Huh!

There was a sound of a heavy metal door, and several figures in Abdija prison uniforms gradually emerged from the depths of the darkness.

For this reason, Xue Li's already cloudy and numb eyes moved slightly.

Afterwards, his body subconsciously stretched out a finger, trembling slightly in the direction of the prison door.

Chi Chi!

A bit of blood-white true essence broke through the air, hitting on the cell door, arousing layers of faint blood-colored white fog, covering the space within three feet of it...

...

Although the force that the blood plough ejects is not strong, it is extremely evil, as if it can melt gold and bone, and the power is also not to be underestimated.

However, just as soon as it hit the prison door, a wisps of silver network suddenly appeared on the doorpost of the prison door~

These networks have just emerged, and have turned into a strange six-pointed shape similar to the formation.

Afterwards, the blood-white true essence emitted by the blood plough was directly transmitted and scattered by the rays of light formed by the six-pointed pattern in all directions.

In just a moment, the blood-red true essence disappeared, as if it had not appeared...

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"Oh, is that still the case..."

Seeing this scene, Xueli sighed again with a pale face, as if the blood-white true essence just now had exhausted his power.

At the same time, feeling the situation in his body, his complexion is not only ugly again.

The blood-white true essence is the ‘blood essence’ cultivated by the blood plough through killing countless creatures, and it is extremely powerful. However, at this moment, the true essence remaining in the blood plough is close to the limit of drying up.

Moreover, in the crime domain, the true essence in his body can hardly be replenished, and every time a portion of true essence is used, the strength in his body decreases by one point. It often takes a long time to accumulate before it is possible to save so much.

...

But even so, there is still a glimmer of hope in his heart, he wants to escape from the realm of sin, escape from this desperate place, and renew his status as the king in the dark.

It's just that it's so simple to escape from the bottom of this crime domain.

Don't say that their true energy has been exhausted, even if they accumulate some strength, they will also be cut off by those Abdiga's jailers.

And now, those jailers have reappeared in the "feeding" once a month...

...

Da Da~

Heavy footsteps came from the aisle of the prison.

Immediately, I saw a group of cold figures wearing black armor and holding various weapons, stepping from the passage.

"The once-a-month food is here, you guys are so hungry? Don't come here quickly!"

In the middle of the chests of the armor of these figures, the word "sin" is printed, and the aura on their bodies is cold and gloomy, as if they are integrated with the domain of sin.

At this moment, when they stepped into the lowest level of the crime domain, they were all knocking on the iron pillars in the aisle one by one, shouting in a cold voice.

And as the blood plow prison closest to the iron gate, naturally it was the first to appear in front of them...

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"Huh? You just attacked the prison door, right?! Hmph, you won't change your life!"

"I remember you, what are you... Blood Plow, right? Do you think you are the king of darkness decades ago?"

"Hmph, dare to fight against my Abdiga... the rest of your life can only be spent at the bottom of this sin domain! Don't try to escape."

"Since you are in the first cell in the Sin Domain, you should eat first this time! You haven't eaten for a month, you should miss it very much, Jiejie..."

There was a burst of voices that did not contain human emotions, and then several figures took out a black pill-shaped object from a box engraved with the image of the black iron demon and walked in the direction of the blood plow... ....

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"You ants..."

The cell of the blood plough was closest to the gate exit at the bottom of the crime domain, so the minimum food intake this month was almost always from the blood plough.

And hearing the cold and disdainful words of the other party, a **** light was also seen in the eyes of the blood plough at this time.

Once in the dark world of mankind, he was also a king-level one that no one knew. His subordinates were like clouds. As long as he gave an order, he could mobilize millions of warriors and obey orders at any time.

But today, the former generation of kings himself is about to be ridiculed by these Abu Diga's criminal pawns, which makes Xue Li's heart not help but murderous.

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"Ant? Humph, do you think it was when you were outside at large? Now, you are the ant!"

"Have you not recognized reality for decades? Or are you not used to being humble..."

"The Blood Plow of the Dark King...hehehe, I like to abuse you former kings and heroes, so that I can bring a little pleasure to my life in the domain of sin."

"Hurry up and give it to me! Don't be shameless!"

Facing the murderous intent of the **** plow of the dark king who was scared in the past, not only did the people who manage the crime domain in Abdiga not have any panic, but they all showed a few smirks and ridicules on their faces.

At the same time, they even passed the black pills to the blood plough cage.

...

As these people said, as the guardians of the crime domain, they are actually small people who can't handle it.

To a certain extent, they are like the prisoners in these crime realms, isolated from the world and see the sun.

Even when they see the terrifying big men and the supreme fierce gods who are pressed into the bottom of this sin domain, they will still be in awe and fear.

However, under this kind of mental pressure and torture, slowly, they began to adapt, and even gradually took pleasure in oppressing these fierce and evil kings.

It seems that this kind of insignificant jailer status to bully, humiliate, and arrogantly make the former giants in prison can bring balance, fun, and achievement to their hearts.

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"What! You guys..."

Hearing that these jailers, who were not always in their eyes even when they were soldiers, were so mocking at him at this time, the blood plow not only clenched his fists.

Especially seeing the few black pills that had been handed in front of him, Blood Plow couldn't hold back.

In order to maintain the survival of himself and others, the lowest level of food rationed every other month at the bottom of the crime domain, and this kind of food is the few black pills that appeared in front of him at this time...