The most miserable screams in the air, which did not sound like human voices at all, were the three phantoms on the long ladder.
With Li Yan's knowledge, he could tell at a glance what those three phantoms were?
They were three figures with condensed souls. From the back, two women and one man looked like monks Human Race.
The woman's long hair was completely disheveled and her appearance could not be seen clearly, but her figure still looked very curvy. The three of them had their backs to Li Yan, and they were climbing the long ladder with great effort.
But every time they came into contact with those sharp blades, the hands of the three people holding the blades were immediately cut off and dropped.
But they still had no hesitation. Amidst the shrill screams, they used the instant strength of their hands when they were cut off to step on the sharp blade of the previous step.
But the next moment, even their feet were cut into by extremely sharp blades, and then their legs were instantly cut open upwards.
The sharp blade cut the whole person into three straight sections like a piece of paper, and then the divided soul quickly faded and fell...
But very soon, when several souls were about to completely collapse, a horse-headed evil ghost below suddenly raised his hand and pulled out the black scale whip.
"Ba!"
With a crisp sound, the barbed scale whip swept past, both in terms of angle and speed, it was accurate and fast.
It will directly roll up several pieces of the opponent's body, as well as the severed and fallen soul hands.
In the crisp sound of "Bang", the tip of the sharp black scale whip just flicked, and the sharp barbs on the whip were directly embedded into the soul's body.
After shaking his arm and stroking it again, accompanied by an even more heart-rending scream, a ghost shadow once again solidified at the tip of the whip.
The location where the ghost shadow appeared was exactly where the body was cut and dismembered just now.
The newly re-condensed souls were more like avoiding snakes and scorpions, desperately trying to avoid the black scale whip.
Because the strange sliding of those scales caused their souls to feel insane pain.
And in the next moment, they could only rush towards the long ladder in front and climb the sharp blades.
Because the phantoms of their condensed souls would only be wrapped in the black scale whip no matter they tried to escape in any other direction.
They didn't even want to deal with the kind of continuous pain that made people want to die immediately.
Even if you know that if you climb forward to climb those sharp blades, you will be cut into pieces immediately by the blades, it is still slightly better than the black scale whip.
And even if you climb up the sharp blade, you will still be repeating the excruciating pain of cutting, dismembering, condensing, and dismembering again.
But they gradually discovered that as long as they climbed up, the sharp blade above was not as sharp as the one below.
This allows them to persist for a longer time after their souls creep up, but they will eventually be dismembered.
The feeling of being torn into pieces is not as scary as the black scale whip, which separates the souls alive.
But in general, as long as you climb up, you can "live" longer and persist for a longer time.
Even though it was like drinking poison to quench their thirst, they still chose to keep crawling in mourning...
Li Yan Looking at the scenes in the two places in the center of the square, a few words suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Go up the mountain of swords, go down to the oil pan... ox head, horse noodles..."
He had heard these things from the old people in the mountain village when he was a child and an ordinary mortal.
That was the most terrifying thing for children like them at night, for fear that a vicious-looking bull-headed horse face would suddenly appear from the ground in the dark.
So often after hearing these stories, they are the most honest at night in the mountain village, and they no longer dare to go around chasing and fighting...
But here today, Li Yan really saw this scene. It was a scene that would give people endless chills from the bottom of their hearts just by looking at it.
Even a person like Li Yan, who is used to life and death, feels his hands and feet are cold at this moment.
Are there really people in this world who are not afraid of life and death? Now when I think about the words of defeating the enemy, and then see the scene in front of me, no one can't help but believe the truly frightening and trembling meaning in the other person's words!
"This is Netherworld. Don't think that death is the end of it. The nightmare that is more terrifying than death is the real beginning..."
As for soul damage, Li Yan understands more than more people how miserable it is.
It was his soul that, as long as it was only lightly touched by a foreign object, it would be ten times or a hundred times more painful than a raw body.
But those people in front have to endure such torture again and again.
The key is that as long as their souls are still alive, they will clearly remember what happened before. That is the most maddening spiritual destruction.
But here, no matter how crazy you are, those ghosts can destroy you from insanity to sanity again...
The three people who were going up Daoshan in front undoubtedly couldn't bear the pain here, and finally chose to commit suicide.
But the soul in Netherworld is not the end of life. These ghosts can truly control life and death...
As for the man and the demon who got off the frying pan, they still have physical life. They should be the so-called monks who don't work hard.
Although they did not suffer as much as the three souls, they were definitely worse off than dead. The thought of dying early had probably occupied all their thoughts.
After Fanan saw Li Yan, fear instantly appeared in his eyes. He nodded with satisfaction and continued walking forward.
No matter what kind of powerful person you are, as long as you get here, you will tremble whether you are a dragon or a tiger. After losing your cultivation, you will be worse than a snake or a cat.
In front of him, in addition to begging for favor, those who wanted to be heroes ended up with endless pleading, worse than a watchdog...
Although Li Yan felt truly scared in his heart, the look on his face at this time was something he did deliberately.
It's not like he has a brain problem, he still needs to show fearlessness at this time. Since Fanan wants to see that he is afraid, then just let the other party see it.
For such acting, Li Yan has always controlled his expressions and is a top-notch existence.
So just when Fa Nan lifted his legs and walked forward, Li Yan was also trembling a little and hurriedly followed him.
The three ghosts walked along a row of stone houses, and Li Yan soon saw that only some of these stone houses had their doors open.
The gate is just a thick and huge stone, and there is nothing inside.
And more stone houses are closed. Each stone house faces the square and has a large window.
The huge windows even occupied almost half of the wall, and were separated by thick black stone pillars.
When Li Yan walked all the way from the corner, in the closed stone houses, through the thick black stone pillar fences, you could see more or less several figures inside.
Those figures all exude the breath of life, but some are still relatively strong, and some are already like candles in the wind, almost disappearing and extinguished.
Li Yan walked past one after another. With his sharp ears and eyesight, he could still sense the movement of qi and blood in these living beings.
Li Yan can tell that these people should all be monks, including Demon Cultivator and Human Race monks.
Those monks with good vitality were standing behind thick black stone pillars, silently watching what was happening in the center of the square, and Li Yan walking in front.
The faces of these people were full of numbness and fear. Many of them had muscles on their faces twitching continuously, and some of them were shaking violently and shivering uncontrollably.
Many people who came to the window quickly looked away when Li Yan walked by outside, and some even stepped back quickly.
Li Yan After being stunned for a moment, he realized that these people were not afraid of him at all? But he was afraid of Fa Nan and the hanged man in white.
"It seems that they have suffered a lot of losses at the hands of these ghosts, and it's the kind of experience that is full of frightening memories..."
Li Yan quickly judged in his heart.
In addition to attacking himself once to establish his power, although his subsequent words were full of threats, he was still polite.
But judging from Li Yan's experience, if someone really thinks so, the consequences may be many times more miserable than those monks who get into the oil pan and go up the mountain of swords.
Li Yan At the same time, he saw those who had weak vitality falling on the ground in the stone house.
He turned a deaf ear to the ghostly howls and screams outside, and was probably in a coma.
Through the thick black stone pillars, Li Yan could clearly see the situation inside the stone house, where waves of stench came from.
The dark stone house not only exuded a bone-chilling cold air, but also contained only a few wooden boards and the like, simply spread on the ground.
The skin color of each of these monks showed a very abnormal gray color, and their eyes also showed a deathly gray color.
Even some monks with better life auras have a thick aura of death lingering on their entire bodies.
But even among these people, Li Yan still saw that in every stone house, occasionally someone would say hello to Fa Nan.
And those who dared to speak, when they saw Li Yan, their gray eyes actually shone with a light called desire.
This made Li Yan full of vigilance. At the same time, he tried his best to mobilize his hearing and eyesight, and also looked at those people carefully.
And the contents of those people's greetings to Fa Nan were surprisingly similar.
"Master Fa Nan, we are short of people here. Look at how many days it has been and we can't serve the adults..."
"Lord Fanan, let this person come to our place..."
"Master Fanan, Master Fanan, I don't have enough manpower here..."
After such sounds were heard, Li Yan could see those people's lifeless faces showing flattering smiles.
And Li Yan could clearly see that when these people said such words, there was fear and hatred quietly sliding through the eyes of other people in the same cell...
Fa Nan ignored these people's words at all. In the disappointed eyes of those people, he led Li Yan forward with no intention of stopping.
Li Yan also followed faithfully. When they turned the corner and walked to a row of stone houses on the opposite side, Li Yan saw the same scene there.
The monks who were originally leaning against the thick black stone pillars outside the window, after seeing Fa San coming, most of them retreated to the back of the stone house like a snake or a scorpion, with a look of horror on their faces.
Only some monks with dull expressions were still standing there, and occasionally one of them would ask Li Yan to come over while also trying to please Fa Nan.
In these stone houses, Li Yan also saw many female cultivators, but these female cultivators were separated from the male cultivators. They were also several female cultivators crowded into one stone room.
After seeing Li Yan, none of the female cultivators made a sound, or they just ignored Li Yan's existence with dull expressions, or they just stared at Li Yan walking by quietly.
All the female cultivators here have basically lost their protrusions, and their bodies appear extremely thin.
The exposed skin, where there is still a woman's crystal clear jade, is either gray or full of wrinkles, more like a dying old woman.
Li Yan knows that unless they see their souls, their true appearance before will probably be revealed, and now only this ghost appearance is left.
Finally, Fa Nan finally stopped in front of a stone house. Through the thick black stone pillars, Li Yan saw that there were only three people inside.
The number of people here was relatively small during his journey here. Li Yan immediately followed and stood still, his heart moved.
After knowing that you should probably be next, you have to enter here.
Along the way, he kept analyzing the situation here quickly in his mind based on what he saw, heard, and perceived.
Of course, he couldn't ask. It was better to remain silent at this time, so if he wanted to know the situation here, he could only rely on his observation and guessing.
"Lord Fa Nan, this guy is new here, he's so good!
As long as he is placed in our team, the result of our next mission will definitely satisfy the adults. I dare to guarantee this with my own life..."
Just after Fanan stood still here, a thick voice of surprise suddenly came from the stone house.
At the same time, Li Yan heard curses coming from other nearby stone houses.
"Damn it, it's Monk Fa Ke. This grandson is so lucky!"
"This damn bald donkey, why don't you die!"
"Monk Fa Ke, you son of a bitch..."
Fa Nan ignored this, but just waved the three-pronged fork in his hand, and the door of the stone house in front of him opened with a rumbling sound.
Then he turned his face slightly and looked at Li Yan.
"Go in, and the people inside will arrange the rest. After you come here, don't have any useless thoughts, let alone try to escape from here, otherwise that will be your end..."
When Fanan said this, the three-pronged fork in his hand pointed at the center of the square, where there were still heart-wrenching screams that continued to come.
"... Here, the only thing you can do is to work hard, and then quietly wait for your own death, and then your soul can embark on the journey to the afterlife!"
Li Yan While the other party was talking, he had already quickly walked towards the stone house. Seeing Li Yan being so understanding, Fanan felt satisfied in his heart.
This monk does not have some of the bad characteristics of the creatures who have just come here. Some monks have become useless even after their cultivation has been sealed.
After seeing the situation here for the first time, I either kept looking around or showed disdain on my face.
He knew very clearly what those people were thinking, which was to think about how he could lift the bloody death ban in his body and then find a way to escape from here.
This is the Asura Prison level. Even if you recover your cultivation level, you will not be able to cross the Yin and Yang realm of life and death.
But he would not say such things. Instead, he sometimes hoped that some people would help with some things.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be too boring to spend all day here besides practicing and just looking after these monks?
Li Yan must have been shocked, so he acted obediently.
As for whether the other party is real or fake, I don't care. Anyway, the fake is real. If it is an act, the pleading will be much more miserable than others.
Li Yan As soon as he entered, he saw the people who were just separated by the thick black stone pillars. Standing in front of him was a tall, but very thin, bald monk.
This person was wearing gray monk robes. Although the monk's robes should be Dharma Treasure level, after losing the control of the master's magic power, they were already stained with filth.
Li Yan knew that the other person was a monk because he had three rows of ring scars on his head. Judging from the dirty appearance of the other person, he must have been here for a long time, and he didn't even have a single hair.
Moreover, after the other party saw him entering, he still looked at him with one hand raised in front of his chest, but Li Yan saw a fierce light and excitement in the other party's eyes.