Chapter 37 Return to Strangers!
The entrance of the ninth floor is silent. The three huge stone steps can be seen, blood spots, and an ancient dead silence.
Arnold, innocent little things, careless Murong, and Qianlan, an ancient sword like a nine-day immortal, were all buried in this evil existence in an instant. Hong Yu's heart was dripping blood and breaking! He looked at the evil entrance and heard the sound of his heart breaking.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm afraid Yuer can't take care of you in the future. Father, I'm sorry, Yuer can't come to save you..." Hong Yu lowered his head and cried silently, and his thin shoulders trembled gently.
"Brother Xiao, please tell my mother that I can't go back and ask her to take good care of herself. In this life, Yuer has not done enough, far from enough. Yuer owes her too much. Yuer can only wait for ten times the return of her upbringing in the afterlife." Hong Yu called a disciple of Piaofeng. His face was full of guilt, but his eyes shot out the light of death, and there were tears at the same time.
Such a last word made people extremely sad. Many people turned around to wipe their tears secretly. Even Duan Mujing lowered her head at this moment. Brother Xiao didn't know what to say, so he nodded.
"The evil thing on the ninth level, I'm going to smash you into ten thousand pieces!" Hong Yu burst into tears and shouted suddenly. This time, he broke free from the shackles of gravity, stood up with a bare waste gun, rushed to the entrance of the ninth floor crazily, and rushed in without hesitation.
In front of you are ninety-nine magnificent ancient stone steps, each of which is more than five feet high, sticky silk blood, slowly flowing down from the top of the stone steps.
The upper end of these 99 stone steps seems to be connected to the Jiuyou Shura field!
"Mimi...Mimi..." The childish scream of the little thing came from above.
"Xiao Yu... Don't come up... Don't forget... You are... You are the eagle...!" The dying words of Gu Jian Qianlan, Arnold and Murong Qi.
"Ah...!" Hong Yu's eyes cracked and looked up to the sky and roared, "Fuck you, mother, I don't care what kind of existence you are. If you dare to hurt them, even if I, Hongyu, swear to smash you to ten thousand pieces!"
"Drink--!"
Extremely sad and indignant Hong Yu, holding a bare waste gun barrel, rushed straight up the boulder steps, and the sticky blood covered the soles of his feet. He held a waste gun, stepped on the blood, and jumped up one stone step after another.
"Wow...!"
The blood under his feet suddenly rushed up and quickly condensed into a huge and ferocious blood face, with eyes and nose. The blood woke up so that people almost fainted. The blood face opened its mouth and went straight to Hong Yu to bite.
"Get out of here!" Hong Yu shouted, danced the waste gun rod, and rushed over desperately. A gun rod smashed the blood face, splashed blood everywhere, and instantly poured him into a bloody man.
However, the next moment, the blood under his feet condensed into a huge blood face, opened his blood mouth, roared, and bit Hong Yu, and only one line was about to bite Hong Yu into the blood mouth.
With an angry shout, Hong Yu's body slanted and narrowly avoided the disgusting blood mouth. The bare waste gun in his hand swept away with his backhand and dispersed the blood face again.
"Wow...!" Wow...!" Wow...!"
Endless blood surface condensed, one after another, all with huge blood mouths, spewing out strong blood, making people's scalp numb. Layers of huge blood faces always stood in front of Hong Yu, as if they were queuing up. Ninety-nine stone steps make him never go up.
Looking at the top of the stone steps, the short distance could never be reached. Hong Yu, who was eager to save people, was completely crazy. He danced up the waste gun in his hand and patted a bloody face that almost bitten his neck: "I, fuck, you, mom!"
This is a battle with no end. This is the scattered blood surface, and it soon condenses again. Such a battle is impossible to defeat. Even if it is not swallowed up by the blood surface, it will eventually be exhausted!
"Evil creatures, go to hell!" Hong Yu's originally handsome little face was ferocious and murderous, and his eyes were cracked. I don't know how many blood faces were broken by him. Finally, he fell tired, his arms were numb and sore, and he could no longer dance the waste gun in his hand.
"Boom!"
He knelt heavily on the stone steps, and Hong Yu supported his body with a waste gun.
"Haha...haha...!" Blood faces, layer by layer, all with their blood mouths wide open, and the sneer resounded throughout the ninth floor. The scalp was numb and the eardrums were about to be punctured.
Laughing! **Naked ridicule!!
"Go to hell!" Hong Yu supported his body against the waste gun rod, stood up little by little and rushed up desperately again...
However, at this time, there was a sudden pain in the bottom of his heart, as if a whip suddenly hit his soul. At the same time, an eager shout sounded in his ear: "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, what are you doing? Come here quickly!"
"Is it the voice of Brother Murong? He's not... What's going on?" Hong Yu hit a thrill and woke up suddenly. Then, he found that he was still outside the ninth floor of the nine-story magic tower. At this time, he was less than five feet away from the entrance, and his body was completely cracked by gravity. His face was full of tears and he was shouting angrily with a waste gun.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The creepy footsteps in the ninth floor resounded in my ears and are still falling slowly. It seems that the ancient stone steps have no end and will never be finished!
"It confuses the mind, but it is tempting to enter!"
Hong Yu was shocked. Under the infinite gravity, he quickly moved away from the entrance of the ninth floor little by little. Now he understood that as soon as the footsteps appeared, his mind was confused. What long green tongue, Qianlan and the four of them beat the green tongues to pieces, and they were different. Three green tongues were involved in the ninth layer, and their own battles with endless blood and so on are all messy hallucinations.
Although others can also hear footsteps, they are not confused because they stand far away.
"This ninth layer is too evil!"
Retired to everyone, Hong Yu sweated fiercely: "What's wrong with me?"
"Xiaoyu, you scared us to death!" Murong Qi's face was still a little frightened and said, "You just suddenly shouted, and then desperately waved the useless gun. If you want to rush into the ninth floor, you are talking nonsense and tearful, which is very scary as if you are crazy. Later, Gu Jian Qianlan had to twist the thoughts you left on the fast jade slip to awaken your mind with the pain of your soul.
"Mimi..." The little thing pointed to Hong Yu with a fluffy little claw, and the other patted his chest very humanely, looking very scared.
"What did you see just now that would make you suddenly look like that?" Gu Jian Qianlan came forward and asked.
"I saw a few long green tongues spit out at the entrance, which involved you, Arnold, Murong and little boy into the ninth floor, and then I rushed up desperately. I saw ninety-nine huge stone steps on the ninth floor. The top of the stone steps seemed to be connected to the Jiuyou Shura field, sticky. Thick blood flowed down from above, and I saw the four of you dragged on it by those long green tongues, and then I heard your dying screams, and that's it.
"You are such a stupid person!" After listening to Hong Yu's words, Gu Jian Qianlan looked at him strangely and immediately smiled softly.
"You...so stupid...so stupid...someone!" The little thing's fluffy claws pointed to Hong Yu and learned from the ancient sword Qianlan to spit out human language with difficulty.
"Ha ha, someone just staged a good play, which is really wonderful." In the distance, Duan Mujing said leisurely, and her eyes were full of jokes.
"Haha, Xiaoyu, you are so funny!" Other disciples laughed loudly.
Shrugging his shoulders indifferently, Hong Yu ignored them, and then he hit again in the jade slip like a trace of the ancient sword Qianlan. Next, these disciples of Juetianmen left the eighth floor of the nine-story god and magic tower - the underworld and embarked on their way home.
As soon as he came out of the eighth layer of the underworld, the back of Arnold walking in front of him quickly blurred. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared directly in front of everyone and was obviously sent to other time and space.
Gu Jian Qianlan's two slender jade fingers were gently clamped, and the thin jade slip appeared in her fingers. Then she found Arnold's spirit and pressed it gently, and Arnold was pulled back.
"I don't want to go with him. Please erase my mind." Duan Mujing raised her delicate chin to Hong Yu and said lightly to Gu Jian Qianlan. Looking at that, she was afraid she would hate Hong Yu into her bone marrow.
Hearing this, other female disciples of the ruthless peak were shocked and didn't understand why she behaved like this. She hurried to persuade her, but Duan Mujing was determined not to be with Hong Yu. Gu Jian Qianlan looked at her and whispered leisurely, "Sister, you have to think clearly that there are countless time and space on the first to seventh floors of this nine-story magic tower. No one knows what other time and space are like. Maybe you will be sent into a dangerous time and space."
"Don't think about it. I would rather face all kinds of dangers than go with him!" Duan Mujing is very resolute. No, you must never meet this shameless little bastard together. The fewer people you meet, the better. Fall in love with him? I might as well kill myself!
Hearing the words, Gu Jian Qianlan didn't say anything more. She directly touched Duan Mujing's mind in the middle of the jade Jane. For a moment, Duan Mujing disappeared in front of everyone. The ghost did not know which time and space he was sent to, let alone what kind of time and space it was.
Looking at Duan Mujing's strange disappearance, Hong Yu shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He felt in his heart that the duel with Duan Mujing in the future was really a life-and-death situation!