Chapter 1254: Where is my home?

The voice was bleak, I couldn't help but let Meng Fan's gaze see, but found that the rows of people around him were all with this look, it was a kind of sadness that was already desperate.

After just a scan, Meng Fan understood that most of them had completely damaged their minds, like a walking dead, there was no hope at all.

Looking at Meng Fan, the previous person smiled sadly and said hoarsely,

"It's not that I can't wait to work hard, but that once I step into this place, there is no chance. This is the prison of the ancient Lord Moro. It may be able to survive in the outside world, but here it is better to die. I wait. It's just that after being here for three days, the whole body has gradually withered, and there is no chance of death at all. There is a soul imprisonment circle here, even if it is dead, it can't leave this place, it will only sink more and more! "

The tone was bleak, and Meng Fan couldn't help but clenched his fists and said in a condensed voice.

"Where are you from?"

"Are you asking the earliest?"

The man’s eyes were dead, and said slowly,

"Before I was in the Lawson Domain among the Ten Thousand Domains, and the tribulation broke out. I was caught here. I used to help him take care of the mining area under the Eternal Demon Lord. Although I was bleak, I was still alive. The Eternal Demon Lord was conquered by the ancient Lord Moro, and even some of our slaves were arrested here..."

Hearing this person's words, other people also nodded one after another, apparently they were almost the same as this person's experience, and they were all caught into the restricted area after the Great Tribulation.

You must know that in the Divine Emperor's Domain, the Northern Group has won victory, but not everyone has such good luck. There are more failures in the Ten Thousand Domains, leading to a large number of Ten Thousand Domains. People left their homes and were caught here by people in the restricted area.

Some are reduced to slaves, some are reduced to food, etc. According to what they said, it is better to live in this prison than to die, because once the body dies, its soul will be transformed into this prison. The soul fire supports the power of the large formation, and the soul needs to suffer endless torment when it turns into the soul fire, which is more terrifying than living!

"Just can't leave from here?"

Meng Fan said in a condensed voice that he had just arrived in this restricted area, and obviously these people knew better than him.

"The passage is just ahead, there are 18 floors in total!"

Among the crowd, one of them is humane,

"The so-called celestial jail as long as you walk past it.... Whoever has the strength to get out of the celestial jail is qualified to leave, but in thousands of years, I have never heard of who will leave here, because every There will be guards at all levels. The higher the level, the more powerful the guards are. They are the kind of beasts that kill people without blinking. The last level is guarded by the ancient Lord Moro. Who can pass there? "

Lord Moro!

His pupils shrank, and Meng Fan thought about it. He now has no clues in this restricted area, and everything can only be obtained by himself.

The only information he has is that Ruo Shuiyi’s body should be in the palace of the blood capital, which is the palace in the blood forbidden area, but how to go and how to get there is totally confused, especially he still A human body cultivates the vitality of heaven and earth.

"It seems that if you want to master certain information, you have to take this old Moro master first!"

Meng Fan's eyes flickered and he muttered to himself softly. He clearly understood that although the jail was extremely difficult and dangerous, he still had to leave, and he still had to catch the ancient Lord Moro, who should be one of the forbidden areas. The strong must know more than ordinary people, and only then can it be helpful to him.

Set to pay attention, Meng Fan looked around and whispered,

"Everyone, I plan to get through this jail, who of you wants to leave with me!"

The voice fell, and the eyes of the crowd flashed, filled with an endless desire, but after a moment, most of them shook their heads, even those who wanted to leave were sitting there. .

Undoubtedly, they had already heard of the power of this jail before that, and they could still live in this place, but if they go down, they must be blocked by the guard, and will not turn into soul fire by then. It was the brutal beating, and the disability in this prison is the most miserable.

Because there were many ancient fighting demons and even humans who would eat their flesh as nutrients, no one responded to Meng Fan.

After waiting for a while, Meng Fan sighed lightly and didn't force it, just turned and left.

After all, the choices between people are different, and now he can only protect himself.

Taking a stride out, Meng Fan stared at the bottom of the sky, and went straight away. Although he is not at his peak combat power now, he is also transformed into a lightning-like figure, which is difficult to distinguish.

After a few breaths, Meng Fan went straight through the third floor one after another. There were a lot of guards from ancient fighting demons on it, but their ranks were not high enough to find Meng Fan.

And the further down, the more Meng Fan felt a strong aura of death, which filled the whole world, as if there was only endless darkness, coldness, loneliness, resentment, death, etc. in this void. People who cultivate a strong mind, just in this environment may immediately go crazy.

After walking forward, Meng Fan also saw a lot of marks of fighting, and there were a large number of corpses and skeletons in the rows of passages.

Obviously, it is not Meng Fan who wants to get to it and get through this jail, but there are countless people who have done this kind of thing, and there are rows of strong people among them, but unfortunately they fell for various reasons. In this place.

Meng Fan glanced at it. During this thousand years of time, he didn't know how many people there were. In many places, the blood clotting was higher than the hill, or it was completely dry.

Creak!

As soon as Meng Fan stepped on the sole of his foot, he found a wreck in the source of the third-level passage. Seven or eight out of ten parts of the body had been torn apart. Only one palm fell, and there was a line of small characters under it.

"When will it be possible to... the soul returns to the homeland..."

This font was obviously written by him when he was dying, and he painted it on the ground with his hands. Even if countless years passed, it still made Meng Fan feel the nostalgia before his death. And unwilling.

With a shock in his heart, Meng Fan then walked down. Along the way, he saw more and more small characters and debris left behind, all portrayed on the ground by people who forcibly broke through the barriers.

"I want to go home.... See my daughter..."

"Hate, hate, hate... The restricted area is brutal, when will it be broken?"

"He is facing me for a god, and he will stain the restricted area with blood!"

Rows of fonts are depicted on the ground, and the more you see downward, the more you see. These people have made the same choice as Meng Fan, and they have continued to succeed in this eternal time. It is a pity that I want to leave this restricted area because I can't leave because of strength.

The message before dying was filled with the kind of yearning for Wanyu, even Meng Fan saw a man before dying, still maintaining the shape of sitting before.

The body was air-dried, but a picture was drawn by hand, cast in blood, with only the figure of a gentle woman on it, leading a young boy, who was still staring at him before he died. Focus on this picture in front of me.

Throughout the ages, the restricted area hunted the world and treated the creatures in the ten thousand domains as pigs and dogs. Obviously these people's best proof, stepping on the rows of dried blood, made the murderous intent in Meng Fan's eyes to the extreme. .

After a while, Meng Fan still stepped into the seventh level. On this road, he saw tens of thousands of bones and humans lingering in this restricted area, making his heart a little numb, even if it was. Meng Fan cultivated this way, sweeping the world, and in the process of growing up, I don't know how many people were killed.

But the number of people killed was far less than one ten thousandth of the number of people on this level, and too many of them died.

And right at the entrance of the seventh floor, Meng Fan saw a declining old man stepping forward at a glance, struggling to climb to the eighth floor.

But it is a pity that the strength of this old man has been completely cut off. He is only in the Heavenly Origin Realm, and the injuries on his body are too serious to be able to move on.

Taking a step out, Meng Fan came to him and shook his head with a palm of his hand. Even if he was injured, he couldn't recover. Not only his body, but his soul suffered a lot of black death. , If the old man had not relied on the last trace of obsession, he would have already died.

"Old sir!"

Meng Fan lifted up the old man, but when he wanted to speak, he felt that his voice was a bit blocked and it was difficult to utter a word.

But looking at Meng Fan, the old man smiled slightly, grabbed his hand, and put the last repairing medicine in his arms into Meng Fan's hand, sobbing.

"I'm old.... You're still young... You have strength... Try to get out of here... Go home... Go home..."

After a few words fell, the old man was so angry, only the last three words spit out so powerfully, in his cloudy eyes, it seemed to light up, as if he saw a... The way home!

Come back home!

Hearing these two words, Meng Fan's heart was shaken and he was silent. He came to this restricted area without any preparation, only that kind of unwillingness.

As for going home so far away, Meng Fan couldn’t imagine it. You have to know how difficult it is to travel to the world in this restricted area, and Meng Fan wants to take Ruo Shuiyi’s body with him. It's a wishful thinking for anyone.

"Come back home!"

Meng Fan muttered these two words, but a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, this way home... . Where is it!

However, in the next moment without waiting for Meng Fan to move, he suddenly shook in the sky, and a stern voice came out.

"Little devil... hand over the pill in your hand!"

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