Bang! Shi Tong's soul was directly erased.

Liu Yan only read very little information about hell.

"It's really hard to defend."

Liu Yan couldn't help but murmur.

He had already defended against the first strange force, but in his more critical memory, there was another equally strange force hidden.

Moreover! This second strange power is very close to Shi Tong's core memory.

Once you find that there is an external force reading Shi Tong's memory, it will directly detonate.

In this way, Shi Tong's soul exploded instantly.

The soul disappears, and the memory disappears.

The reading of external forces completely failed.

"The power of equal mass to spiritual power, a bit dead breath, is probably a kind of evil force, or in other words, just like the demonic energy, evil energy, and ghost energy in the immortal cultivation novel."

"Being able to possess such power is enough to prove that there may be monks in the Hell organization."

Liu Yan's eyebrows were locked up lightly.

"It seems that it is not only me who reached the monk realm alone, but what I originally guessed was that it might be wrong to be a monk on Earth."

"What Wen Renyu said at the beginning should be correct."

"But even if you reach the realm of a monk on earth, you should be restricted by some kind of power and cannot exert the strength of a real monk."

"Maybe, this is the real meaning of what Wen Renyu said at the beginning."

Moreover, Liu Yan had other guesses in his mind.

If there are strong people in the cultivator realm in hell, why didn’t he blatantly attack people from the Eight Gates?

It can only be explained that even if there are no monks among the eight sects.

There must be monks in China.

Otherwise! Where can I find the eight gates in this area of ​​China?

I'm afraid they've been controlled by hell.

"Look for time and ask Sister Rui again."

Thoughts flashed by.

Liu Yan then turned to look at Ning Xiaonan.

Ning Xiaonan was already kneeling in front of a beach of blood, with tears in her eyes.

"Entertainment Father..." Her voice was choked.

Wu Jiuye's body was directly crushed by Victor with his blood handprints. Now the minced meat is everywhere, and blood is splashing all over the floor.

Ning Xiaonan trembled his hands slightly and thrust the minced meat and bones on the ground together.

She couldn't let Master Wu Jiu die without a place to bury him.

Even if it is broken flesh and blood, at least it must be buried in peace.

Liu Yanwei frowned and looked at it.

"Wu Jiu, I'm sorry, I'm late.

I will avenge you with my own hands, that guy must kneel in front of your grave to atone for his sins.”

"Young Master Yan, he...he..." Ning Xiaonan sobbed gently.

Liu Yan had never seen her cry.

In Liu Yan's impression, Ning Xiaonan has always been a capable woman who doesn't talk much, does things neatly, and has the style of a woman.

But now, she cried a little sadly.

If someone else came, I would probably cry like tears.

Ning Xiaonan was already suppressing the pain in her heart.

I don't want sobs to burst out from my mouth.

But tears slid across my cheeks in a dissatisfaction and could not be stopped at all.

Ning Xiaonan took off his leather jacket and packed up the flesh and bones he could pick up. Then he returned to Jinsen's house with Liu Yan and properly handled Wu Jiu's dismemberment.

Kingson's House.

Katherine fainted with sadness.

So is Lantrina.

Although she already knew, she was not Barlow's real daughter.

But after all, she has called Barlow for more than twenty years.

How can that kind of family affection that penetrates deep into the bones be cut off in just one sentence?

The next day, the situation of several girls improved a little.

Luo Xue also calmed down.

But this time, she was seriously injured. Even if Liu Yan had used medical treatment for her, she would probably not have completely recovered within ten days or half a month.

"Lantrina."

Liu Yan looked at Lantrina.

"Do you know what the power behind that vampire named Victor represents?"

"Master, I don't know much about these, but my sister knows some of them."

Lantrina replied, turning her head slightly toward Catherine.

Catherine had a strong vengeance in her eyes.

She calmed herself down and said, "I heard from my father that Victor was one of the seven sacred messengers of the Great Saint of God, and they all possessed the terrifying power of at least the true saints."

"Victor's strength can only be considered a medium-sized existence among the seven people, probably a high-level true saint."

"Above these seven sacred messengers, there is a legendary pope."

"It is said that it is a God-level existence."

Liu Yan slowly digested what Catherine said.

"Victor's qi and blood strength is probably equivalent to the upper realm of the Grand Master. From this point of view, the high-level true saint you mentioned is equivalent to the strength of the Grand Master's upper realm."

"Then, with high level, there must be intermediate level and low level, and Daluo corresponds to the middle level and lower level of the Grandmaster."

"Allah level, is it the peak of the Grand Master?"

Katherine shook her head.

"No, according to my father, there is also the existence of Quasi-God above the higher-level True Saints. The peak of the Grand Master you mentioned should correspond to Quasi-God."
Chapter completed!