King Yama looked back and said, "Please jump down with me. Ahead is the tongue-pulling hell." After that, he jumped towards the abyss first. The sea dragon's body floated up and followed closely behind King Yama. Suddenly his eyes lit up and they had arrived at another place.
Everything here is completely shrouded in red light, and everything around it is so eerie.
"Ah -" A scream caught Hai Long's attention. He turned around and saw a soul tied to a stone pillar, his body completely unable to move. Two ghosts stood beside him, one on the left and one on the right. The ghost on the left pushed him away.
The ghost on the right is holding a plier-like thing to clamp his tongue. Originally, Hai Long thought that the tongue pulling hell was just about pulling out the victim's tongue, but the truth is far from that simple. The ghost on the right was not going to be tortured all at once.
The soul's tongue was directly pulled out and then slowly stretched. When it was stretched to the longest length, it was constantly twisting and twisting. The tortured soul's screams had changed and blood was constantly flowing out of his mouth. Although it was only the soul, everything was so real.
.When his tongue was completely pulled out, the long white hair on his body was completely dyed red with blood. The remaining souls waiting to be tortured were trembling and full of fear, but their bodies were obviously frozen and unable to move at all.
King Yama walked to Hai Long and was not surprised at all by the scene in front of him. He said calmly, "Anyone alive who instigates dissension, slanders and harms others will be sent to the tongue pulling hell. This person's sin is relatively minor and he only needs to pull out his tongue every day."
Tongue three times for a thousand days."
Hai Long lost his voice and said, "What? A thousand days? Doesn't that mean pulling out the tongue three thousand times? He only has one tongue!"
King Yama said calmly, "He only needs to be punished painfully. Everything in the eighteen levels of hell is just an appearance. If the tongue is pulled out, it can be put back."
Hai Long took a deep breath and felt that the smell of blood was filling his nose. He nodded and said, "Lord Yama, let's go. I have already seen the tongue-pulling hell. You can go to the next level."
King Yama bowed his head and led Hai Long to the edge of the Tongue Pulling Hell. With a wave of his hand, a portal suddenly appeared in front of him. He pulled Hai Long and walked forward first. Hai Long followed him. The horror just now flashed in his mind.
During the scene, I thought to myself, “The Eighteen Levels of Hell is indeed well-deserved.
After going all the way down and turning a corner, they came to a red world again. A victim had just been tied to a stone pillar. Under his feet were pools of purple-black blood. King Yama stood still and said, "This is the hell of scissors."
The tortured person should have his ten fingers cut off, so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, and the pain will be worse than the tongue-pulling hell." As soon as he finished speaking, a ghost stood in front of the tortured person with a pair of dark red scissors, and screamed incomparably.
rang. Hai Long clearly saw the ghost using scissors to cut off the victim's fingers one by one, not one at a time, but one by one from the fingertips until the blood continued to flow from the fingertips as the scissors opened and closed.
The strong smell of blood spattered out and instantly spread throughout the scissor hell.
King Yama said, "The hell you see is only a corner of the place. Whether it is the tongue-pulling hell or the scissors hell, the place you see is only one percent of it. Each time, hundreds of souls are tortured at the same time. You still want to continue.
Do you want to continue watching?"
The muscles on Hai Long's face twitched, and his expression showed a hint of murderous intent. He turned to King Yama and said, "Are you sure that all those who are being punished deserve their crimes?"
King Yama bowed his head and said, "The criminal laws in the underworld are all implemented after strict review of the landscape. Those who can come to the eighteenth level of hell are the ones who cannot be punished. Only after experiencing the criminal laws here can they have the possibility of reincarnation."
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Hai Long said solemnly, "I hope you will remember what you have done today. If I find any tortured person who is not like you in the future, I will definitely conquer the eighteenth level of hell. Let's go to the next level."
After hearing Hai Long's words, King Yama suddenly felt a chill in his back. He felt awe-inspiring in his heart. He must know that what he is best at is the enchantment technique. He is extremely strong-willed, but he still couldn't help being overwhelmed by Hai Long's aura. He couldn't help but feel a bit of awe in his heart. There was nothing he could do directly with him.
Hai Long went to the third level of hell.
Each of the eighteen levels of hell is more terrifying than the next. For example, in the third level of hell, the Iron Tree Hell, there are trees with sharp blades on the trees. People are picked under the skin on the back and hung in iron suits, so that the souls can hold a stick with a diameter of one meter.
The two-meter-high copper column tube. Charcoal fire was burning in the tube and the air was blown continuously. Soon the copper pillar tube turned red. King Yama was leading the way and he could clearly feel the huge pressure coming from behind, which actually made him gasp.
I felt like I was out of breath. I finally reached the last level, which is the harshest level of the 18th level. The ghost king Fang Pingyin and Wang Yin Changsheng and the other nine kings of the ten kings of the underworld were waiting here. Seeing them, King Yama was obviously relieved.
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The eighteenth level of hell is the saw hell. Hailong ignored the twelve kings of the underworld and looked at the tortured person. He saw the ghosts taking off the clothes of the tortured soul and binding them to four wooden stakes in the shape of a big character, starting from the crotch to the head.
Use a saw to cut each part one by one until the whole body is completely separated. Although it is a soul, it has the same internal organs as a human being, and it does not lack the feeling...
Ghost King Wang Fangping took a few steps forward and walked up to Hai Long. He looked at his pale face and said in surprise, "I really can't believe that someone can watch it from beginning to end after coming to the eighteenth level of hell for the first time. What's your ambition?"
I really admire your perseverance."
Hai Long turned to look at Wang Fangping with a wry smile on his face and then vomited it out with a sound. Fortunately, Wang Fangping saw that Hai Long's expression was wrong and quickly stepped aside, so he didn't get vomited all over his body. Hai Long had never eaten anything since he arrived in the underworld. He vomited in one mouthful.
It was just sour water. The strong nausea made him gasp slightly. Although his cultivation had entered the realm of great supernatural powers, he was only an immortal after all. It would have been impossible for him to not feel anything after the previous tragic scenes.
The energy of chaos slowly circulated. Hai Long created an absolute space on the surface of his body. The bloody atmosphere would no longer be transmitted to him. He suddenly felt more comfortable. His eyes flashed with cold light and he said coldly, "Lord Yama, I hope you can remember what I just said."
If so, we can start now. How can I break out of the eighteen levels of hell? Maybe when we meet again in the future, I hope it won’t be me who came here because of something in this hell.”
King Yama gave Hai Long a deep look. Hai Long dared to threaten like this in front of all the kings of the underworld. He couldn't help but feel angry and said in a deep voice, "The way to pass is very simple. Either you take turns to defeat the twelve of us without interruption. Or...
Defeat twelve of us at the same time. Choose one yourself."
The King of Ghosts, Fang Ping, turned to look at King Yama with a hint of surprise in his eyes. Originally, they had planned that there were indeed two paths for Hai Long to choose. One was that he would take turns to defeat all the kings of the underworld. Each person defeated could rest for one stick of incense. The other was to start from
The twelve kings joined forces and rushed out. At this time, the method proposed by King Yama was much more difficult. Whether it was to defeat the twelve kings without interruption or to defeat the twelve kings at the same time, it was very difficult. I am afraid that even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva could not do it.
It may not be possible to complete. He was about to remind King Yama when he saw a surprised scene. Hai Long shook his head and said, "Then let's start. Who should I choose to start first?" Although he listened to King Yama's request, he
He was also very surprised, but in order to return to the immortal world and to test his own strength, he agreed immediately. One of the biggest advantages of Chaos Qi is its fast recovery speed. He still has strong confidence in the wheel battle with Hailong.
King Yama shook his head and looked at Wang Fangping with a sharp gaze, saying in a deep voice, "King of Ghosts, take action first. Go all out."
Wang Fangping sighed secretly in his heart but did not dare to disobey King Yama's order. With a wave of his right hand, a mourning stick appeared in his hand. King Yama waved his hands and the scene of the eighteenth level of hell completely disappeared. They appeared in an open field as if there was no one around them.
The boundary was as wide as any. King Yama retreated among the ten kings and said in a deep voice, "Let's begin."
Of course Wang Fangping knew what his mission was. Since he was taking turns, his first goal was to consume Hai Long's mana. He simply didn't believe that Hai Long could pass the twelve kings' turn challenges on his own. Thinking of this, he raised his mourning stick and said solemnly, "
Wang Fangping has learned that you don’t need to be merciful, we are immortal in the underworld.”
Hai Long stood with his hands behind his back, as if there was a breeze floating all over his body. His long red hair flowed back, his face was cold and expressionless. He had seen the miserable scenes in the eighteenth level of hell. In addition to being disgusted, he was also dissatisfied with the underworld. Perhaps those people
He is indeed a heinous person, but the punishment is too severe. He must teach the Ten Kings a lesson.
Wang Fangping couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he saw the cold and arrogant look on Hai Long's face. With his cultivation level, he wouldn't be angry because of this, but it was strange. He took a step forward and was not far in front of Hai Long. He was already not far away from Hai Long, holding a mourning stick in his hand. He rushed towards Hai Long's chest and struck him.
It was completely a tentative move to test Hai Long's reality first.
Hai Long saw that the mourning stick was about to reach his chest, but his body did not move. When Wang Fangping was shocked, the mourning stick in his hand had already been inserted into Hai Long's chest, but as soon as he inserted it, he felt something bad because the mourning stick was completely inserted into the empty space.
There was no physical feeling. There was a faint smile on Hai Long's face. His physical body was standing half a foot away after Wang Fangping stabbed the residual image. He watched the mourning stick destroy the residual image. He grabbed it with his left hand like lightning.
The tip of the mourning stick smiled calmly and said, "Since I have come to the underworld, why should I leave a souvenir? Thank you, Lord Ghost King." Wang Fangping only felt that the magic weapon he had used for many years had escaped from his grasp and fell into Hai Long's hands with a light touch.
It's been a long time since Hailong used the Tiancha. Today's try was so easy that he couldn't help but reveal a faint smile. He had already decided in his heart that he not only wanted to win today, but also win beautifully. So he didn't pursue it, just played around.
He caught the mourning stick that fell into his hands.
Wang Fangping's reaction was relatively quick. The mourning stick fell into the opponent's hand. He immediately floated back and fell into the void with his right hand. A blue fire shadow floated out and shouted in a deep voice, "Hell fire." The blue fire light quickly wrapped around Hai Long's body with a faint blue fire light band.
With a hint of gloominess, Hai Long understood that this hellfire definitely did not burn the body, but directly burned the opponent's consciousness.
"Master Ghost King, are you playing with fire in front of me? Then you are playing tricks in front of Guan Gong. I think the next one can come." At the same time, Hai Long opened his mouth and two green and red lights surrounded him like a huge...
The fire net was usually driven by Hai Long's attached willpower and instantly wrapped the ghost king Wang Fangping in it. The hell fire that Wang Fangping had previously emitted was completely melted by the pure firepower when it encountered the Taiyi Bipolar True Fire used by Hai Long. Wang Fangping's heart was filled with confusion.
Hei's hands subconsciously transformed into countless palm shadows, shooting out green ghost energy around him, constantly attacking the fire net, but it still couldn't stop the contraction of Taiyi's true fire from Hai Long. If Zhenyuan Immortal saw the scene in front of him, he would definitely be surprised.
He recognized that Hai Long's Taiyi Bipolar True Fire had reached the seventh level and was only about the same level as him. When the fire net was still one foot away from Wang Fangping, it suddenly stopped. Hai Long said calmly, "Master Ghost King, you can admit defeat."
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Wang Fangping knew that the other party was already merciful. With his status, it was not easy for him to continue to entangle him. He resigned helplessly and said, "Great Immortal Hailong deserves to be the leader of the immortal world. I give up."
When the fire disappeared, Hai Long threw the mourning stick back to Wang Fangping and said with a smile, "I just made a joke, please don't blame the ghost king." During the time he came to the underworld, the ghost king Wang Fangping was the one who had the most contact with him. Hai Long always had a good impression of Wang Fangping, so naturally he didn't want to let him go.
He was embarrassed.
Wang Fangping took the mourning stick and sighed without saying anything, and walked back to the crowd of kings and said to King Yin, Yin Changsheng, "Old Yin, I'm not going to be able to do anything anymore. I'll leave it to you."
Yin Changsheng smiled bitterly and said, "Our cultivation levels are similar and if you can't do it, how can I do it?" King Yama glared at them and said, "Before we even take action, we have already taken over your position as the Ghost King. Are you tired of it?"
