The Strongest Sect of All Times

Nine levels of hell.

Gun Chang smiled all the time and sat down. The five rows of Sky Appraisal tricks operated. The five rows of attributes burst into madness and covered him in it, as if he were a silkworm pupa.

He was almost as exhausted as he was today, mainly because of the mixed war that he had just fought on the twelfth patrol.

“The Lord of this fortress does not seem to be very strong, and his strength is no less than his own. ”

Memories of the fight just now, Gun Chang laughed in his heart to estimate.

“Hard to say. ”

“This person appears to be injured," the system said. ”

This phrase struck King Chang with a smile. “The injuries made him run away. Am I too unsuccessful! ”

“There is no way. ”

“After all, it's on his property," the system said. ”

It's rare to comfort a host, but… more is to spit and strike.

“Exactly. ”

King Chang smiled and found a little psychological balance, but was surprised: “This guy is not injured so strong, if healing isn't even scarier? ”

“No, no, no! ”

“The state must be restored as soon as possible, breaking the fortress one step at a time! ”

A few hours later, relying on the powerful five-line body and five-line wisdom, the spiritual energy of King Chang's laughter loss is all restored, and the state reaches the ultimate.

“How's that guy doing with the second maid? ”

And he muttered and joined the Tower of Hell.

“Pfft, pfft! ”

Whipping goes on and on in the ears.

“Ah----------”

The tattoo man, who is already suffering from scalding, screamed in agony: “Granny, forgive me... I... I don't want to die, brother... come save me... brother... I figured it out... I'm still young... I don't want to die...”

Gun Chang smiled.

Bringing a dead man back to life filled him with a sense of accomplishment and pride.

……

Void Eyes and Twelve Patrols squeezed the scalp into the corner.

They witnessed the second maid teach the new inmates all the way. All the new ways of playing were shocking. It was madness!

“Pfft! ”

The rope was removed and the tattooed man was paralyzed like mud.

His legs twitched from time to time, as if he had undergone prolonged electroshock treatment.

Well, then.

You still want to die?

No, no, no!

He wants to live now!

Even after being taught, I suddenly discovered that the world was so beautiful!

An all-round experience of love for a few hours, let the tattooed man deeply realize that death is a terrible thing!

“Dude. ”

"Heard you're from the upper realm?" asked Jung-chang. ”

“Mmm…”

Because the soul is still in a state of acidity, the tattooed man is powerless to speak.

“Why are you locked in? ”

“ …… ”

Tattoo men are silent.

“Okay.”

“'If you don't tell me, I won't force you,' said King Chang. 'Let him die quickly! ”

“You…”

The man with the tattoo opened his eyes.

He wasn't like that. He was a good man.

Please do not insult the word 'good man', because King Chang smiles as a man of purpose and means, referring to the sneak attack on the 12th patrol.

“Brush!”

“Brush!”

After the second maid ordered, various ropes appeared again.

“Don't... don't... don't!” The tattoo man hastily said: “I said… I said… I was defined in the upper realm as a traitor, in violation of the rules of the realm, so they imprisoned me! ”

“The traitor? ”

"What do you mean? ”

“The rebels are those who disobey the boundaries of the temple and aspire to be unhindered, and are judged to be rebellious," said the Tattooed Man. ”

“So that's it. ”

King Changfu looked at him with a smile. “You should be good in the realm. If they catch you, why not execute them in situ and send them to hell?" ”

“Because…”

“Brush! Brush! Brush!”

Sexy little rope wrapped around like a snake, which made the entangled tattoo man rush: “Because... I have the spirit of the turn, every time I die, I become stronger! ”

“The Spirit of Return? ”

King's smile was a surprise.

He has been exposed to higher levels, naturally knowing that this thing, like the spirit of fire, the spirit of evil, belongs to a naturally born species of the universe.

Hey, hey!

What a comrade!

King Chang smiled and touched his chin. “Is that why you want to die, hope to become stronger? ”

“No!”

“I need to get out of here," said the tattooed man. ”

Previously, he died to become stronger, this time to escape from poverty. After all, he was built to be suppressed by heavenly ways. He was trapped permanently everywhere in the formation method.

King looked at him with a smile. “I can help you get out of here. ”

The tattooed man suddenly became vigilant.

You said to help me to die, but I was tortured to death, so I was afraid to ‘help’ again!

“It's true. ”

"I'm also a traitor," said Jun, laughing seriously. ”

“What?”

The tattoo man looked surprised: “Are you a traitor too? ”

“Hey.”

King Chang stood up laughing and backhanded him. “Have you heard of Banguzong in the world? ”

The tattoo man thought for a while, "Never heard of it. ”

Don't say he hasn't heard of it, not even the vast majority of the top fighters.

“Hey!”

King Chang laughed and sighed a long time. “I was in the upper realm of the ancient world like the sun and heaven. Weihuanyu was blocked from all news related to it because he had sinned against the realm? ”

“Calm down! ”

Gripping his fist, anger erupted completely, "When this seat rises to the realm, the realm will be destroyed! ”

The hatred and anger of the eyes and limbs is perfect, and the tattooed man can't help but say: “Turns out this guy hates the temple as much as I do! ”

Enemy enemies are friends!

“Dude! ”

"Can you really get me out of here?" said the tattoo man. ”

“Kid. ”

"I'm 16,000 years old. Do you think it's appropriate to call me 'brother’? ”

“Fit. ”

“'Because I live to be 35,000, 2246 years old,' said the tattooed man. ”

It's not bullshit if you look at it all!

Of course, his age is not a lifetime, but a combination of several lifetimes, such as a thousand years of breaking through the sky, and then he can't go up, looking directly for death to go back and forth.

“ …… ”

Gun Chang smiled slightly and whispered in his heart: “I knew I was 18,000 years old! ”

“Age size doesn't matter.” He turned around and said seriously: "What matters is who we identify with! ”

“Shit!”

The system said: "After not blowing his age, he started changing his style. This is really a dog left! ”

The second maid stood beside the master, smiling harmlessly.

The tattoo man looked at me and immediately made the right choice, hugging the fist: “Age doesn't really matter, I agree with you very much, so from now on you are my big brother! ”

“In that case. ”

King Chang waved his hand with a smile: "Just ask your brother to fill out this entrance form. ”

“So this is just the procedure?” The system crashed, “but anyone with a little brain would disagree! ”

He didn't get hit in the face in seconds because the tattooed man looked at the entrance watch and said, “Brother, I want to go out! ”

You can't say let me join the Sect, at least show sincerity, for example... get yourself out of trouble and get out of this dark place!

“Go, get out! ”

“Sex! ”

The two of them appeared on the ninth floor of hell.

King Chang smiled and began to pry through the space barriers. He began to break the line and chatted: "Brother, how many times have you been back since you had the Spirit of the Round? ”

“One hundred and sixty-five times. ”

“Gone, died so many times? ”

“Hey, there is no way, there are too many enemies. Sometimes they are found before they are born to practice martial arts. It takes a lot of work to achieve today's achievements. ”

“Why can't I die now? ”

'Cause, too strong. ”