Start from breaking the limits of the human body

He is sure.

Wu Dao is completely abnormal and insane.

Treat suffering as a reward.

The gift of the brave who pursues suffering with the great terror of life and death.

He can feel it.

With the number of death punishments in the mud plow pit, the number of punishments increases.

Wu Dao's soul.

Also keeps getting stronger.

Although it is not really killing him, it is not comparable to the real power of soul refining.

The real function of this mud plow deep hell.

It is to deny the meaning of life!

After overcoming the catastrophe of the mud plow abyss, which is more dangerous than death and denies the meaning of life in all aspects.

Increased willpower.

It is still insignificant, and the sand is gathering in the sea, increasing Wu Dao's soul strength at an extremely slow speed.

Although very slowly.

But the essence is still getting stronger,

Isn't that a reward?

‘Heh, after the tenth floor, there will be no gaps in the punishment of death, I hope you are still so hard. '

unconsciously.

Wu Dao has already survived the nine-story mud plow prison inconceivably, and fell into the tenth floor.

Mysterious old monster heart.

A little more confidence emerged.

He is a little upset now.

Wu Dao's excited roar was like slapping His face.

Can't wait for Wu Dao to shut up.

I want to hear the melodious and mournful wailing and begging for mercy.

Hum-boom!

Falling into the tenth floor of the mud plow abyss for an instant.

The power of the invisible tremor is added to the body.

Wu Dao was instantly shaken into thousands of particles.

Beyond the nine layers of purgatory,

The pain of the sum of the countless times of death torment.

Between time.

His consciousness went blank for a moment.

But that's just the beginning.

Hum-boom!

The body and soul have just condensed.

In a pure white space.

The power of the tremor struck again, without giving the slightest chance to relax and breathe, and 'dead' Wu Daozhen on the spot, turning him into countless particles.

The tenth floor of Mud Plow Prison——

Shake the white world!

As the mysterious existence said.

After ten floors.

There will be no breaks in the death penalty.

After satisfying the number of punishments.

It will fall into the next level of despair.

Hum-boom!

Hum-boom!

Recovered again and again.

Died again and again.

In constant torment.

Wu Dao no longer has the opportunity to be excited, and no longer has the time to roar.

Endless pain.

It made him fall silent for the first time.

Cyclic death without a momentary gap.

Blank his spiritual consciousness.

Nothing but pain.

No other thoughts.

He can only continue to burn the fire of survival with the gods and ghosts.

In silence.

He is like a lonely traveler looking at a mirage oasis that can never be reached in the scorching sun desert.

Knowingly out of reach.

Still with an indestructible will.

Supporting the tattered body riddled with holes, he took staggering steps.

Step by step……

Heading towards the void oasis.

Life goes on, survival goes on!

Unless you actually kill me.

Unless I voluntarily give up my life.

otherwise--

Thousands of blows are still strong, eighteen mud plows forge real gold!

The tenth floor...

The eleventh floor...

Twelve floors...

...

In silence.

In the never-ending cycle of death, Wu Dao slowly fell into more and more desperate mud plow prisons.

The fire of life burns unexpectedly.

The will of the soul accumulates sand into the sea.

Before falling into the eighteenth floor.

above the panel.

His soul refining cultivation.

It has entered the peak field of five changes from the previous five changes.

but even so

Still can't escape this plow mud abyss prison.

The mysterious existence of today's strength.

Absolutely no nine changes.

But He possesses the supreme essence that Wu Dao cannot comprehend and look up to now.

Because of this supreme nature.

Although he couldn't kill Wu Dao, he could trap Wu Dao.

If you want to get away, there is no other way.

Can only win from this game of the brave.

"Strength is not as strong as it is, and it deserves to suffer..."

The exuberant fire of life will swayed.

Wu Dao sticks to his heart and keeps his true self.

There is no longing for relief, no resentment, no pessimism, and no thoughts of giving up in despair...

These are the emotions of the powerless and weak.

He doesn't need it, let alone have it!

want to live!

Only take the chestnut out of the fire and win this game!

buzz~

After a brief fall.

The endless purgatory enveloped Wu Dao again.

The eighteenth floor of the mud plow abyss——

Infernal hell!

Rumble——

Hoo hoo -

Grinding the world, burning hearts and seas of fire, rot... wind and thunder... tremors...

In the last layer of purgatory.

The penalty is the common superposition of the previous dozen layers.

For a moment.

Those who are tortured will suffer superimposed punishments of seventeen kinds of purgatory punishments.

every death.

All will feel seventeen kinds of extreme pain beyond imagination and tormented at the same time.

The number of penalties for this layer.

That's even more...

A quantity enough to make the gods sigh.

In the endless torment of death and suffering.

I do not know how long it has been.

In the almost frozen time difference.

The outside world has already passed two months.

Because above the properties panel.

Henglian Immortal Transformation has entered the ninth gate.

But within the endless hell.

How long has passed.

Wu Dao didn't know.

He just knows.

After the unimaginable number of deaths and time tempered in the seventeenth floor of purgatory, he stepped into the soul path attainment of the peak of the five transformations.

Only on the 18th floor of Infernal Purgatory.

He broke through five changes.

And enter the field of six changes!

at the same time……

The punishment of the endless eighteen levels of the endless abyss has finally come to an end.

finished?

No!

just started!

Because this is only the second level!

There is one last level!

Kachacha——

The world is broken again.

fall apart.

This time the mysterious existence did not speak.

Uncharacteristically silent.

clatter~

The endless ocean surges.

The waves are blooming.

A wave seems to contain the birth, old age, sickness and death of a living being, and the various states of life.

"There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, and the hardships of dripping water. If you can swim through the sea of ​​suffering, no, it only takes half of it, and this emperor will admit defeat."

Bloody starlight hangs high in the sea of ​​bitterness.

The mysterious existence sighed in admiration.

"Half, heh."

Wu Dao's voice was hoarse and vicissitudes, even after eighteen mud plows, he was still terribly calm:

"You don't need to give in, just pass everything, win and win!"

"Hahaha, good!!"

The scarlet starlight trembled.

The laughter was mixed with a sense of admiration and respect: "If the sea of ​​suffering passes, we will meet again in the future, and this emperor salutes you!"

His life.

How magnificent.

But never convinced anyone.

Wu Daoruo really passed the sea of ​​suffering.

So what if he bowed his waist and bowed?

clatter~

The sea of ​​bitterness is surging.

After a short chat.

Wu Dao also fell into an insignificant drop of seawater in the boundless sea of ​​suffering.

'Phew, if you had the mind of a child at that time, why worry about the failure of great things. '

Staring at Wu Dao who fell into the bitter sea drops, the mysterious existence sighed complicatedly.

Eighteen layers of mud plowed across the abyss.

He is clear in his heart.

After being tempered by this.

No catastrophe in the world can make Wu Dao frown and shrink back.

If you go through the sea of ​​suffering again...

He can't even imagine it.

What kind of monster will be tempered.

"Tsk, if he escapes from ten calamities in the future, there will be a good show in the future..."

Think of something.

The mysterious existence has a little more expectation for the future in his heart.

After sighing for nothing.

He already had the idea of ​​giving up doves and magpies' nests.

Instead, he looked forward to how much trouble this monster Wu Dao would stir up in the future, and how many times he would slap those dogs in the face!

But still that sentence.

The premise is that Wu Dao wins the game!

...

Human suffering is endless.

There is no limit to the sea of ​​bitterness.

Sea of ​​bitterness, sea of ​​bitterness.

It is the ocean where countless miserable and desperate lives gather.

Once fell.

It's like reincarnation.

Lose all memory.

Only soul instinct remains.

Be a new man and experience countless sufferings without hope and light.

A life is a drop of water.

One can imagine.

Want to cross the sea of ​​suffering.

What a desperate thing.

...

first world.

huh huh~

The winter wind passes through the border, and it is freezing cold.

"Go away, stinky beggar!"

"Disgusting."

"It stinks, he's still a cripple, stay far away."

town corner.

Covered in mud, rotten cloth and cotton felt, the skinny and dirty black beggar just stretched out his broken bowl to passers-by before he was kicked down and rolled into the dirty ditch.

The beggar said nothing.

With cloudy eyes, he glanced at the departing pedestrians, but he didn't sigh, cursed and resented, and silently got up from the dirty and smelly ditch.

"Cough cough cough~"

simple action.

For beggars, it is no less than heavy physical labor.

After limping out of the ditch.

Coughing a few times violently, spreading out the dirty and smelly chicken feet, you can see flowers of blood.

I'm sick again~

Leaning in the filthy shack built with a few wooden boards on the corner of the street, the beggar looked up at the dark sky, as if he saw the gloomy first half of his life.

A beggar has no father and no mother.

He was raised by an old beggar since he was a child.

But there is a voice in his heart that keeps reminding him not to be a beggar, nor to lose hope, let alone give up fighting against fate.

Under the spur of this voice.

Even if you live at the bottom of the bottom of the society since you were a child, you will be accompanied by filth and suffering all day long.

Beggars also develop an optimistic attitude.

Never give up on the future.

Never had the thought of desperate death.

even if……

An eight-year-old beggar died.

At the age of nine, he was sold into a bitter kiln.

Escaped at the age of thirteen.

In a blink of an eye, he was caught on the battlefield again.

Retired at eighteen.

No half pension.

Going around and going around, wandering and wandering.

twenty years old.

There are a few acres of Susukida, thatched shelter, and a big yellow dog.

I thought things were going to get better.

The country is gone...

Chaos is coming.

Bandits and soldiers are rampant, and local tyrants are rampant.

Susukita is gone.

The thatched cottage was burned.

The big yellow dog was eaten.

People were also crippled.

The ray of light caught in the hand.

Once again swallowed by the boundless darkness.

But the beggar still did not give up on life.

Bring the broken bowl from home.

He limped and started a long begging career.

He has a little wish.

Raise some money.

Learn a trade.

In the future, there is no need to be displaced.

But there is a saying:

The hemp rope is only broken at the fine point, bad luck only finds the poor, and the night grass does not fatten the horse.

Thirty years old.

He no longer needs to be a beggar.

A kind tailor took him in.

He offered a pitifully small apprenticeship fee.

one year later.

The bandits plundered the city.

The master died, and in order to protect the master, his right hand was also broken.

Lame lame, lonely.

Life has completely lost the last hope.

"At least I'm still alive, there's hope in life..."

But he still didn't give up fighting.

Say comforting words.

After going around and around, he became what people call stinky shit and a rotten beggar again.

Until the age of thirty-five.

"Cough cough cough..."

He coughed violently.

The beggar, who was suffering from illness, was leaning against the shack. The pain, hunger, and cold made his consciousness a little blurred, and he stared blankly at the dirty snow on the street corner.

What is the meaning of life?

Thirty-five years of suffering.

The beggar has thought about this question countless times, but has never had an answer.

Actually there are.

But he didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to admit that the old beggar said that people were born to suffer.

For this he has fought all his life.

But it doesn't seem to work.

In the gloomy life.

There is almost no light.

Even if there is.

He couldn't catch it at all.

So what's the point?

call~

A cold wind blows.

It brings a fragrance that I don't know if it is an illusion.

The beggar sniffed his nose.

Found the source of the fragrance.

It was a stubborn green grass swaying in the silt and bitter cold of the street corner.

Winter is almost over.

The beggar laughed.

Exhausted the last bit of strength.

The probe touched the fresh green, tenacious grass full of vitality.

with a smile.

He slowly closed his eyes.

The answer is always there.

His whole life.

No matter how hard it is.

Even at the last moment.

Not reconciled to fate, never gave up the pace of chasing the light, and was never crushed and buried by the wind and snow.

that's enough.

buzz~

The sea of ​​bitterness is surging.

Wu Dao's consciousness returned, without the slightest nostalgia, let alone a slight pause, he resolutely submerged into the next drop of bitter water.

If you are not afraid of death, why should you be afraid of life?

The greatest brilliance of life.

It's not about never falling.

But even if you fall into adversity.

It can also go retrograde tenaciously and live endlessly.

Question, how many times did Wu Dao 'die' in Niliyuan Prison?