final catastrophe

Chapter 356 39. Evil Dragon
The evil dragon chant.

The palm turned over, and the magic knife moved accordingly, a dazzling light appeared, and the sharp tip of the knife was already pointing at the swordsman's heart.

In my mind, all kinds of sincere lies are still buzzing, making my mind buzz like thousands of bees in my ears.

But the men who come here have no way out, and no other choice. This place is already a last stand.

Since it's a fight to the death, why bother to worry about anything?

He took a deep breath, grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, pushed back hard, and stabbed himself in the chest.

The sharp edge seemed to penetrate half of the body, and seeing the blood, the evil dragon in the magic knife suddenly found the opening, all galloped, and went towards the man along the tip of the knife.

The magic knife was longing for a knife owner who was willing to let go of his body.

If you find an opportunity now, how can you let it go?
Xia Ji did this because he believed that people's hearts were too weak to be able to tell themselves in the midst of debauchery and lies.

But the evil dragon will not.

Even if there are more voices, the evil dragon will not be shaken in the slightest.

Because of its roar, all the noise is nothing.

There is no other choice.

Therefore, the swordsman resolutely inserted the knife plug into his body.

Without blood, the 36-headed evil dragon broke into his body like a strange, black monster, but just touched the swordsman's blood, and he became "excited".

The 36 evil dragons seemed to be very excited. They were boiling rapidly and jumping wildly, just like the crazy dance of crabs when they are thrown into boiling water.

The swordsman seemed to be unable to bear the pain, he covered his heart with his empty left hand, and then slowly and slowly stuffed the violent evil dragon into his body.

The process is indescribable.
No one can imagine how happy the 36 evil dragons are. Look, its 36 excited heads are raised up, looking proudly behind it, as if enjoying the comfort of blending into the swordsman's blood.

The fusion of the swordsman and the magic knife was obviously "smooth", and in an instant, the evil dragon disappeared.

What a perfect collaboration.

If someone is nearby, there will be applause and say something like "good job", "congratulations, you finally made it".

In any case, the swordsman and the magic knife have become one.

His thoughts are no longer the thoughts of mortals, but mixed with the almost crazy thoughts of the evil dragon, 36 extremely exaggerated thoughts.

All the lies, all the voices that sounded in the knife guest disappeared instantly.

Instead, there is an eternal "roar of the dragon".

Xia Ji withdrew his knife, and in an instant, all his tongues seemed to be bitten back, like flowers that bloom in spring and fade in autumn, withering in an instant.

As he walked by, the flowers turned into light ashes and vanished in flight!

And for some reason, apart from being greeted grandly by this space at the entrance, the follow-up usually calmed down, especially when Xia Ji walked into this tongue-pulling hell, the regular attack completely disappeared.

The swordsman's face began to twist.

His own will in his mind was fighting fiercely against the roar of the evil dragon, and his willpower was strong enough before he went crazy.

Hurry up and move on.

When he came here, he had met a little girl with a hunchback, a crow that descended with thunder and lightning, and even a celebrity sitting at a table drinking wine gracefully.

They each gave him a present.

Just like all warriors are about to go out, they will meet the gods who bless him.

The crow gave him the sword.

The hunchbacked little girl gave him the clothes tied around his waist.

An elegant lady gave him a secret medicine.

His wife may still suffer in Huangquan, how could he shrink back.

The underworld is boiling, and the gate of hell is open.

Even if there are ten deaths and no life here, the swordsman will tell himself "I will definitely go".

Xia Ji took a deep breath, held his head up, and dragged the knife with trembling hands, walking alone in hell, everywhere he went, there were all withered flowers, thank you, withered.

The roar of the evil dragon made him restless, he couldn't even control his arms, and couldn't calm down.

Even if he found his wife, how could he stay together forever?

The forest of tongues, the pink and tender color will soon turn to gray, gray, like playing a requiem flute, the sound of the flute is full of dead souls.

Ashes are dead souls.

Going here is not for the sake of rebirth, it's just that the soul is flying away.

At the end of this land is a winding mountain road, the stone steps are cold and ghostly.

Xia Ji went down the stairs.

Da da da.
The footsteps are heavy, it seems that every step is enduring great suffering, and every step requires exhaustion of will to step out.

The second layer is the hell of scissors.

Those who enter will have their ten fingers cut off as a punishment.

Those who match widows will have their fingers broken.

Just as the swordsman entered, there was a rustling sound, and countless dark blue ghosts poked their heads out from behind the rocks, or squatted on a high place, overlooking the person who stepped in.

Here is the canyon.

The canyon is deep, very high, thousands of feet deep, and hundreds of miles high.

As soon as you enter it, it seems to be completely isolated from the tongue-pulling hell.

Still no rule attack.

The visitor raised his head, but he couldn't see the top at a glance. The mountain was like a sword, pointing directly at the sky that seemed to have overturned.

And the grinning little ghost has crawled out from behind the rocks, by the side of the road, and from the Criminal Law Hell, and surrounded him.

"Fingers off, fingers off, fingers off."

"Fingers. Cut off."

Youlan little ghosts began to come, their deformed bodies carried a ghostly, cold, and cloudy air, which made people unable to resist.

The swordsman's face was distorted, but the figures of the little ghosts in his sight could not be seen clearly, they were already distorted.

Kill, kill, kill!

The evil dragon roared angrily, trying to completely occupy his body.

But this silent man, forcefully suppressed the sore spot with willpower.

Huangquan is not a place that normal people should come to.

The living are forbidden, and the dead can enter.

He swallowed the gushing blood, and the 36 giant dragons were still laughing crazily, louder and louder.

All this roaring brought the legend of Longzangzhou to his knees.

Using the knife as a pillar, he gasped for breath.

It seemed that he could no longer feel the evil spirits surrounding him, or in other words, how could a person who would rather die be afraid of death?
"Hehe. Hehe."

He made a weird sound, the blade had already sunk into the soil in front of him, and his hands were tightly grasping the black hair.

It seemed that he couldn't bear the pain in his heart, so he moved crazily.

36 dragons, 36 split roars, 36 curse-like voices, even the gods dare not accept it, let alone mere mortals,
Therefore, the swordsman was more than just in pain, he felt like his head was about to explode, and every nerve in his head began to swell, shrink, and swell like thin tubes.

Finally, his endurance reached the limit, his whole body trembled, and at the same time let out a heart-piercing roar.

The blue goblins holding scissors have approached and surrounded this strange living person. This living person should not have appeared here.

(End of this chapter)