The dark sky seems opaque, without any temperature or even starlight. The vast land is dark, making it difficult to move. It seems to be afraid of the endless darkness outside, and it seems to be begging for God's blessing.
And the whole earth is like a red-hot iron block, flashing red light. All the huge stone pillars and rock walls are shining with terrible blood.
The earth is shaking violently, and all the sounds are dull screams, which are constantly coming out deep underground.
Lotus covers the sun, and it is a bloody shura world. Tall golems stand tall. But they are all covered with bright red blood. The continuous demon castle is very similar to the demon's head in shape. Standing in this gloomy purgatory, endless bones are floating. Seven or eight huge skeletons stand tall, and the rolling river of blood roared under the statues, castles and skeletons. ...
Bloody sky. Endless bloody fog, bloody rain makes people want to vomit, scarlet blood gathers into a river.
The underworld, the side of hell. The legendary underworld, the other shore is full of enchanting flowers. In the sky, a bloody moon, half red as blood, the other half extremely dark, even makes people feel strange and beautiful. As the saying goes, flowers bloom on the other side, recalling the past, and Du Jie is famous for its success or failure.
Carrying a pair of broken arrow, he waded through scarlet blood step by step, walked up the stairs with red bones, and slowly sat on the emperor's chair with black gold. Between heaven and earth, the wind roared, the fire roared, and the silent ghost filled the sky, a vast barren land. And the lonely figure leaning on the broken arrow in the chair.
There were mutilated corpses everywhere, bloodstained, and on the broken wall, the corpse was broken into several pieces, and the broken internal organs and broken bone marrow fluid were scattered all over the floor. Death is so heartbreaking, it's simply terrible. The smell of blood is pungent, and the air seems particularly sticky.
The body of a fairy god hangs on the mountain of bones. Hanging in front of the devil's castle, he was executed before he died, and all kinds of horrors are still maintained today.
This is an empty city, without a ray of light, as dark as a ghost town under a dark sky. A flash of lightning broke through the night sky, thunder was loud, and heavy rain poured down with a bang. Wash away the evil spirits, wash away the blood on the ground, and the pungent fishy smell gradually fades away, soaking wet and cold to the bones.
Wave after wave of earth-shattering noise suddenly broke out like lightning. The lotus in hell rises into the sky, with pungent smell, surging blood and the earth shaking violently, as if to turn over.
Red, her color, enchanting, enchanting, blooming in groups, is sad. Like fire, like tea, like blood, like poison She is on her way to the underworld. On a dead end. The only scenery. The only flower in the underworld that attracts the soul-the other side .................................................................................................................................................................