai Lan was thinking that perhaps, there were dangers in the abyss of hell that she could not imagine.
Valleys, swamps, deserts... are all black. At a glance, the edges are endless. There are not only wraiths with such weak attack power here, but also other creatures with stronger attack power.
This was her vague understanding.
But currently she can only see thousands of resentful spirits that cannot be killed.
Xuanyuan shook his head. Such a picture appeared in front of his eyes. His lovely master was dressed in white, with fluttering robes, flying past in mid-air, with countless resentful spirits chasing behind her. She was still in the mood to turn around and kiss them.
Greeting each other affectionately, a little bit of white emerges from all the darkness, which is very eye-catching in the abyss of hell.
So far, she was having a lot of fun playing with the resentful spirits. She ran away and they chased her. There was an advantage in the abyss of hell. Black was black, white was white. Black and white were clear. She liked it the most. While she was drifting in the river of resentful spirits, she
When she was about to go back to the room, a huge, dark, vine-like hand suddenly stretched out from under the river, penetrated Hailan's light shield, grabbed her neck and pulled her, and with a pop, Hailan fell in.
In the long river of resentful spirits, she remembered a word in that dazed moment.
Extreme joy brings sorrow, the ancients are sincere and I will not deceive them.
Xuanyuan was shocked and flew up. Hailan had fallen into the river. Countless resentful spirits swarmed up and plunged into the long river of resentful spirits. The white clothes were quickly annihilated by the resentful spirits without any sound.
Black is the only feeling she feels.
This long river of resentful spirits is not really a long river, it is a black river precipitated by countless resentful spirits. Hailan only feels that there are countless hands pulling her neck, and the resentful spirits around her squeeze out the air. She has difficulty breathing and her mind goes blank.
There was pain everywhere in her body. The shrill and desperate voices of the resentful spirits seemed to be amplified countless times in her mind.
There was a black and cold wind from all directions, carrying tiny silver needles. The wind blew, and the silver needles were all pierced into her consciousness. Her nerves were torn to pieces by the silver needles, and she was in excruciating pain.
She had gone through many experiences in her life, but never once had she suffered so much that she wanted to die immediately.
The white clothes that symbolize purity are completely destroyed by the darkness, which also seems to symbolize that the only white color in the abyss of hell is swallowed up by the blue sea. Such an image makes people tremble with fear.
In the dark, nothing can be seen clearly.
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared in front of her eyes, and she saw countless resentful spirits, the most desperate, fearful, and resentful scene in her heart.
A young mother resented her husband for marrying a concubine and neglecting her, so she hacked her young son to death with an ax in the deep forest.
A lovelorn girl set fire to her lover's family.
A middle-aged man killed his beloved brother in order to succeed.
A lower god from the God Realm and a girl from the Exile Realm secretly ate forbidden fruit and were punished by the God Realm. The lower god was deprived of his divine status. After his death, his soul unwillingly fell into the six realms and gradually turned into a wraith.
From the demon world...
…
These cruel and true images always appeared in front of her eyes. Those who were killed still had their grievances lingering, and those who harmed others also had their grievances lingering, with vicious resentment wrapping around her body like vines.
Pain, despair, sadness...all the negative emotions rushed up, and Hailan roared angrily. Suddenly, the cruel scene in front of him changed again.
Under the cliff, smoke is lingering, just like the top of the sea of clouds. Everything you see is soft white, as beautiful as a dream. Looking down from a high altitude, the smoke and clouds float like a soft ocean. That is the Sea of Mochou, which can make people forget everything.
A sad place.
In the white smoke, a bowl-sized Mochou flower bloomed. At the end of the Mochou Sea, two figures flew past the Mochou Sea, one black, one green, with fluttering clothes, above the Mochou Sea.
Two afterimages were left, lingering and wandering.
The man picked off the Mochou flowers on the cliff with one hand and handed them to the woman. The woman smiled as brightly as a flower. She took the Mochou flowers and suddenly put her arms around the man's neck and kissed his lips.
"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from Hailan's mouth, and the scene in front of him was shattered.
