chapter 87 Yama Mantra, Sutra of Life and Death

Temeni Taylor was dressed in pure yang, with energy and blood as majestic as a dragon and an elephant, walking through the corridor with his head held high.

The so-called gate of hell has no deterrent effect on him at all.

soon.

At the end of the corridor, red candles danced in the darkness, and the fragrance was overwhelming.

But it is completely different from the imagined hell.

Red gauze tent, fragrant petals.

It was clearly a pink boudoir.

There...