In addition to facing the crises in the Eighteen Hells, there will naturally be many opportunities here. Otherwise, how could it attract people from the Nine Heavens Hell to want to come in?
Xiang Que is indifferent to other people's fortunes and doesn't think much about them at all. For him, there are only two purposes for entering the secret realm of the eighteenth level of hell.
The first thing is to find Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, hoping to learn from his mouth what the golden body in his body is about and who he is.
Secondly, Xiang Que also had another purpose, which was to think that if possible, he could collect the other sixteen pictures of purgatory in the secret realm of the eighteenth level of hell.
In the past few times against his enemies, Xiang Dao Realm showed an extremely strong suppressive attitude towards the two Purgatory Pictures. If he could really create all eighteen Purgatory Pictures, then his strength would definitely improve by leaps and bounds.
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The key point is that even Tathagata is so tempted and wants to condense the Eighteen Purgatory Pictures in the Lingshan Mountain. Xiang Que is naturally eager to know what the result will be after putting it all together.
"Like Dragon Ball, you can make a wish..."
The novelty of entering the secret realm of the eighteenth level of hell for the first time soon faded away. Xiang Que calmed down his emotions a little, and then spread his consciousness around.
Xiang Que first needs to figure out which level this is, how big the crisis is on this level, and how vast the area is, and then he can decide where to go next.
The spiritual consciousness was scattered and soon spread in all directions.
A quarter of an hour later, Xiang Que's spiritual consciousness had spread to at least a thousand miles away. At this time, the spiritual consciousness of three parties stopped one after another. It seemed that they had encountered some barrier and were blocked. Only the spiritual consciousness located in the due east was still there.
It keeps extending forward.
Xiang Que frowned. There seemed to be no danger or anything unusual in the other three directions. He then decisively headed towards the east direction and flew over quickly.
Half an hour passed, and Xiang Que flew eastward along the traces of his spiritual consciousness. A towering cliff appeared in front of him, with several simple and vicissitudes of time engraved on it.
"The fifth level of hell, steamer hell"
In Sanskrit terms, this level is also called the Prisoner’s Hell.
He was quite lucky and did not enter the subsequent levels of hell, so Xiang Que immediately relaxed a little. With his strength, there were no big problems in the previous levels, and he would hardly encounter any crisis. The difficulty was
After the tenth floor.
Xiang Que stretched out his hand and touched the cliff in front of him. Except for a biting cold feeling, there was no other difference.
This fifth level of hell does not seem to be very large in area. It is about a thousand miles in radius. It is said that the area of hell becomes larger as you go up. By the end, the eighteenth level is almost as vast as nine days.
Any part of hell.
"Where can I get this fifth picture of purgatory from? It's a pity that I didn't go to the first and second levels of hell when I came in. Otherwise, I would compare it and see how the two levels of hell compare.
I wonder if there are any similarities between the two levels of purgatory..."
Xiang Que feels that his current state is a blur, and there is no plan at all, because the people in the Purgatory Chart Trading House don't know what is going on, so Xiang Que has no possibility of reference or reference at all.
He has to figure it out on his own.
Just when Xiang Que was at a loss to guess, among the spiritual consciousness that spread out in the other three directions, when the spiritual consciousness in the northwest was gathered back, one of them disappeared strangely and unpredictably, as if it was swallowed up in an instant.
Same.
Xiang Que was immediately surprised, and after thinking for a moment, he decisively flew towards the northwest quickly.
In mid-air, Xiang Que looked down from a high position and saw a fiery red and dazzling fire coming out from below, about a few hundred miles away.
At the same time, with his consciousness, he seemed to hear a hissing, lung-splitting roar.
Xiang Que hesitated for a moment, then turned around and flew over. As he got closer, the roar in his ears became clearer.
Not far away, an area about the size of two football fields seemed to have been hollowed out underground. Waves of heat spread from it. People could feel the rising heat even from a distance. Xiang Que instantly started to sweat profusely.
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The hollowed out place below was like a huge steamer, with countless souls struggling inside, accompanied by painful roars one after another.
"Is this the steamer hell? It seems to be quite worthy of the name. Even so far away, it can be unbearably hot." Xiang Que was floating in the sky, and when the heat from below floated up, it became a little unbearable for him.
The fighting souls inside seemed to be imprisoned, struggling all the time, but unable to escape. They were like steamed buns in a stew pot, and the pain was absolutely indescribable and unimaginable.
Xiang Que watched for a moment and found that the fighting souls in the steamer were gradually being consumed. Some of them had been boiled for an unknown amount of time, and their bodies had become very dim and transparent. It seemed that they might be used again soon.
It will dissipate into nothingness.
At the same time, when the fighting spirits below saw someone coming from above, they all stretched out their claws and struggled and prayed. Their mouths were still screaming in pain, as if they were begging Xiang Que to rescue them.
But what Xiang Que didn't notice at this time was that there were strands of dark breath spreading out from the steamer below, and then lingering around him silently, and then there was a wisp that suddenly penetrated into his body.
In the body, Xiang Que didn't notice it at all.
The next moment, Xiang Que suddenly seemed to be out of control, and his body slowly fell from the air. Others also lost consciousness at this time.
Xiang Queren fell into the steamer, his eyes closed tightly and his hands hanging down, showing no reaction at all.
When his body fell into the steamer, countless fighting spirits rushed over in an instant, surrounded him, and engulfed him in an instant.
When Xiang Que was swallowed up by the fighting spirit, his soul was also suffering. To be honest, the pain was absolutely unbearable. His soul felt as if he had become a dumpling, and it seemed that he was about to die.
It was as if it was cooked, even Xiang Que could see that his body was already red.
"This steamer hell is really not an exaggeration at all. It feels so sour and refreshing..." Xiang Que has never felt so uncomfortable. This physical feeling of being in purgatory is definitely a life worse than death.