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 what those three phantoms were at a glance.

They were three figures with condensed souls. Judging from the back, two women and one man looked like human monks.

The woman's long hair was completely disheveled and her appearance could not be seen clearly, and her figure still looked very curvy. The three of them all had their backs to Li Yan, and they were climbing up the long ladder with great effort.

However, 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, and 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...

However, 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.

"Bah!"

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.

At that crisp "bang" sound, the tip of the sharp black scale whip just flicked, and the sharp barbs on the whip were directly embedded in the soul's body.

After shaking his arm and stroking it again, accompanied by even more heart-rending screams, 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 don't even want to suffer the kind of pain that lasts and makes 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 repeat the excruciating pain of cutting, dismembering, condensing, and then dismembering.

But they slowly discovered that as they climbed up, the sharp blades above were not as sharp as the ones 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 terrifying as the black scale whip, which separates the soul from the body.

But in general, as long as you climb up, you can "live" longer and persist for a longer time.

Even if it was like drinking poison to quench their thirst, they still chose to keep crawling in mourning...

Li Yan looked at the scenes in the two places in the center of the square, and several words suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Go up the mountain of swords, go down to the oil pan... ox head, horse face..."

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 scariest thing for children like them at night, for fear that a vicious-looking bull-headed horse might 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 someone like Li Yan, who is used to seeing life and death, felt his hands and feet were cold at this moment.

Are there really people in this world who are not afraid of life and death? Now when I think about fighting against danger and see the scene in front of me, no one can help but believe the truly frightening and trembling meaning in the other person's words!

"This is the Netherworld. Don't think that death will end it. Nightmares more terrifying than death are the real beginning..."

As for the damage to the soul, Li Yan understands more than more people how miserable it is.

Even his soul, as long as it was only lightly touched by a foreign object, would suffer ten times or a hundred times more pain than a broken body.

But those people in front have to endure such torture again and again.

The key is that as long as their souls persist, 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 the underworld is not the end of life. These ghosts can truly control life and death...

And the man and the demon who got off the frying pan still have physical life, so they should be the so-called monks who don't work hard.

Although they do not suffer as much as those three souls, they are definitely worse off than dead. The thought of dying early has probably taken up all their thoughts.

Fanan saw that after Li Yan looked at it, fear instantly appeared in his eyes, he nodded with satisfaction, and then continued walking forward.

No matter what kind of powerful person you are, as long as you come 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 was truly scared, the look on his face 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 this kind of acting, Li Yan always controls his expressions and is a top-notch existence.

So just when Fanan lifted his legs and walked forward, Li Yan's body was trembling a little and he hurriedly followed.

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 occupy almost half of the wall, and are 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 by one. With his sharp ears and eyesight, he could still sense the flow of energy and blood in these living beings.

Li Yan could tell that these people should all be monks, including both demon cultivators and human cultivators.

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.

After Li Yan was stunned for a moment, he realized that these people were not afraid of him at all. They were 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 is the kind of process that makes people full of frightening memories..."

Li Yan quickly judged in his mind.

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 this way, the consequences may be many times more miserable than those monks who went to the sword mountain.

At the same time, Li Yan saw those people with weak vitality lying 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 who have good life aura, their whole bodies are actually filled with a thick aura of death.

But even among these people, Li Yan still saw that in every stone house, occasionally someone would say hello to Fanan.

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 couldn't help but be vigilant. At the same time, he used all his hearing and eyesight as much as possible, and looked at those people carefully.

And the contents of those people's greetings to Fa Nan were surprisingly similar.

"Sir Fa Nan, we are short of people here. Look how many days have passed and we can't serve the adults..."

"Lord Fa Nan, let this person come to our place..."

"Master Fa Nan, Master Fa Nan, I don't have enough manpower here..."

After sounds like this were heard, Li Yan could see those people's faces full of lifelessness, and they also showed 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 them all the way honestly. 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 the attacker approaching, 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, while also trying to please Fa Nan, would ask Li Yan to come over.

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.
To be continued...