In addition to facing the crisis in the eighteenth level of hell, there will naturally be many opportunities here. Otherwise, how can it attract people from the Nine Heavens Hell to sharpen their heads and want to come in?
Others are indifferent to other people's circumstances and will not think too much about it. For him, he has only two goals to enter the eighteenth level of hell secret realm.
First, I found Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, hoping to understand from his mouth what the golden body and Dharma appearance in his body is and who he is.
Secondly, Xiang Que also has another purpose to think that if he can, he wonders whether he can also gather the other sixteen purgatory pictures in the eighteenth level of the secret realm of hell.
Several times before, the two purgatory pictures in the Queta Realm showed extremely powerful suppression postures. If he could really cultivate all eighteen purgatory pictures, his strength would definitely be able to improve by leaps and bounds.
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The key is that even the old Tathagata was so moved that he wanted to condense the Eighteen Purgatory Pictures in Lingshan Mountain. Xiang Que naturally wanted to know what would happen after he got it all together.
"Like Dragon Ball, you can make a wish..."
The freshness of entering the eighteenth level of hell secret realm soon faded away. Xiang Que slightly calmed his emotions, and then scattered his spiritual consciousness.
Xiang Que first needs to figure out which layer is here, how big the crisis is in this layer, and how vast the area is, and then he can decide where to go next.
The spiritual consciousness scattered and soon spread to all directions.
A quarter of an hour later, Xiang Que's spiritual consciousness had spread at least a thousand miles away. The spiritual consciousnesses of three parties paused one after another, as if they had encountered some barrier and were blocked. Only the spiritual consciousness located in the east was still there.
It extends forward all the time.
Xiangque frowned, and there seemed to be no danger or abnormality in the other three directions. Then he decisively moved towards the direction eastward and flew over quickly.
Half an hour passed, Xiang Que flew east along the traces of his spiritual consciousness, and a towering cliff appeared in front of him, with several ancient and vicissitudes of words engraved on it.
"The fifth level of hell, steamer hell"
If we use Sanskrit, this level is also called the Hell of the House and the Shrine.
Fortunately, he did not enter the hell behind, so Xiang Que's mentality was a little relaxed. With his strength, he was not a big problem at the previous levels, and he would hardly encounter any crisis. The difficulty is
After ten floors.
Xiang Que reached out to touch the cliff in front of him, and there was nothing unusual except for a biting cold feeling.
The fifth floor of hell doesn't seem to be very large, it's about a radius of about a thousand miles. It is said that the higher you go, the larger the area of hell. In the end, the eighteenth floor can be almost as wide as nine days.
Any sky in hell is coming.
"Where should I make a fuss out of this fifth purgatory picture? Unfortunately, when I came in, I didn't go to the first and second levels of hell, otherwise I would compare it and see these two levels of hell and
Is there any similarity between the two layers of Purgatory Pictures?..."
Xiang Que feels that his current state is dark and he has no planning at all. Because people about the Purgatory Chart Trading Company are not clear about what is going on, so Xiang Que has no possibility of reference or reference at all.
He has to find out by himself.
Just as Xiang Qiu was at a loss for guessing, among the spiritual consciousnesses scattered in the other three directions, a wisp of them disappeared strangely and unpredictably, as if they were swallowed up in an instant.
Same.
Xiang Que was immediately surprised, and after a moment of thinking, he flew decisively towards the northwest.
In the air, Xiang Que was approaching from a high place and saw a fiery red and dazzling fire rushing out from below about a few hundred miles away.
At the same time, under the spiritual consciousness, there seemed to be a roar that was shattering his lungs.
Xiang Que hesitated for a moment, then turned around and flew over, and the roar gradually approached and became clearer.
Not far away, it seems that two areas of football fields are about the size of a football field have been hollowed out. A wave of heat spreads out from it. It is quite far away and makes people feel the rising heat. Xiangque instantly sweats profusely.
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The hollowed-out place below seemed like a huge steamer, with countless souls struggling inside, accompanied by a painful roar.
"This is the steamer hell? It looks quite worthy of its reputation. It can make people so hot that they are so far away." Xiang Que drifted in the sky, and the heat below floated up, making him feel a little unbearable.
The war souls inside seemed to be imprisoned, and they struggled non-stop, but they could not escape. They were like buns in a stewed pot, and were steamed all the time. The pain was absolutely indescribable and imaginable.
After watching for a while, Xiang Que found that the war soul in the steamer was gradually being worn away. Some people didn't know how long they had been tolerated, and their bodies seemed very dim and were also transparent. It seemed that it would take a while.
It will dissipate invisible.
At the same time, the war soul below saw someone coming from above, and they all stretched out their claws and struggled to pray, and their mouths still roared in pain, as if begging Xiang Que to rescue them.
But what Xiang Que didn't notice was that there were black breaths spreading out from the steamer below, and then silently lingering around him. Then a wisp suddenly penetrated into him.
Inside the body, Xiang Que was unaware of it.
The next moment, Xiang Que suddenly seemed to be out of control, his body slowly fell from mid-air, and others also lost consciousness at this time.
Xiang Queren fell into the steamer, closed his eyes and lowered his hands, without any reaction at all.
When his body fell into the steamer, countless war souls rushed over instantly, surrounding him and swallowing the person in an instant.
When Xiang Que was swallowed by the war soul, his soul was also suffering. To be honest, the pain was absolutely unbearable. His soul felt that he had become a bun, and it seemed that he was about to be
As soon as she became familiar, Xiang Que even saw 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 feeling of being in purgatory is definitely a bad thing for death.