"What do you want to do to end this cause and effect," said the drunk Taoist with a calm expression.
Ali looked at Zui Taoist's face and knew that he was probably here under Emei's orders.
But this was all within his expectation. This kind of thing is the most sensitive once it involves two major forces.
Especially if a human life is involved, people at their level will be alarmed immediately.
When he came here, he never thought that he could really capture Zhuang Wuming. Let alone him, even if the King of Hell came, it would be useless. There are also immortals on Mount Emei.
"Let's do this. I don't want any more. Let him hand over the Ten Thousand Years Yin Jade Lotus and let this matter be over."
The drunk Taoist shook his head when he heard this, "Ali, ah, Ali, you underestimate me, Emei."
"It's not a secret that you want to break through the realm of earthly immortals."
"This Ten Thousand Years Yin Jade Lotus was taken by my Emei people through their own abilities. It's not that easy for you to take it away."
Ali looked gloomy, "Then what do you want, don't give anything? How is that possible?"
The drunk Taoist narrowed his eyes and said, "It's actually easy to solve. You, Ali, are not famous for your cruel punishments."
"There is also an ancient magic, the nine levels of hell."
"Let this Emei disciple have a chance."
"If you can get through, then of course you won't have to worry about anything. If you can't get through, I'll be presented with the Ten Thousand Years Yin Jade Lotus."
When Ali heard this, he raised his eyebrows. This condition was very fair. He knew his own affairs.
This spell is passed down from Hei Wuchang, an ancient secret spell. It is so powerful that few people can come out of it.
But he would never believe it if Emei didn't know the power of this method.
His eyes fell on Zhuang Wuming and he looked at him carefully for a moment.
He wanted to see what was different about Zhuang Wuming, that he could actually let the drunk Taoist make this suggestion.
After looking at it for a long time, Ali didn't see anything wrong, and his heart moved.
"I can agree to your proposal, but there is a precondition."
"He cannot go in with any treasure that can evade spiritual will attacks."
The drunk Taoist agreed, "Of course."
Zhuang Wuming frowned. He didn't know what kind of medicine the drunk Taoist was selling, but he knew that he had no choice.
There is absolutely no way Emei could harm him at this stall, otherwise he would be disgraced and thrown into the underworld.
"Do they think I will survive this spell?"
Ali nodded when he heard this, "Okay, Emei is really upright, I will accept this bet."
"If he survives the nine levels of hell, nothing will matter. If he cannot survive, the Yin Jade Lotus of Ten Thousand Years will belong to me, and the cause and effect will be settled."
A smile appeared on the drunk Taoist's face, "Okay, speak quickly. Once a word is spoken, it will be difficult to catch up."
His eyes fell on Zhuang Wuming, "You should put away the spiritual blessing."
Zhuang Wuming frowned at this time, but did not refuse.
With a thought, he took out the ten thousand year Yin Jade Lotus, the Golden Jade Lotus, and the Golden Jade Clothes and put them in the space pocket.
Ali looked at Zhuang Wuming and sneered.
He formed a seal with both hands, and in the next moment countless mysterious radiances rose from it.
It was a black-red brilliance, flowing with the solemn power from hell.
The brilliance gathered and turned into a huge and simple portal in front of it.
The scene of the eighteen levels of hell is painted on the portal door.
In the layers of hell, countless sinners are suffering in pain, wailing and screaming.
At this time, the drunk Taoist's voice sounded in Zhuang Wuming's ears, "Your will is as firm as steel. The true face of the nine hells is actually the nine hells themselves."
"When you enter it, you will experience the true torture of the nine hells."
"If you can survive it, your will will undergo a dramatic improvement and reach a new realm."
"You did a good job in southern Xinjiang. You buried a chess piece for me, Emei, in southern Xinjiang. This is what the master specially told me."
"The opportunity is right in front of you, grab it yourself."
After hearing this, Zhuang Wuming realized why the drunk Taoist would make such a suggestion. It turned out that all this was part of their plan.
Ali narrowed his eyes and said, "Please."
"Before the gate of hell, all living beings are afraid, and there will be a hundred thousand sufferings."
The drunk Taoist looked at the gate of hell, his eyes wandering, as if he thought of something.
Zhuang Wuming looked at the pure black gate of hell that exuded a solemn aura, his eyes showing a cold light.
He did not ask why Emei made such arrangements, although the drunk Taoist said it was to enhance his will.
But he didn't feel honored by this forced form.
"The weak are not qualified to refuse the gift of the strong."
Zhuang Wuming thought silently in his heart, his expression calm.
Attributes flashed in the eyes
Spell: Nine Hells
Level: Hell Spell
Function: Connect to the nine levels of hell, allowing the recipient to experience the real hell.
Looking at the name of this spell and the legendary place, he might have a taste of hell today.
Taking a deep breath, Zhuang Wuming came to the gate of hell.
A slightly chilling breath came to my face.
click
With his arrival, the door to hell opens to the closed beta.
Huhuhu
The weird cold wind was accompanied by a terrifying wailing that reached straight to the soul.
"It hurts so much."
"I'm sorry, I was wrong, please forgive me."
"I don't dare anymore."
.....
Listening to these wails that reached straight to his soul, Zhuang Wuming felt an inexplicable fear.
This is an instinctive fear, awe of hell, originating from the body's genes itself.
Lifting his steps and stepping into the gate of hell, Zhuang Wuming felt as if he had entered endless darkness.
When his eyes brightened, he found that he was tied to a copper pillar.
A ferocious-looking ghost officer looked at Zhuang Wuming, holding a pair of pliers in his hand.
The dark pliers were covered with blood, and creatures were tied up on the copper pillars around them.
Almost all of these creatures are human beings, and only a few are humanoid creatures.
One by one, the ghosts inserted the pliers in their hands into the mouths of these figures and pulled out their tongues.
The severe pain made them tremble crazily, a cruel and abnormal world.
The attribute flashed in his eyes.
Location: Tongue Pulling Hell
Function: Anyone who is alive, sows dissension, slanders and harms others, is smooth-tongued, cleverly argued, lies and deceives others. After death, he will be sent to the tongue-pulling hell, where ghost messengers will open the mouth of the incoming person and clamp the tongue with iron pliers.
Pull it out, not pull it out all at once, but lengthen it and pull it slowly.
Zhuang Wuming's heart trembled, and Zhuang Wuming suddenly exerted all his strength, but what surprised him was that all the strength was useless and could not shake the copper pillar chain at all.
The chain made a squeaking sound as it was pulled, but there was no sign of damage at all.
Gui Cha walked up to Zhuang Wuming and grabbed his chin.
He suddenly opened his mouth with the bloody pliers and clamped his tongue.
A heartbreaking pain hit him, making Zhuang Wuming's whole body tremble.