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100 years later, the abyss of hell.

There are several huge resentful spirits floating in the sky above the long river of resentful spirits. They are a hundred times larger than ordinary resentful spirits. They seem to be a hundred ordinary resentful spirits combined together. These resentful spirits have intelligence, thinking, and attack power equal to

The level of the Holy Magister is extremely terrifying.

They were floating in the long river of resentful spirits, as if waiting for something.

The long river of resentful spirits has been floating for hundreds of years. The resentful spirits floated, their voices were shrill and desperate, and they hovered for a long time. The blue-haired boy stood by the long river of resentful spirits with his hands folded, as if he was also waiting for something. The resentful spirits did not attack him.

Suddenly, the long river of resentful spirits rolled and roared, like a black tide that continued to surge and surge. A white light shot out from the long river of resentful spirits. Then, a white shadow flew up, and the woman's face looked even more holy in the white light.

She was unattainable, with a kind of sanctity that would be blasphemous if she looked at her even more. Her hair was spread out, almost covering half of her face, and her eyes were as cold as electricity.

Four strands of black sword energy condensed from his fingertips, and he attacked the huge vengeful spirits. The vengeful spirits exploded, leaving only shrill screams.

The sea-blue figure spun and landed on the shore. The resentful spirit roared and hissed, but did not attack her. Xuanyuan smiled and said: "Master, you have advanced again."

"Well, the pinnacle of polar power." Hailan's voice was smooth and quiet.

No one can imagine how she spent the past hundred years. She never relied on Xuanyuan and practiced alone in the river of resentful spirits. This place has the purest and most profound dark power. Because of the magic ring of Jun Wuhen

, Hai Lan easily absorbed the dark power in the long river of resentful spirits, and in the past hundred years, she has reached the peak of the six series of magic and the peak of fighting spirit. Her own strength has increased rapidly. It took others thousands, even tens of thousands of years to accomplish things.

, she completed it in a hundred years.

Today's Hailan, even if he doesn't take the Xuanyuan Sword test, is still a top expert.

Due to lack of soul, the goddess's power returned incompletely, but with her persistent practice, the Lotus Taboo and Lotus Fragments have been able to release 90% of their power, and the success rate is as high as 100%. They are no longer in the dysfunctional state of the past.

.The White Lotus Blessing and the Holy Light of Mercy also started to work sometimes and sometimes not work, which is much better than the previous state where they could not be used at all.

She tried to use all the goddess's skills to 90% while her soul was incomplete. After magic and fighting spirit reached their peak, Hailan was about to change the direction of her training. She had to mix and use all series of magic skills together to create

Find the skills that best suit you.

The skills of the main weapon and artifact are also skills released by the fusion of six magic elements. For example, Xuanyuan's intermediate skill, Skylight Meteor, is a skill that is the fusion of the peak magic of light and wind.

In the past hundred years, she has tamed all the vengeful spirits, allowing them to release their power and help her practice and advance. Ordinary vengeful spirits have low intelligence, but high-level vengeful spirits have extremely high intelligence. They told her

, she is the fifth person to tame the resentful spirit in this thousand years.

Hailan knew that if he couldn't tame them, he would die in the abyss of hell.

Because the River of Wraiths is the most basic experience level, the Forest of Wraiths, and the Wraith Deserts and Swamps behind it, have more powerful Wraith creatures, and some can transform into humans. Their power is unfathomable, and there is no one at all.

Can be tamed.

The Long River of Wraiths is the first level of the Hell Abyss. It is full of dangers and contains the most terrifying Wraith creatures, but they will not take the initiative to attack Hai Lan. The senior Wraiths told Hai Lan that taming the Wraiths in the Long River of Wraiths is equivalent to gaining

Right of pardon.

For the remaining nine hundred years, she doesn't have to challenge the terrifying resentful spirits behind her. As long as she survives her inner demons and spends the nine hundred years smoothly, she can get out of the abyss of hell.

Hailan calmly stared at the Wraith Desert, valleys and swamps behind her. She knew that there were more powerful forces and more dangerous Wraith creatures there. She had been to the Wraith Forest for training, and it was true that there were dangers everywhere, and there were hidden dangers in the forest.

There were countless wraith creatures with attack power comparable to those of mid-level polar warriors, and they all used dark skills. She went there once and never went there again.

The iron law of experience is, haste makes waste.

Now, she has successfully conquered the River of Wraiths, although it took a full hundred years.

The four resentful spirits that were crushed by her gathered together again, and a woman's voice floated over, "Lotus Goddess, congratulations!"

"Thank you all!" Hailan said gratefully.

Wraiths are not scary, as long as you have resentment and hatred in your heart. In the abyss of hell, the most terrifying thing is not the wraiths themselves, but the inner demons infected by the despair of the wraiths. Yes, the inner demons.

The abyss of hell has the heaviest resentment. In the abyss of hell, you will see the scene of the most resentment and hatred in your heart, which is unavoidable.

Even Xuanyuan might not be able to feel the torture that Hailan has endured for the past hundred years.

As now...

A black carved mirror appeared in front of her eyes. This is called the Mirror of Resentment. It appears in front of you anytime and anywhere, allowing you to see your inner demons clearly. If you close your eyes, these images will also appear in your mind and you cannot get away.

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A beautiful picture was reflected in the mirror, with white moon flowers dancing all over the sky. A man and a woman were making love in the white moon forest. The man played the piano and the woman danced. She couldn't hear the sound. It could be seen from the man's obsessed eyes.

, he was so obsessed with the dancing woman in green shirt. The woman danced extremely well, with all kinds of charms. Sometimes she was as charming as silk, sometimes as shy as a flower, sometimes as gorgeous as a peony, sometimes as quiet as an orchid.

White Moon Flower Dance, the woman's dazzling beauty almost surpasses the beauty of White Moon Flower.

After the song ended, the woman shyly drifted closer to the man and hooked his arm intimately. From the shape of her lips, she could clearly tell that she called him "Wuhen". She saw the woman raising her head to kiss his lips, although he avoided it.

He opened his mouth, but did not stop the lips from falling on his cheek. His eyebrows were smiling, and he caressed the woman's face in a low voice without knowing what to say. This made the woman's eyebrows smile brightly, and she was very shy.

Hai Lan almost crushed the bones, her nails had penetrated into the flesh but she felt nothing. Her face was pale and her lips were trembling. She was used to seeing this heart-wrenching scene, but she could never get used to the feeling of pain.

The pain was getting stronger every time, gnawing at her heart, and the hatred was stronger than love, and it was stronger every time.

A hundred years of prison of despair.

She just watched them live like a couple of gods and goddesses, watched Nishang replace her and became Jun Wuhen's lover, watched them live in love with each other for a hundred years.

A whole... one hundred years of despair and torture.

*

I know, someone will definitely explode, ah, let the storm come more violently.


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