The fight lasted for an hour.
Countless immortals lay dead around her.
Stacks upon stacks.
He lost the ability to move, but he did not die.
For some reason, the power of these immortals was very different from that of the immortals Su Yan had encountered before.
These undead... are a bit weak.
However, their numbers are so large that almost as soon as one falls, a new undead will join the ranks.
One batch after another.
Nan Ran sat there, constantly picking at her fingernails.
I would look up every now and then.
He would then continue to look down and pick at his fingernails.
The light around her ankles grew brighter and brighter.
She swayed and drifted along, seemingly oblivious to everything.
They probably found this kind of sparring too boring.
She raised her finger.
Those undead vanished instantly.
In this vast prison, only Su Yan and her remained.
Nan Ran opened her mouth
"I heard you've fallen for someone?"
Su Yan remained silent.
Nan Ran said again
"I heard you've been working really hard for that person."
Su Yan remained silent.
Nan Ran was impatient
"Can you please stop causing all this trouble all the time?"
"Just be your God, why bother with men, why risk your life for them?"
Su Yan fell silent again.
Nan Ran rubbed her temples, her voice soft and low.
The first room on the left
As soon as she finished speaking, Su Yan turned and walked into the cell.
Almost the instant Su Yan stepped inside, Nan Ran closed her eyes, unable to support herself, and collapsed to the ground.
The throne of thorns behind him disappeared.
Nan Ran leaned against the wall again, looking at the tattoo on her ankle.
Her eyelids lifted slightly, then closed again.
He didn't say anything more.
Her power is incompatible with Su Yan's.
The moment Su Yan appeared, every part of her body ached.
The tattoo on her ankle is a shackle that binds her.
The brighter the tattoo, the more pain she felt.
Nan Ran somewhat regretted pointing Su Yan down the right path.
She should be sent to another place to suffer as well.
Tsk.
It's all because she's too kind-hearted.
When Su Yan walked into that prison, Nan Ran was no longer visible behind her.
It felt like entering a new space.
Xiaohua was puzzled.
"Host, who is that person?"
Su Yan thought for a moment
"I'm not sure."
Xiaohua was puzzled.
"Host, she seems to know you very well."
Su Yan
"kindness"
Xiao Hua said again
"Host, why do I feel like you know her very well too?"
Su Yan
"possible."
Su Yan's answers were all ambiguous.
Xiaohua listened, completely bewildered.
Keep walking forward.
Suddenly, the light began to brighten before my eyes.
Su Yan still has an injury on her shoulder.
Wait until the light dims.
Su Yan looked up.
Then they saw a corpse in front of them.
It was nailed high up to one of the walls.
The corpse was dressed in white.
Half of it was a bloody mess, with white bones exposed.
Half of it is clearly visible and its shape is still discernible.
But the steel nails were driven into the bone, firmly pinned to the wall.
A rumbling sound all around.
Whipping, branding iron.
The same thing happens, as if it has been going on day after day for thousands of years.
Su Yan stared, stunned.
He kept his head up, looking at it.
That was Junyu's body.
It's true.
It can't be fake.
Su Yan felt a pang of heartache.
It's like being suddenly pricked by a sharp needle.
It hurts terribly.
She didn't say anything.
I stood there and watched.
A laugh came from behind.
The person was dressed in black, with spider lily patterns extending from their neck to their face.
Those eyes were very deep.
"We meet again, Lord God."
The tone of voice.
That tone of voice.
Even though he had changed his appearance, Su Yan still recognized him.
It is the Southern Ocean.
The person I met outside the gates of the underworld.
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