At this time, the Demon King sat down on the chair next to him with some frustration, and then looked at the black shadow with cold eyes. In fact, he should not have appeared in this place. I just don’t know why, but he just can’t get past his.

One level.

At the same time, before entering the Infinite Hell, Feng Xinglang met the divine beast guarding the gate. The beast was originally very fierce, but when he saw Feng Xinglang, it suddenly calmed down and stayed aside obediently.

Then he slowly turned around. Because at this time, a shallow light emitted from Feng Xinglang's body, which was enough to make those mythical beasts feel fear.

The Endless Hell is a place where all wandering souls are imprisoned. All the wandering souls in the world are gathered in this place, and there are also many souls with resentments. Therefore, no one can reach this Endless Hell. There were still some in the past.

People will break into the Eternal Hell, but their souls will be gone before they reach the edge of the Eternal Hell. Therefore, for thousands of years, no one has been able to find such a place.

After entering the Infinite Hell, Feng Xinglang looked around for a long time but did not find Yuwen Luoshuang's figure, so he gradually hid the colorful light around him. Although he hid it extremely well, there was no wandering soul.

Anyone who dares to approach his body is watching from a distance. All the wandering souls here will not have the chance to reincarnate. All they need to wait for is to die, or to be lucky enough to reach the next level.

In hell.

Feng Xinglang walked in the sky above the Infinite Hell for a long time. When he lowered his eyebrows, he saw gusts of gloomy wind coming from below the Infinite Hell. If it hadn't been for a layer of barrier around him, he would have been killed by those cold winds.

The wind stung my skin.

When Feng Xinglang walked a few steps, a chilling wind suddenly appeared in front of him. It stands to reason that there would not be such a fierce and cruel atmosphere in the Infernal Hell. When he looked up, what he saw was Yuwen Luoshuang.

Her face was gloomy, and in her hand she held the soft blue silk sword.

Just when Feng Xinglang was about to take a step forward, Yuwen Luoshuang straightly raised the green silk soft sword in his hand, and then a group of wandering souls nearby quickly gathered behind Yuwen Luoshuang. They could feel

What he saw was the aura emanating from Yuwen Luoshuang, and he felt that she was one of their kind.

Feng Xinglang, who was standing in front of Yuwen Luoshuang, lowered his eyebrows slightly, and then stood lightly in front of the soft sword in her hand. At this time, the sword tip was only one palm away from his heart. At this time, Yuwen

Luo Shuang did not take a step back, and the palm holding the green silk soft sword was slightly stiff.

"What did you remember?"

When speaking, Feng Xinglang's voice was obviously much deeper, but he still hoped that Yuwen Luoshuang would not think of those things at this time, but it often backfired.

Yuwen Luoshuang just turned her head slightly, and what flashed through her mind at the moment when everything was ashes was the scene. The last thing she saw was Feng Xinglang's downcast eyes, and she still couldn't figure out why.

There will be scenes like before.

"Do you know what I'm remembering?"

"it's all my fault."

"I want you to die."
Chapter completed!