King Yama looked back and said: "Please jump down with me. Ahead is the first level of tongue pulling hell." After saying that, he jumped towards the abyss first. The body of the sea dragon floated up and followed closely behind King Yama. Suddenly his eyes lit up.
, they have arrived at a place that is completely shrouded in red light, and everything around them is so gloomy.
"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 little ghosts stood beside him, one on the left and one on the right.
The kid opened his mouth, and the kid on the right held his tongue with something like a pair of pliers. Originally, Hai Long thought that tongue pulling hell was just about pulling out the victim's tongue, but the truth is far from that simple.
, the kid on the right did not pull out the tongue of the tortured soul directly, but slowly stretched it. When it was stretched to the longest, it continued to twist. The screams of the tortured soul had changed, and blood continued to flow from his mouth.
Although it was just a soul flowing out, everything was so real. When his tongue was completely pulled out, the white robe on his body was completely dyed red with blood. The other souls waiting to be tortured were trembling.
They were 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 sows dissension, slanders and harms others will be sent to the tongue pulling hell. This person's sin is relatively minor.
Just pull out the tongue three times a day 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 suffer painful punishment. In the eighteen levels of hell, everything is just an appearance. Here, if the tongue is pulled out, it can be put back."
Hai Long took a deep breath and felt the smell of blood 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 nodded 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 and kept thinking in his mind.
Flashing back to the horrific scene just now, I thought to myself: The eighteen levels of hell are indeed well-deserved.
Going all the way down, after turning a corner, they came to a red world again. A victim had just been put on 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 victim's ten fingers will be cut off. The so-called ten fingers are connected to the heart. The pain is worse than the hell of pulling out the tongue." As soon as he finished speaking, a kid was already standing there holding a pair of dark red scissors and was being tortured.
In front of the torturer, extremely miserable screams rang out, and Hai Long could clearly see that the kid used scissors to cut off the torturer's fingers one by one, not one at a time, but bit by bit.
From the fingertips to the roots of the fingers, blood continuously splashed out as the scissors were opened and closed, and the rich smell of blood 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.
Do you want to continue reading now?"
The muscles on Hai Long's face twitched, and his expression revealed 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 nodded and said: "All criminal laws in the underworld are carried out after strict verification. Those who can reach the eighteenth level of hell are all unpardonable sins. Only those who have experienced the criminal laws here can
There is a possibility of reincarnation."
Hai Long said solemnly: "I hope you will remember what you said today. If I find that any person who is being tortured is not what you said, I will 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. You must know that what he is best at is the soul seduction technique. His own will is extremely firm, but he still couldn't help but be taken over by Hai Long's momentum, and he couldn't help feeling a little awe in his heart.
. Without saying anything else, he took Hai Long directly to the third level of hell.
Each of the eighteen levels of hell is more terrifying than the next, just like the third level of the Iron Tree Hell. There are trees in this hell, and there are sharp knives on the trees. People can dig them under the skin from their backs and hang them on the iron tree, just like the sixth level of copper.
In Pillar Hell, the ghosts take off the clothes on the soul and let the soul hug a copper pillar with a diameter of one meter and a height of two meters. They burn charcoal fire in the tube and keep fanning it. Soon, the copper pillar will
Blushing..., the expression on Hai Long's face became colder and colder, and the murderous intent on his body became more and more intense. Even as King Yama led the way, he could clearly feel the huge pressure coming from behind, which actually made him feel breathless.
It feels like we have finally reached the last level, which is the most severe eighteenth level of hell. The Ghost King Fangping, the Yin King Yin Changsheng and the other nine of the Ten Kings of the Underworld are all waiting here. Seeing them, King Yama is obviously relaxed.
tone.
In the eighteenth level of hell, which is also the saw hell, Hai Long ignored the twelve kings of the underworld, but looked at the tortured person. He saw the imps taking off the clothes of the tortured soul and binding it to four wooden sticks in the shape of a "big".
On the pile, starting from the crotch to the head, use a saw to saw bit by bit until the whole body is completely separated. Although it is a soul, it is the same as a human being, with the same internal organs. It looks and feels...
Ghost King Wang Fangping took a few steps forward and walked to Hai Long. Looking at his pale face, he said in surprise: "I really can't believe that someone can see everything from the beginning to the eighteenth level of hell for the first time.
Tail. 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 Hai Long's expression and hurriedly stepped aside, so he didn't get vomited all over his body. Hai Long hadn't eaten anything since he arrived in the underworld.
What he vomited was just sour water. The strong nausea made him gasp slightly. Although his cultivation had entered the realm of great supernatural powers, he was just an immortal after all. After going through the previous tragic scenes, if he hadn't
It feels like it's impossible.
The energy of chaos moved slowly, and Hai Long created an absolute space on the surface of his body. The bloody breath would not be introduced. He suddenly felt a little more comfortable. His eyes flashed with cold light, and he said coldly: "Lord Yama, I hope you will
If you can remember what I just said, you can start now. You can tell me how I broke out of the eighteenth level of hell. Perhaps, 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 took a deep look at Hai Long. In front of all the kings of the underworld, Hai Long dared to threaten like this. He couldn't help but feel angry and said in a deep voice: "The way to pass is very simple. Either, you can take turns defeating us ten times without stopping."
Either the two of you will defeat twelve of us at the same time. You 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 for him to take turns defeating all the kings of the underworld, and each person who won could rest for one stick of incense.
The other way is to rush out from the combined hands of the twelve kings. At this time, the method mentioned by King Yama is much more difficult. Whether it is to defeat the twelve kings continuously or to defeat the twelve kings at the same time, the difficulty is
It was so high that even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva might not be able to complete it. Just when he was about to remind King Yama, he saw a surprised scene. Hai Long nodded and said: "Let's start then. I choose the first one."
, Who should we start with?" Although he was surprised when he heard King Yama's request, in order to return to the immortal world and to test his own strength, he agreed. One of the greatest advantages of Chaos Qi is its extremely fast recovery speed.
Regarding the wheel battle, Hailong still has strong confidence.
King Yama nodded, looked at Wang Fangping with a sharp look in his eyes, and said 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 flick of his right hand, a mourning stick appeared in his hand. With a wave of King Yama's hands, the scene of the eighteenth level of hell completely disappeared, and they appeared in an empty space.
In the venue, which seemed to be as wide as without borders, 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 didn't believe that Hai Long could pass the twelve kings' turn challenges on his own. Thinking of this, he raised his mourning stick.
, said in a deep voice: "Wang Fangping has learned this, you don't have to be merciful, we are immortal in the underworld."
Hai Long stood with his hands behind his hands, his whole body seemed to be supported by a layer of breeze, his long red hair flowed back, and his face was cold and expressionless. He had seen the miserable scenes in the eighteenth level of hell, and in addition to being disgusted, he also felt a sense of hatred for the underworld.
He was dissatisfied. Maybe those people were indeed heinous people, but the punishment was too severe. He must teach the Ten Kings a lesson.
When Wang Fangping saw Hai Long's cold and arrogant look, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. With his cultivation level, he would not be angry because of this, but he was a little strange. He took a step forward, and he was already not far in front of Hai Long. He held the mourning stick in his hand.
, Ben Hailong attacked on the chest. This was completely a tentative move, he wanted to test Hailong's true identity first.
Hai Long saw that the mourning stick was about to hit 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 it was inserted, he felt something bad, because the mourning stick was completely
It was inserted in the empty space and had no physical feeling. Hai Long's face showed a faint smile. His real body was standing half a foot behind the residual image that was stabbed by Wang Fangping. Seeing the mourning stick destroying the residual image, he
He grabbed it with his left hand like lightning and put it on the tip of the mourning stick. He smiled lightly and said: "Since I have come to the underworld, why should I leave a souvenir? Thank you, Lord Ghost King." Wang Fangping only felt a light touch on his hand. He had been using it for many years.
The magic weapon actually escaped from control and fell into Hai Long's hands.
It had been a long time since he had used Jie Tianchao Hailong. Today he tried it so well that he couldn't help but reveal a faint smile. He had already decided in his heart that he would not only win today, but also win beautifully. So,
He didn't give chase, he just played with the mourning stick that fell into his hand.
Wang Fangping reacted quite quickly. When the mourning stick fell into the opponent's hand, he immediately floated back. With a stroke of his right hand, a blue fire shadow floated out, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Hellfire." Dots of blue fire quickly wrapped around Hai Long's body.
Come on, there was a hint of gloominess in the blue fire. 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 not playing with a sword in front of Guan Gong. I think the next one can come." As he said this, Hai Long opened his mouth, and green and red light surrounded him,
Like a huge fire net, driven by Hai Long's attached willpower, it instantly enveloped the Ghost King Wang Fangping. The hell fire previously emitted by Wang Fangping was completely destroyed by the spirit when it encountered the Taiyi Bipolar True Fire used by Hai Long.
Melted by the pure fire power, Wang Fangping was horrified. His hands subconsciously transformed into countless palm shadows and shot out to the surroundings. The green ghost energy continued to impact the fire net, but it still could not stop the Taiyi two-pole true fire emitted by Hai Long from shrinking.
If Immortal Zhenyuan saw the scene in front of him, he would be surprised to recognize that Hai Long's Taiyi Bipolar True Fire has reached the seventh level, which is only about the same as him. When the fire net was still one foot away from Wang Fangping
Suddenly stopping, Hai Long said calmly: "Master Ghost King, you can admit defeat."
Wang Fangping knew that the other party had already shown mercy, and with his status, it was difficult for him to continue to entangle him. He nodded helplessly and said: "The Great Immortal Hai Long deserves to be the leader of the immortal world, I admit defeat."
When the fire disappeared, Hai Long threw the mourning stick back to Wang Fangping and said with a smile: "The kid 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 he had the most contact with. For Wang Fangping, Hai Long always had a special feeling.
I have a good impression of him, so naturally I don’t want to embarrass him.
Wang Fangping took the mourning stick, said nothing, sighed softly, walked back among the kings, and said to King Yin Changsheng: "Old Yin, I can't do it anymore, it's up to you."
Yin Changsheng smiled bitterly and said: "We have similar cultivation levels. If you can't do it, how can I do it?" King Yama glared at them and said: "Before we take action, our will has been taken away. You must be tired of the position of ghost king."