Bug Master In Doomsday

Wang Mang’s mind was shocked by the gate of **** engraved with millions of faces. What kind of pain would make these faces so desperate?

"There are eighteen layers of hell, which are divided into four categories: eight hots, eight colds, wandering monks, and loneliness. Among them, the bottom and most terrifying layer is infinite hell, which is controlled by my Raksha!

Raksha gave a loud roar, the bronze mask on his face was suddenly distorted, his facial features slowly disappeared, and only a pair of pale eyes remained.

Those indifferent life and death, emotionless white eyes stared at Wang Mang closely, causing an extreme terror to emerge out of thin air behind his back!

"Follow me!" Raksha Urn withdrew his gaze, turned and walked towards the tall gate of hell, Wang Mang's face was serious, and a hesitation flashed in his eyes.

But soon he threw the six-foot warrior in his hand to the ground and followed the figure of Rakshasa.

Hundreds of meters high and a huge gate with a width of more than twenty feet, the Rakshasa stood in front of the door, his palm slowly opened, and the closed door suddenly opened, leaving a gap for passage!

A trace of scarlet mist flowed from the open gap. Standing tens of meters away from the door, Wang Mang could feel the scorching heat of the mist.

"Go in!" Raksha jokingly pointed to the wide black door that opened a little while playing with the handle of the knife in his hand.

Wang Mang looked at Rakshasa, his eyes were firm, and he nodded heavily. Now that he has reached the door, is it possible to shrink back?

Under Raksha's gaze, Wang Mang stepped forward and walked to the gap in the black door. The fiery mist burned his body surface, like a hot steel knife cutting the exposed skin!

"Go to hell, don't look back!" Luo Sha looked at Wang Mang who stopped, and reminded him in a low voice.

Wang Mang didn't answer, just smiled at the corner of his mouth, waved his hand to Raksha, and walked into the gate of **** resolutely and lonely!

Suddenly, Wang Mang's eyes ached under the dazzling bright light. He squinted his eyes, trying to adapt to the soreness and swelling of the eyeballs! After three to five seconds, Wang Mang could barely see the scene in this door!

In the eyes, it was a red-hot city wall, the hot stone slabs on the ground were burning red, and the scorching heat wave swept the air, making Wang Mang difficult to breathe!

"Cough~cough!" Wang Mang coughed twice, feeling that his respiratory tract and even his lungs had been eroded by this hot air!

Wang Mang rubbed his stinging nose with his hand, and inadvertently looked at his hand, only to find that his palm was already covered with viscous blood, and the blood dripped down to the ground along his nostrils. With the sound of evaporating gas, Wang Mang’s blood falling on the ground was instantly evaporated into a trace of mist and merged into this scorching world!

"Has it all started?" Wang Mang slowly let out a suffocating breath, feeling the burning pain in his throat and lungs, frowning slightly, and looking at the only stone road, his eyes were a little deep.

"There is only one way to Hell. Go down, and when it's 950 kilometers, you will reach the end!"

Rakshasa holding the arc-shaped long knife, the armor on his body seemed unaffected by the temperature, and he was still dark and cold. He walked by Wang Mang in a swift pace, slowly disappearing into the fog in front of him!

Wang Mang looked at the direction of Rakshasa's disappearance and took the first step. In an instant, a surging heat wave swept over his body. The shoes that fell on the hot stone slab could not withstand such a high temperature, and he was burnt to ashes almost immediately!