Ling Xiao used the Sutra of Time, and even though Liu Yun and Wang Dao were very powerful, they were still instantly defeated.
boom!
Ling Xiao sat cross-legged on a stone cushion, with a majestic aura of life permeating around him. The light was dazzling and directly formed a powerful life barrier.
"Thank you!"
Ling Xiao smiled faintly at Liu Yun and Wang Dao.
Liu Yun and Wang Dao were so depressed that they almost vomited blood. Although the power of the Time Sutra only made them pause for a breath, a breath of time was enough to change many things.
Not only Ling Xiao occupied the second stone cushion, but Nishang, Wu Xiong and Gao Yang also occupied the third, fourth and fifth stone cushions.
"Long Aotian, you and I cannot coexist!"
Wang Dao roared in anger, gave Ling Xiao a deadly look, then turned around and pounced on the other Shi Pu Tuan.
After all, Liu Yun and Wang Dao were extremely powerful, and they quickly occupied the sixth and seventh stone cushions. Xue Yuan Dan Sheng occupied the eighth stone cushion, and the other stone cushions soon had owners as well.
Only Ji Tian was the most miserable, as he was forced by Ling Xiao to choose the thirty-sixth stone cushion.
Boom!
When all thirty-six stone cushions had owners, the Jade Disk of Life suddenly burst into a brilliant light, vast and ancient, containing a majestic breath of life, as if opening up a mysterious world.
All thirty-six people were shrouded in it and fell into a mysterious state!
boom!
When Ling Xiao opened his eyes, he suddenly came to a strange world.
The sky and the earth were ablaze red, filled with thick black smoke and a strong smell of death, making people feel as if they had come to a land of death.
Ling Xiao was tied to an iron pillar. All the strength in his body disappeared and he became extremely weak. The iron pillar behind him was burning red and branded his back, burning his skin and flesh. A burning smell emanated from it.
The pain seemed to be magnified ten or a hundred times. Even with Ling Xiao's determination, he couldn't help but frown.
"where is this place?"
Ling Xiao was full of doubts. Wasn't he comprehending the secret art of life in front of the Jade Disk of Life? How did he end up in such a place
Is it an illusion
Ling Xiao wasn't sure, but the pain was real and seemed to never end!
"This is the tongue-pulling hell! Hehe, kid, you sowed discord and slandered people when you were alive, so you were thrown into this tongue-pulling hell after death. You have to endure thousands of tortures and endless pains before you can wash away your sins! Open your mouth obediently and let me pull out your tongue!"
A sinister voice sounded, and two hideous-looking ghost officials appeared in front of Ling Xiao. They were filled with a ghostly aura, bloodshot eyes, and cruel expressions.
"Tongue-Pulling Hell? The Eighteen Levels of Hell?"
Ling Xiao's eyes flashed. According to legend, people can be reincarnated after death, but those with serious sins will enter the eighteen levels of hell and suffer endless pain and torture.
The eighteen levels of hell are actually inside this jade disk of life
"That's right! Ling Xiao, you are already dead. You died in the Great Zhou Divine Kingdom's Wuzang Mountain in the Great Heaven Realm of the Divine Realm. You died while trying to comprehend the Jade Disk of Life. The King of Hell has sentenced you to the eighteen levels of hell! This is only the first level, so enjoy it slowly!"
The two ghost officials sneered and came up without saying anything. One of them pried open Ling Xiao's mouth, and the other took out a pair of red-iron pliers, clamped Ling Xiao's tongue and pulled it hard!
The burnt and smelly flesh mixed with blood magnified the pain countless times, making Ling Xiao feel so painful that he felt as if he was really going to die here.
"If this is an illusion, it's too real, isn't it? I practice the Taixu Heart Talisman Scripture and have a treasure like the Wordless Heavenly Book. It's impossible that I don't notice the illusion. Could it be that I'm really dead?"
In that endless pain, Ling Xiao even began to doubt his current situation.
After all, Ling Xiao now has no cultivation at all, and is just like a mortal being tortured by these two little ghosts.
The pain of having the tongue pulled out is so damn painful!
boom!
After Ling Xiao's tongue was forcibly pulled out by the ghost, blood gushed out of his mouth, but a new tongue actually grew out of his mouth. The ghost seemed tireless and stretched out the fiery pliers to start pulling out his tongue!
In this way, Ling Xiao didn't know whether his tongue was pulled out a thousand times or ten thousand times. Even with his will, he could not bear it anymore, and finally he fell into endless darkness.
Really... just die like that
In the darkness, Ling Xiao seemed to see a new world.
It’s still the same world, the sky and earth are dark and filled with ghostly atmosphere.
The only difference was that there were two ghost officers, and Ling Xiao's legs and hands were tied. The two ghost officers held large scissors and had ferocious smiles on their faces.
"Ling Xiao, welcome to the second level of the Scissors Hell! We two brothers will treat you well!"
After saying that, the two ghost officials came up with a grim smile and began to cut off Ling Xiao's ten fingers with a pair of large scissors.
hiss!
Ling Xiao took a breath of cold air!
As the saying goes, the ten fingers are connected to the heart. He is now a mortal, and all his magical powers have disappeared. The broken fingers caused piercing pain, making Ling Xiao's face turn extremely pale.
After his ten fingers were cut off, Ling Xiao's ten fingers quickly grew back.
It goes on and on, the pain drives you mad and it seems like there's no end.
"I'm not dead!"
Although Ling Xiao's face turned extremely pale due to the pain, his eyes became extremely bright.
Because he could feel that there was a trace of life in his body. It was that trace of life that allowed his tongue to grow and his severed fingers to regenerate. But in hell, it was impossible for life to exist.
Ling Xiao has been able to confirm that perhaps these eighteen levels of hell are some kind of test, a test for those who want to obtain the secret art of life!
Soon, Ling Xiao's consciousness fell into darkness.
The third level, the Iron Tree Hell!
The fourth level, the hell of evil mirror!
The fifth level, steamer hell!
…
In this way, Ling Xiao experienced layer after layer of torture from hell. His tongue was pulled out, his ten fingers were cut off, his heart was pierced by thousands of arrows, he was burned to ashes, and he experienced mountains of swords and seas of fire. He was tortured by all kinds of torture, which made him realize the fear of life and the unbearableness of death.
If an ordinary person experienced this series of oppression, he would probably go completely crazy even if he didn't die!
But Ling Xiao firmly believed that all this was a test, or that all this was just an illusion. His tempered heart had never wavered.
Moreover, as he died again and again, Ling Xiao also began to take serious tests. Why are there eighteen levels of hell in the jade disk of life? What exactly do these tests want to tell the test-taker
(End of this chapter)