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Chapter 133-2 Torture

A wave of severe pain spread along his tongue and into his nerves, his brain, and his body.

Poof

The entire tongue was pulled out with bloody pliers until it was completely broken.

Zhuang Wuming was trembling all over. This kind of severe pain was simply unbearable.

At this moment, Zhuang Wuming's thoughts moved, and his unyielding obsession rose in his body.

The severe pain was reduced by nearly half in an instant, and he felt better now.

At this moment, he suddenly froze. His tongue did not disappear. The moment it was torn off, it returned to his mouth again.

At this time, he raised his head and looked at the tongue-pulling ghost. He was holding pliers and started to pull out the tongue again.

The severe pain was non-stop and circulated continuously, and Zhuang Wuming struggled in the severe pain.

Outside the gate of hell, the drunk Taoist watched quietly, and Ali looked confused.

"You Emei are so cruel. Although this nine levels of hell is the easiest among the eighteen levels of hell."

"But those who can survive it are all talented people, and they will definitely suppress one party in the future."

"Even your headmaster can't do it."

"It should be easy for you to kill him. I'm really embarrassed to give me the Ten Thousand Years Yin Jade Lotus for free."

A smile appeared on Ali's face, as if he was convinced that Zhuang Wuming would never survive the nine levels of hell.

The drunk Taoist glanced at him and said, "This person is not from our world, but someone from outside."

"It may be difficult for us to survive the 18th level of hell, but for him, everything is possible."

"It's not certain who will lose or win. You don't have to laugh too early."

"Choose this not only to accompany him again, but also to give an explanation to your underworld."

"Those who can survive the nine levels of hell are talents worthy of being cultivated by Emei."

He didn't hide anything at all, and Ali's face turned cold when he heard this.

"Hmph, I hope you don't shoot yourself in the foot, and just be generous when the time comes."

The two faced each other tit for tat, their eyes falling on Zhuang Wuming, and Ali showed a trace of worry in his eyes.

The three words "outsider" are extraordinary, and he naturally understands the weight of them.

They grew up so fast that they were overwhelmed.

The Emei Killing Sword had such a reputation for killing that he was frightened, even his master.

The legendary Hei Wuchang doesn't want to face this mysterious killing sword.

Just as he was thinking, something changed below. Zhuang Wuming was in pain, and his distorted face became calmer.

He closed his eyes slightly and allowed his tongue to be stretched, but his thoughts were completely integrated into his unyielding obsession.

The erratic and mysterious advanced skills are now exuding a hazy brilliance.

Years are not kept in hell.

Zhuang Wuming didn't know how much time had passed, but the severe pain of pulling out his tongue had long since ceased.

Outside the gate of hell, Ali changed color for the first time.

"How is it possible? In just ten days, he has survived the tongue-pulling hell."

bang bang bang

Amidst several muffled sounds, the copper pillar chain binding Zhuang Wuming broke, and Zhuang Wuming's whole body relaxed.

Slowly opening his eyes, Zhuang Wuming's eyes were clear and his will was extremely clear.

The ghost looked at him in fear. The copper pillar chain broke. There were only two situations.

One is that this person's sins have been atoned for, and the other is that the pain of pulling out the tongue can no longer be endured by this person.

No matter what kind of person it is, ghosts will never approach such people again.

The former is already qualified for reincarnation, while the latter is something only some strong people can do.

Ghost chaps are all shrewd guys and will never let themselves become fools.

Before Zhuang Wuming could recover, his feet suddenly cracked and he fell straight down.

In the darkness, he felt countless chains locking him again. When his eyes brightened, he was trapped on a seat.

Looking around, he saw that on a plain, there were figures tied to countless seats.

In front of every seat stood a ghost servant holding a pair of scissors.

A flash of eyes

Location: Scissor Hell

Function: In the earthly world, if a woman's husband unfortunately dies early, she becomes a widow. If you instigate her to remarry, or make connections for her, you will be sent to the scissors hell after your death, and your ten fingers will be cut off.

!

Zhuang Wuming looked in front of him. A ghost man was holding a pair of large black scissors and looking at him with a ferocious expression.

His hands were tied to the two armrests of the chair and he couldn't move.

Ten fingers were even chained to the armrest, exposing the knuckles.

Gui Cha took the scissors and suddenly dropped them towards the thumb of Zhang Wuming's right hand.

click

There was a crisp sound and the thumb fell to the ground.

Blood spurts

With their fingers connected to their hearts, Zhuang Wuming felt a sharp pain in his heart again.

His body trembled, he took a deep breath, and his will slowly focused on the unyielding obsession in his mind.

Once again, he entered a state of fusion with his obsession, and the severe pain in his body instantly weakened a lot.

Gui Cha frowned when he saw Zhuang Wuming closing his eyes, and then played with the scissors in his hand smoothly.

Start to slowly cut off Zhuang Wuming's fingers.

If it was a single blow just now, now it is cutting off his knuckles with constant grinding.

This severe pain made Zhuang Wuming's whole body tremble, and the pain increased several times.

Outside the gate of hell, the cool official Wang Ali looked at Zhuang Wuming's reaction and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The torture in hell is not that simple. There are countless ways to increase the pain."

The drunk Taoist saw the ghost's movements and said nothing, but just watched calmly.

Time passed very slowly for them up there, but inside the gate of hell, time in hell passed very quickly.

Dozens, hundreds, thousands, or ten thousand times more than Yangshi.

I don't know how much time has passed, but the cool official Wang Ali's face became gloomy, and Zhuang Wuming's face returned to a calm state again.

In Zhuang Wuming's will, the light that represents the unyielding will is becoming increasingly dim.

It is growing like black steel, with a faint black light twisting and turning.

There seemed to be some strange shadow forming in the haze.

I don't know how much time passed, but Zhuang Wuming's face suddenly trembled, and all the chains binding his body broke.

Gui Cha was startled and immediately hid aside.

The sky and the earth were still changing. The sky was empty under his feet, and Zhuang Wuming fell towards the third level of hell.

Poof

His whole body was in severe pain, and he was hung on an iron tree. The countless branches, leaves, and trunk of the iron tree pierced his body.

There was a flash before his eyes.

Location: Iron Tree Hell

Function: Anyone who alienates flesh and blood, instigates discord between father and son, brothers, sisters, and husbands and wives, will enter the Iron Tree Hell after death. There are sharp knives on the tree, which can be inserted under the skin of the person's back and hung on the Iron Tree.

It is surrounded by iron trees and countless lush branches and leaves, which cannot be seen from the ground.

A huge gate to hell appeared in the distance, and a message appeared in Zhuang Wuming's mind.

Only through the Gate of Hell can you leave the Iron Tree Hell.


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