Zhao Fan looked around at the punishment covenant presented in the light curtain.
My body couldn't help but tremble.
I originally thought that the so-called place of punishment was just some torture instruments, corpses, bloodstains, etc.
Unexpectedly, when I truly appreciate this punishment, I felt a sense of visual impact of ordinary people falling into hell!
That kind of horror does not come from blood.
But the invisible atmosphere.
The entire punishment and punishment collar, various torture instruments of various shapes, were placed there casually.
In the middle is a corpse pit.
The corpses inside retained their appearance when they fell, but there were traces of the torture instruments left on them.
Neatly placed in the corpse pit.
It is like a collection, layer by layer.
It's clear at a glance.
The expression on the corpse...
There is despair.
There is horror.
Have regrets.
There is also anger.
Zhao Fan only took a look and determined that there were tens of thousands of corpses in total.
And the level of life is between the strongest and the ancestral realm.
There are thirteen corpses in the ancestral realm alone!
More than that.
There is a sign hanging on all the corpses. The life level is the same, the signs are the same, and different ones have differences.
But the word "Shangyuan" is engraved.
Zhao Fan couldn't help asking about the copper lamp, "Are these corpses members of Shangyuan Pavilion?"
"Isn't this obvious?"
The copper lamp said disapprovingly: "How long has Shangyuan Pavilion existed? It is normal for more than 10,000 people to commit a death penalty. They are all placed here to warn those who are not upright."
“It’s so terrifying.”
Zhao Fan felt that there seemed to be a chill in his skin.
The bloody color of this world.
Not a pigment.
But blood at different levels of life is mixed, evaporated, and dyed!
Not only that.
Accompanied by the pungent smell of fishy smell, there was also a vague scream of chaotic screams.
Every note contains a miserable memory.
Fall into your ears.
It's like an illusion that is imposed on oneself.
This is the terrible thing about the punishment leader!!!
"You, do you feel okay?" Yaozu asked with concern, afraid that Zhao Fan, one and a half of the ancestors, would not be able to hold on to his mood and will.
"fine."
Zhao Fan nodded slightly.
"Well, let's move it out." Yaozu said.
"good."
Zhao Fan moved his mind and moved his ancestor Yao from the Nine Domain Tower.
Before, I just passed through the light curtain, and I felt that way.
Now, when I’m here in person, I feel even stronger.
Even Yaozu's face was a little unnatural.
"How can we condense our will in this punishment leader?"
Zhao Fan didn't have the leisure to continue sightseeing anymore. It was so uncomfortable, so he didn't want to waste time.
"That corpse pit."
Yaozu stretched out his hand and pointed, "There are ten layers of corpses in total, and on the bottom layer, there is a cup-shaped container with red liquid inside, but not the blood of the creatures. My uncle said it was suspected.
It is made up of natural treasures. You don’t need to go in. Touch the cup wall outside to pull your consciousness in and soak it. That is to start condensing. If you can’t hold on, you will remind you to have three breaths to relax.
Just use your hand. If you have exceeded three breaths and have not let go, the consequences will either force a higher limit to survive, or you will have a sense of collapse and fall.”
She took a deep breath and said, "Remember, when you can't hold on, there are only three chances to give up..."