Sixteen pictures of hell, there may be ghosts and ghosts twitching and knocking on the bones; there may be regional black crows pecking at the heart and liver; there may be hot oil covering the body and boiling; there may be tortures involving brain hoops, tongue extraction, and tooth extraction...
There may be giant bees gathering, or ants swarming, or vicious dogs patrolling, or poisonous scorpions lurking, or purple snakes wandering...
Every picture of hell is completely different.
Different environments and terrains, different hell creatures.
The only thing that is the same is that the monks trapped in it will suffer tremendous pain and torture. They will either be tortured or torn to pieces and eaten by the hell creatures. None of them will end well!
These sixteen pictures are simple in style, but they vividly embody the gloom and horror in hell.
Although the martial arts master has not personally experienced many scenes inside, he can still feel the struggle and pain of many creatures inside through these pictures.
It is not easy to leave traces on this hard rock ground, but to be able to make such a picture shows the skill of the painter.
The martial arts master always felt that something was wrong, and there was something strange about this matter.
However, he was thinking about Yan Beichen, and he was confused and couldn't think clearly for a while.
"Is there sixteen different areas in Abi Hell?"
Tianlang also followed behind the martial arts master. After reading these sixteen pictures of hell, he said thoughtfully.
The martial artist himself fell into deep thought and remained silent.
"strangeness."
Sirius walked around the corpse of Emperor Bo Xun before saying, "These sixteen pictures of hell were drawn around the corpse of the old master. Do they have any profound meaning?"
The martial arts deity was moved in his heart, and suddenly asked: "When you first fell here, didn't you see these sixteen pictures of hell?"
"of course not."
Sirius shook his head subconsciously.
The martial arts master suddenly thought of a possibility, and his face changed drastically under the silver mask!
In an instant, his heart seemed to be grasped by a big invisible hand, making him unable to breathe!
The martial arts master was silent for a while and asked slowly: "Then who drew these sixteen pictures of hell...?"
"how could I know."
Sirius replied without thinking.
He has not yet understood the implication of the martial arts deity’s words.
"I drew it."
Another voice sounded, quiet and gentle, neither light nor heavy.
This is not the voice of the martial arts master, nor is it the voice of Tianlang.
In this empty hall, there is a third living person!
Moreover, this voice came from right next to them!
hiss!
In an instant, Sirius felt a chill spread all over his body, and the wolf fur all over his body stood on end. His mouth was wide open, his expression was horrified, his eyes were full of fear, and his whole body was trembling, as if he had thought of the most terrifying thing in the world!
The martial arts master had already expected it, but when he heard the third voice, he still felt a creepy feeling and his heart trembled!
The martial arts master slowly turned around and looked in the direction of the corpse of Emperor Bo Xun.
Sirius also turned his head, his eyes full of fear.
It was just this simple movement, but it was extremely difficult for Sirius to do it. All the flesh and blood in his body seemed to be stiff and unruly.
The withered 'skeleton' sitting cross-legged slowly raised its head, and the long hair on its forehead gradually slid to both sides, revealing a thin face.
This face does not look old. Calculated by age, it can only be considered middle-aged. It has no beard, handsome features, and clear eyes.
Although his clothes are ragged and his hair is unkempt, his face is quite majestic. The first impression is that he looks like a virtuous and eminent monk with profound Buddhist teachings.
The middle-aged man has soft eyes and a smile, which seems to calm people's minds and restore calm.
But even so, Sirius was so scared that his whole body was paralyzed, his limbs were tightly attached to the ground, trembling, his head lowered, and he did not even dare to look at the middle-aged man.
"Old, old, old master..."
Sirius's voice was trembling, and he stumbled over the three simple words.
It was only then that the martial arts master truly confirmed that this middle-aged man was the Emperor Bo Xun back then!
But he never expected that after so many years, Emperor Bo Xun was thrown into the Abi Hell by more than 20 powerful emperors, but he did not die and was still alive today!
When the martial arts master realized that Emperor Bo Xun might still be alive, his first reaction was that Tianlang had set up a trap to lure him here.
But then he thought about it, Tianlang was very resistant and afraid of Abi Hell, and didn't want to come back at all.
Moreover, seeing Sirius' current reaction, one can also infer that Sirius knows nothing about this!
Otherwise, Sirius would not be frightened like this.
Facing the legendary Emperor Bo Xun, a powerful emperor who came back from the dead, it would be absolutely impossible to say that there is no fear in his heart.
The martial arts master is now just trying to stay calm and collected as much as possible.
If Emperor Bo Xun wanted to kill him, he would be absolutely powerless to resist.
Fortunately, the appearance of Emperor Bo Xun does not seem to be as scary as imagined, and is far from the legendary image of the devil.
"You must be Qiqing."
Emperor Bo Xun said softly.
The Demon King of Seven Emotions back then became a weapon spirit. In this life, he was reborn with the help of the body of a heavenly wolf. Emperor Bo Xun saw it at a glance!
"Yes, yes, it's me."
Sirius responded with a trembling voice.
"You just called me old master, which means you already have a new master?"
Emperor Bo Xun asked with a smile, seemingly not angry.
Sirius trembled all over.
Although Emperor Bo Xun was smiling, Tianlang was so frightened that he was about to cry!
"Old, old master, I thought you had fallen, that's why..."
Sirius' voice, with a hint of crying, quickly explained: "If I knew you were still alive, I would never betray you and find another master!"
"nothing."
Emperor Bo Xun waved his hand gently and said with a smile: "You can get a free body and practice practice again. This is your destiny. How can I blame you."
Tianlang was stunned for a moment, the fear in his eyes still not fading at all, he lay on the ground obediently, not daring to move.
"You must be Qiqing's current master."
Emperor Bo Xun turned his eyes to look at the martial arts master and asked with a smile.
"yes."
The martial arts master hesitated for a moment, nodded, bowed and said, "I'm Huang Wu, I'd like to pay my respects to my senior."
"No need to be polite."
Emperor Bo Xun nodded slightly, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and said: "You are able to withstand the power of six desires in the Jidu Sword at such a young age. You are really formidable."
"If Qiqing can follow you from now on, it won't be an insult to his origin."
The martial arts master was stunned.
The Emperor Bo Xun in front of him looked more like a kind-hearted elder, with no trace of cruelty or brutality in him, with soft eyes and a broad mind.
If he hadn't known this person's identity, the martial arts deity would have thought that the person in front of him was an accomplished Buddhist monk!
Sirius lay aside and secretly glanced at the martial arts master, his eyes full of fear.
There were countless things he wanted to say in his heart, but with Emperor Bo Xun standing by, how could he dare to act rashly or even think about it