Grandmaster Evil Spirit
"Line up!"
"Line up!"
"If anyone doesn't listen to me, I have a hundred ways to kill him!"
"Did you hear that?"
"Who do you think you are?"
"You're just muggles from a lower plane, what do you think you can do in the Primordial World? You're just adding cannon fodder and ants to the Primordial World. "
"In the past, you might have been very strong, the top experts of your world, but here … You're not even dog shit!"
… ….
A corridor of the Netherworld was densely packed with people.
These people had all successfully transcended the tribulation from a lower plane and were sent here by the Divine Light of Guidance.
Here!
The transit station of the Primordial World.
It could also be said to be the Bridge of Helplessness of the Primordial World, the Reincarnation Pagoda.
Anyone who successfully transcended the tribulation from a lower plane had to enter the Primordial World from here.
This was also known as the first trial of the Primordial World!
Everyone here was a genius of the past. They were the super experts of their world, and their talent and bloodline were all top-notch existences.
Those who could successfully transcend the tribulation were all one in a million.
But!
They were said to be worthless by the guards on both sides of the Netherworld Corridor.
They really weren't even dog shit, at least no one would step on dog shit, and they … They were trash, muggles, ants, and cannon fodder.
"Hurry up!"
"You bunch of trash."
A guard shouted in a deep voice. Before he finished speaking, the whip at his waist moved, "Pa!"
A whip lashed out.
Among the group.
The corner of a brawny man's eyes darkened. He suddenly rushed out and grabbed the whip that was slashing down. He exerted force with his arm and shouted, "Don't go too far."
They were all former top experts.
They were all very arrogant.
When had they ever been called trash?
Trash?
It was all them. No one dared to say that to them.
The corner of the guard's mouth turned cold, and he laughed coldly: "Too much? You think this is too much? You guys think too highly of yourselves. "
"However!"
"Since you say it's too much, then I'll let you know what it means to be too much."
The aura on the guard's body moved slightly.
In an instant.
An electric current was released from his right hand.
Almost instantly.
The electric current directly struck the brawny man's body.
Bang!
The burly man's entire arm was instantly blown off!
"Ah …"
The burly man screamed in pain and retreated repeatedly. His face was extremely pale. It was just a strand of power … or even a strand of thought power. He had no way to defend against it.
How big was the difference in strength?
It was unimaginable.
The crowd trembled slightly, and all of them kept quiet out of fear. They didn't dare to make the slightest sound, and they didn't even dare to look directly into the eyes of those guards.
Just as the guards had said, they were nothing here. They were just a bunch of Muggles and trash.
"Hahaha …"
"Hahaha …"
"Hahaha …"
Those guards laughed out loud, very pleased with themselves. "Is it too much?"
The burly man quickly got up from the ground and knelt down directly. He kowtowed and begged for mercy, "Not at all, not at all."
"Please spare my life, milord!"
"Please spare my life, milord!"
The guard said, "You were trash to begin with. Now that you've become a cripple, what use do you think the Primordial World has for a cripple like you?"
"Take him away and hand him over to Lord Lucifer."
"Yes, milord!"
With that, two black-robed men suddenly walked out of the Netherworld Corridor, holding a curved sickle in their hands. Before the burly man could react, the sickle moved.
"Kacha!"
"Kacha!"
The sickle pierced into his chest, and the two of them dragged him away, not even looking at the burly man.
"No!"
"Don't!"
"Milord, please spare my life, I beg you, please spare my life."
"I've spent more than three hundred years pursuing the peak of martial arts, and finally succeeded after so much difficulty. I haven't even entered the Primordial World, I can't die just like this, I beg you, I beg you …"
"Weng!"
He was directly dragged into the void.
His voice also disappeared instantly.
After a few seconds, everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. However, the people walking in the corridor didn't dare to move.
They didn't dare to slow down.
These guards controlled their life and death!
"Lord Lucifer …"
"That person is dead for sure."
"Who is Lord Lucifer?"
"You haven't heard of Lord Lucifer of the Primordial World?"
"You've heard of it?"
"Of course I've heard of it. My cousin sent someone to bring me a letter, telling me to be careful at the first trial of Hongmeng, and not to provoke Lord Lucifer. Who is he? He's the Evil Spirit Alchemist, and he specializes in using people to refine pills. He specializes in guarding the first trial of Hongmeng. "
"F * ck!"
"Using humans to refine pills?"
"Human Profound Qi, bloodline, Talent, and even human lifespan. He can refine all kinds of powerful pills, increase your lifespan, increase your Profound Qi, bloodline, and even increase your Talent. He's a powerful Alchemist."
"Stop talking, stop talking, we're almost there."
… ….
In the crowd.
Long Fei was a little weak, as he slowly walked forward like a sickly person.
Although he had entered the Netherworld's long corridor through the sloppy old man's divine light, the injuries on his body still existed and had not recovered.
At this moment.
He kept tiptoeing and looking around, trying to find the leopard girl in the crowd.
However …
There were too many people in the Netherworld's long corridor.
It was like a ghost in the Underworld.
Long Fei was also extremely shocked in his heart, "I never thought that there would be so many people who would succeed in transcending the tribulation at the same time!"
Transcending a tribulation was a narrow escape from death.
Moreover, ordinary people wouldn't dare.
But even so, there were still so many of them.
From this, it could be seen how many planes there were under the Primordial World?
It could also be seen that the pursuit of the peak of martial arts by warriors would never stop.
"Are you alright?"
An old man behind Long Fei asked as he saw that Long Fei's entire body was covered in blood.
Long Fei shook his head: "I'm fine, I won't die."
The old man asked, "What level of heavenly tribulation are you undergoing? Don't you have time to change into better clothes after making you like this?"
Long Fei said: "I don't know what level it is either."
The old man carefully reminded, "No matter how painful it is, you have to endure it. Don't let anyone find out that you're very weak, especially those guards. When you walk in front of them, you have to pretend to be very strong. Otherwise, they will sell you to Lord Xi Fa like that burly man just now."
Long Fei said gratefully: "Thank you!"
"No need to thank me." The old man smiled and said, "My name is Qi Zhenliang. I will be able to step into the Primordial World in a while, and I will be able to regain my youthful appearance like you."
Long Fei looked at the place that looked like a teleportation door not far in front of him. If he walked in, he would be in the Primordial World.
Long Fei was secretly excited in his heart.
He was finally here.
He was finally going to enter the Primordial World.
Half an hour later.
Long Fei walked to the front of the Transmission array and wanted to step into it.
At this moment.
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