It was like a huge black waterfall, which could have sunk tens of thousands of creatures, but the hungry claws all grabbed Mo Fan's soul, excited and mad, and couldn't wait to make him a member of this painful boiler!!

Looking down, it made people feel scattered. For the first time, Mo Fan had no courage to look directly, and the eyes that had a little bit of human vision could not help but want to look at a few more, look at this disturbing world, and look at these people who made him reluctant to leave...

I always bury my life for it and make perfect mental preparations, but when I really face death, it is so difficult to give up.

Finally, the colorful vision disappeared...

Even the other eye can't be seen.

I no longer have that body with vitality, nor will I have a pure soul. I am about to face a numb and smelly plane, and there will never be a peaceful day!

sink.

Continue to sink.

It is like a cold and smelly lake, closing its valve, frozen its heart, and blocking its blood vessels. This is probably the feeling of only one soul, but death still exists.

In the dark corridor, Mo Fan heard some people say that for the first time entering purgatory, people will sink and experience many different levels of refining. Although each layer of purgatory has a different "scenery", the torture and collapse are consistent. Whenever you feel that you have reached the limit, whenever you feel that it should be over, there is still...

Mo Fan closed his eyes.

He wanted to give himself some psychological hints so that he could have the courage to face what was going to happen next.

But suddenly, countless pictures of the past appeared in Mo Fan's mind, those warm, those quiet, those unforgettable, those crying with joy...

Like a piece of memory.

He was being severely involved in the shattering machine.

Forgotten!!

I am forgetting!!!

Mo Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and he almost instinctively struggled!!

The dark purgatory can be taken away. You can be tortured from a living person to a numb skeleton, and you can also turn yourself into a devil without nature and mercy, but you can't take away your memories...

He should not forget anyone.

Don't forget every moment you are touched when you are with them.

He has only one begging!!

Mo Fan originally thought he could withstand any torture in purgatory, but just this first step made Mo Fan completely collapse!!

This is just the beginning, there are still so many hundred years and thousands of years. If there are no pasts I treasure, no smiles that can heal my own trauma, and no memories of my own, what should I use to spend the terrible darkness and never-before-light years!!

Mo Fan began to struggle wildly, like a drowning person.

He couldn't be calm.

It turns out that I am so cowardly.

Those beauty was wiped out from his mind and could no longer bear it.

He wanted to move upstream, but no matter how hard he tried, he was sinking at a slow speed. Some terrible and hideous faces gradually entered his sight, and some sharp laughter filled his mind...

Mo Fan began to be angry and fist at these things that mocked him.

The things quickly escaped, but they would fly back soon and continue to mock Mo Fan.

Mo Fan began to feel helplessness and pain, he began to forget everything he cherished, he began to forget why he was alive, and began to forget who he was...

Eventually, he was exhausted.

Close your eyes and sink little by little, no difference is that a piece of dirty gravel falls into the mud lake.

"Dong."

Something held back my back.

Mo Fan realized that he had reached the bottom of the first purgatory layer. He looked around blankly, and there was no joy or anger on his face. Even though there was still a hint of unwillingness in his emotions, he could no longer remember why he was unwilling, but the heart-wrenching pain was still there...

Still in the abyss and quagmire?

But why don't it sink anymore?

When Mo Fan was full of doubts, Mo Fan suddenly felt that the object on his back was holding him up.

The body began to float up. No matter how Mo Fan struggled, his body was sinking. But he didn't know what object he encountered, but this object lifted himself up and finally made his body move up a little.

Mo Fan's body could not be turned, so he could only twist his head and look down on his back, wanting to know what was holding him and what power could be so powerful that he could float up...

One hand!

Mo Fan saw a hand!

The owner of the hand was almost rotten by the erosion of the abyss mud, but he still held himself with that hand.

He only had one hand, and the other hand was broken.

Mo Fan's head buzzed, and he vaguely remembered that in the last few scenes of the world, there was a person who lost an arm during the fight, but he couldn't remember his name.

"If you go to hell, I can decide!!"

"I am the dark judge of Purgatory!!!"

The rotten man roared, his eyes were the only object that shone brightly in the abyss of hell, his face was gone, and his dry bones were left, and many broken wing bones on his back, and there were also no feather skin.

He held himself up and kept floating upward...

Everything in the abyss of hell is falling, only this person is holding himself up!!

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Those hideous ghosts seemed unwilling to let Mo Fan leave. They rushed in, crazily biting the flesh that was still stuck to the person's body, and even gnawing on his bones!

"Get out of here!!!"

The man roared, and he continued to hold Mo Fan with his hand and swam towards the "water surface". However, there were more and more ghosts in the abyss that bit him, the fallen angel. In the cruel dark purgatory, there were very few opportunities to bite a high-blooded creature, and they would not miss this opportunity.

In the vast mud of abyss, a man with one hand held a soul body that had not yet been corrupted, and his body was covered with dense soul-devouring ghosts, moving upward little by little, approaching the abyss mouth little by little...

"Mu Bai..." Finally, Mo Fan remembered who this person was.

"This is my original face. My soul has long been rotten." Mu Bai raised his head. The fair and handsome face had long disappeared. It was a bone face, with some skin that could not modify its facial features.

"Have you experienced all these..." Mo Fan asked.

Mu Bai did not answer, but continued to use his hand to lift Mo Fan out of the abyss mouth.

The world is very close, and the power of the fall of Yuankou is the most powerful.

"It's our fault, and you didn't really come alive." Mo Fan almost choked up...

"Then let's live well for me!"
Chapter completed!