The second level is the hell of heat and suffering.
Beyond the high crater is a vast red plain that seems to be burning. There is no grass growing on it, and traces of flowing volcanic lava are scattered on the hard rocks.
Far, far away, a group of monks were walking along a huge crack towards the other end.
A young monk named Dingneng, wearing a moon-white monk robe, was walking on the rocks with one foot deep and one foot shallow, but he still couldn't help looking back.
"Brother Dingxin, what was that behind us just now?"
After looking for a long time and still unable to figure it out, Ding Neng took two steps forward and went to ask the brother in front of him wearing straw sandals for help.
It has been many years since I entered the extreme realm.
Compared to Dingxin, who had just entered the Extreme Realm for two days, his cultivation was higher and he was more mature. At this moment, he put his hands together, not affected by the heat, and walked forward step by step.
Hearing Ding Neng's question, he also looked up at the sky and recalled the grand scene just now.
The feeling of the sky and earth suddenly changing color, as if all the colors in the sky were sucked away, is really frightening.
"Amitabha..." He chanted the Buddha's name to calm his mind, and then he sighed, "Look at the direction, the colors are all gathering behind us. I think there must be a fight between the latecomers. But the person who can open such an incredible magic must be very powerful."
“Wow, isn’t that much more powerful than us?” Ding Neng’s eyes began to light up, “I wonder who it is…”
They belong to the Zen sect of Buddhism.
After practicing in the Nineteen Continents, if one dies for some reason, his soul will be transferred here to continue practicing. After a sufficient number of years, he will be reborn into the secular world and join the Zen sect again.
Therefore, Zen Buddhism sometimes specifically arranges reincarnation experiences.
In their view, this "fight for the tripod" has nothing to do with victory or defeat.
What is important is to see the world around you and comprehend the principles that exist. If you can understand some of the mysteries, it will be of great benefit to your future practice.
It’s just that Ding Neng has just arrived and is not old enough, so he is concerned about the fight taking place here.
Ding Xin naturally had no idea who was behind him.
He looked at the skinny old monk walking in the front and smiled slightly: "Maybe the uncle and the others know."
Ding Neng immediately showed a sullen expression on his face.
As soon as he saw his uncle's skeleton-like back from afar, he lost all curiosity. He didn't even dare to run up to him and ask him, for he would be scolded when he got back!
He touched his nose and muttered, "If we walked slower, we might be able to see it."
Dingxin sighed, "If we walk slower, I don't know how far we will fall behind the Snow Region."
It's snowy again.
He must have frowned and was about to retort subconsciously.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a terrifying dark gray gale suddenly blew through the sky above the huge crack beside them!
"boom!"
It was as if my entire ears were filled with the sound of explosions!
If one of them fails to stand firmly, he will be swept into the crack by the wind!
Fortunately, Dingxin, who was standing next to him, was quick-witted and quickly grabbed him, helping him to stand firmly!
"Hua La La..."
The stones at the edge fell down without making any sound.
You will definitely be scared to death and look forward in horror.
That gust of dark gray wind, like a tornado, disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace!
The entire Zen Buddhist group was stunned.
"What on earth was that just now?"
"Did you see it clearly?"
"A gust of wind blew across the plain..."
…
There were sounds in his ears, and he stared stupidly ahead with an expression of disbelief on his face, wondering if he had seen it wrong.
It should have just been a gust of wind, and there should be no one inside, right
I must have just been distracted and misread...
"Brother Dingneng, are you okay?"
After Dingxin grabbed him, she saw him standing there stupidly for a long time and couldn't help feeling worried.
Ding Neng still had a hard time coming back to his senses, and he stumbled over his words: "I just saw a female cultivator standing in that gust of wind."
And she especially looks like the famous senior sister from Yashan.
But I would definitely not dare to say the remaining half of the sentence.
Because when he went to see Zuo Sanqian's small meeting, he went there secretly under the pretext of traveling with his master. If his masters knew about it, they would definitely scold him again.
It had only been a short while, so he still had a deep impression of the scene:
The thick earth seal that Fudao Mountain Man suddenly uncovered, the Jianzhu Sect that was destroyed overnight, the Hengxu Zhenren who stood by and watched, the road to heaven splattered with blood, the axe-wielding female cultivator who stepped into the sky step by step, and the one-man platform that towered at the highest point...
The old scenes suddenly overlapped with the ones just now.
On that day, it was the Yashan Senior Sister who placed her hand on a stage, and a beam of light was projected out, turning the sky of the entire Nineteen Continents from day to night, into a vast sea of stars.
On this day, those mysterious monks whose identities were unknown stole the glory of the entire sky, making the entire Hell of Heat and Trouble pale in comparison...
Is it a coincidence
It will definitely be a little confusing.
He knew very little, but he was very clear that Uncle Lekong, a good man for three generations, was ranked on the second level of the monument only after Senior Sister Jianchou of Yashan broke through the golden elixir realm.
"Hmm, I must have seen it wrong..."
The other cultivators from the Nineteen Continents never entered the cycle of reincarnation. Besides, how could such powerful people die
Ding Neng touched his smooth head, smiled at Ding Xin, and didn't think about it any more.
Instead, the skinny monk at the front was looking in the direction where the strong wind disappeared, as if thinking about something.
The entire second layer of hell continues the lifeless style of the first layer of hell.
And there are always terrifying heat waves that rise up out of nowhere, burning people and making them feel upset.
The gust of wind raged across the wilderness at a terrifying speed.
"Too fast! I can't stand it!"
"Wow, that's fast! Oh my god, I can't even see what's around me!"
"Slow down, slow down, Jianchou, slow down... Ugh..."
…
The little girl, Gu Ling, belongs to the bird-beak tribe and has a windy nature.
As soon as the Kunwudu chariot took off, it was as fast as the speed of light, which made her scream with excitement.
On the other side, Chen Tingyan almost cried out loud. He always felt dizzy when riding in a carriage, so when he was still on the isolated island, he liked to ride horses. If he had to ride in a carriage, it must be skillful and exquisite, and must not be bumpy.
But this Kunwudu chariot is so dangerous that it risks its life once it flies up!
He was nearly blown away, and his face was distorted. The strong wind was like a gangster, trying to strip off all his clothes!
He held the Si Nan Yuantai tightly in both hands, not caring about his appearance at all, and was about to vomit in front of Jianchou.
"Slower!"
“Slow down!”
"I really can't stand it..."
"This fucking awesome Kunwudu chariot doesn't even have a protective formation?"
Jianchou is definitely not having a good time at this moment.
Too fast!
It is so fast that it makes people's souls tremble!
The surrounding scenery was not clear at all. All they could see was a red cloud that immediately stretched into a long line and disappeared completely from around them.
The end of the sky is getting closer and closer!
It was not until this moment that Jianchou vaguely remembered: Sima Languan suddenly appeared just now, and she hurriedly drove away, and it seemed that she had indeed missed something...
But when she saw Chen Tingyan's miserable appearance, she felt guilty and dared not say anything.
Immediately, he hurriedly started searching on the Si Nan circular platform.
The writings on the Si Nan circular platform are all ancient characters. Although Jianchou can recognize them, due to their age, it is difficult to identify them, so he is a little slow.
After looking around for a while, she finally found the most critical position before Chen Tingyan was blown away!
Fufeng formation!
Crane soars with wings!
“Found it!”
Jianchou finally breathed a sigh of relief. He silently recited something in his mind, and immediately formed seals with his hands. He slapped the corner on the Si Nan circular platform, and at the same time turned the handle of the Si Nan spoon on the platform.
For a moment, I only heard a crisp "click" sound, followed by a "pop" sound, as if it was stuck somewhere.
That moment—
“Buzz!”
A clear sound!
Two deep white rays of light, like spread crane wings, leaped up from the two wings of Kun Wudu's chariot!
Crane soars with wings!
The strong wind coming towards us all passed over the white crane's wings and no longer blew directly into the chariot.
The terrifying howling wind stopped, and Zhang Tang's fluttering robes finally fell down. Chen Tingyan, who was holding the Si Nan Yuantai tightly, was as pale as paper, his legs were trembling, and his hands and feet were weak.
When the wind stopped, he was almost moved to tears: "I hate riding in a car..."
Even if it is Kun Wudu chariot!
It can't change the cruel reality that he suffers from motion sickness!
What kind of car is that? Go as far away as you can and die!
The noble gentleman's demeanor had long since disappeared.
Chen Tingyan looked extremely embarrassed.
Jianchou felt a little guilty, so he quickly pulled him up and said with a bit of embarrassment: "After all, this is a new chariot, and I'm not very familiar with it..."
Chen Tingyan finally stood firm and felt like he was standing on a cloud, as if he was flying.
He looked at Jianchou dimly and really wanted to say, "I will never get in your car again." But when he remembered that he had said he wanted to pursue her, he got scared and didn't say a word of complaint.
I can only stomp my feet hard!
"Damn you Pan Hexun! Damn you broken chariot! I'll tear you apart when you're no longer useful to me!"
Everyone was speechless.
The entire Kunwudu chariot is so powerful that it makes people's scalp tingle.
None of them had expected that this thing could run at such a terrifying speed. Now that the problem of the strong wind had been solved, it began to float.
The crane's wings rose into the wind, and the entire chariot flew into the sky, slowing down a little. If you look closely, you can make out the scenery below.
Jianchou only vaguely remembered that he seemed to have accidentally passed through a group of monks just now, and he didn't know whether they were from the Snowy Region Tantric Buddhism or the Buddhist practitioners of the West Sea Zen Sect.
After the battle with Pan Hexun just now, her cultivation level did not decline but improved. She was the one who least needed to rest and recuperate among all the people, so she said to everyone: "I will find the entrance to the next level. You may as well take this opportunity to recuperate and heal your injuries. If you encounter any problems, I will call you again."
"Okay."
Everyone looked at each other and knew that this was not the time to be polite.
The Kunwudu chariot has six sides of protection, and two wings are defending on the sides, so there is no need to worry about being ambushed for the time being.
So the few people who had swallowed the pills before, adjusted their breathing and meditated on the spot, while Jianchou continued to identify the direction, matching the scenery he saw with the map in his mind one by one.
All she needs to do is reach the last level as quickly as possible!
Among the original group of people, Wang Renjie was killed by Zhang Tang, and Li Han, or Fu Chaosheng, disappeared as soon as he came in.
But Jianchou didn't need to worry about his whereabouts, nor did he need to stop and wait.
Therefore, at this moment, we just need to move forward wholeheartedly!
As a result, countless people in the entire Seventy-two Cities experienced the fastest clearance speed they had ever seen in their lives, which could also be said to be the fastest clearance speed in the history of the Extreme Domain Tripod Competition!
Half an hour later, Jianchou drove the Kun Wudu chariot across most of the Renao Prison and successfully found the Renao Prison Warden at the edge and went directly to the next level.
The third level of the Six Paths of Hell, the Hell of Solitude!
What I saw was a scene from the human world.
The long river hangs upside down, and there are some exiled souls standing alone on the river bank, giving people a feeling of depression, as if they are the only one in the world.
At that time, Jianchou drove the Kunwudu chariot and flew over the long river.
I felt melancholy for a moment and thought of Yashan.
But she knew in her heart that this was the "confusing" effect created by the Hell of Loneliness to keep them here, so she was too lazy to stay, let alone compare the scenery here with that of the isolated island on earth.
Kun Wudu chariot roared past!
This time, it only took him a moment to enter the prison. He didn't even get off the chariot. He jumped into the well with the chariot.
From then on, the three levels of hell in the first of the six realms were all passed.
What follows is the even more difficult realm of hungry ghosts.
There were countless hungry ghosts on the ground in the three levels of hell: outer obstacle, inner obstacle, and no obstacle, attacking the chariot. However, after the experience in the first two levels, Jianchou was familiar with the Kun Wudu chariot.
Without even raising his eyelids, he directly summoned out the thirty-six flywheels!
For a moment, the entire three levels of hell in the hungry ghost realm were filled with the screams and cries of hungry ghosts, adding to the misery of hell on earth.
When they found the warden of the third level of the hungry ghost realm, which is the sixth level of the entire hell, they finally ran into a group of monks outside the door.
Most of them were dressed in snow-white robes with hoods hanging behind them.
A few of them were dressed in red with golden patterns, giving people the feeling that they were as solemn and holy as the snow that never melts on the Tianshan Mountains all year round.
The Kunwudu chariot was flying high in the sky. Surrounded by tens of millions of hungry ghosts, it was already splattered with white blood and looked extremely hideous.
Compared with the group of monks below, there is a strangely strong contrast.
Jianchou looked down at them condescendingly and frowned for a moment. She felt that the attire of these monks was slightly different from the monks she knew, and was definitely not from the Xihai Zen Sect.
So…
"Snowland Tantra?"