Yan Luowang turned his head and said: "Please jump down with me. The first layer of tongue-pulling hell is ahead." After speaking, he jumped into the abyss first. Hai Long floated up and followed closely behind King Yama. Suddenly, they came to a place that was completely covered by red light, and everything around them was so gloomy.
"Ah—" A scream caught Hai Long's attention. He turned his head and saw a soul tied to a stone pillar, unable to move his body at all. Two little ghosts stood beside him, one left and one right. Open his mouth, and the kid on the right holds his tongue with something like a pliers. Originally, Hai Long thought that Tongue Pulling Hell was just pulling out the tongue of the tortured soul, but the reality is far from that simple. The little ghost on the right didn't pull out the tongue of the tortured soul directly, but slowly stretched it out. For the longest time, it continued to twist, the scream of the tortured soul had changed, and blood continued to flow out of his mouth. Although it was only a soul, everything was so real. When his tongue was completely pulled out, the white robe on his body was completely stained red with blood. The rest of the souls who were waiting to be tortured trembled and were full of fear, but their bodies were obviously frozen and could not move at all.
King Yan Luo walked up to Hai Long, and was not surprised by the scene in front of him at all. He said indifferently: "Anyone who sows dissension, slanders and harms others will be sent to the Hell of Tongue Pulling. This person's crime is relatively minor. You only need to pull out your tongue three times a day for a thousand days."
Hai Long lost his voice and said: "What? One thousand days? Doesn't that mean you have to pull out your tongue three thousand times? He only has one tongue!"
King Yan Luo said calmly: "He only needs to be punished painfully. In the eighteen levels of hell, everything is just an appearance. Here, if the tongue is pulled out, it can be put back."
Hai Long took a deep breath, only felt the smell of blood on his nose, nodded, and said, "Lord Yama, let's go, I've already experienced Tongue Pulling Hell, I can go to the next floor."
King Yan Luo nodded, and led Hai Long to the edge of Tongue Pulling Hell. With a big wave of his hand, a portal suddenly appeared in front of him. He pulled Hai Long and walked forward first. Hai Long walked behind him, the horrific scene just now kept flashing in his mind, and he thought to himself: The 18th floor of hell really deserves its reputation.
All the way down, after turning a corner, they came to a red world again. A prisoner had just been clubbed to a stone pillar. Under his feet were pools of purple-black blood. King Yama stood still and said, "This is scissors hell. The prisoner should have his ten fingers cut off. The so-called ten fingers connect to the heart." , the pain is worse than tongue-pulling hell." As soon as he finished speaking, a little ghost was already standing in front of the victim with a pair of dark red scissors. There was an extremely shrill scream, and Hai Long clearly saw that the kid cut off the victim's fingers one by one with scissors, not one at a time, but bit by bit, starting from the fingertips. Cutting all the way to the root of the finger, blood splashed out continuously with the opening and closing of the scissors, and the strong smell of blood instantly permeated the entire scissors hell.
King Yan Luo said: "The hell you see is just a corner. Whether it's tongue-pulling hell or scissors hell, what you see is only one percent of it. Every time, hundreds of souls are tortured at the same time. Do you want to continue watching now?"
The muscles on Hai Long's face twitched, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his expression. He turned to King Yama and said, "Are you sure that all the victims deserve what they deserve?"
King Yan Luo nodded and said: "All the criminal laws in the underworld are strictly checked. Those who can come to the eighteenth floor of hell are unforgivable people. There is a possibility of reincarnation."
Hai Long said grimly: "I hope you will remember what you said today. If I find out that any of the victims is not like what you said, I will definitely destroy the eighteenth floor of hell. Let's go to the next floor."
Hearing Hai Long's words, King Yan suddenly felt chills behind his back. He felt terrified in his heart. You know, he is best at ecstasy, and his will is extremely firm, but he still couldn't help being taken away by Hai Long's aura, and he couldn't help but feel a little awe in his heart. . Without saying anything, he directly led Hai Long to the third level of hell.
The eighteen levels of hell are more terrifying than the next level. For example, in the third level of iron tree hell, there are trees with sharp knives on the trees, which are picked under the skin of people from the back and hung on the iron tree, like the copper tree on the sixth level. In Pillar Hell, the little ghosts strip off the clothes of the souls and let the souls hug a copper pillar with a diameter of one meter and a height of two meters. Burning a charcoal fire inside the cylinder, and fanning it continuously, the copper cylinder soon turned red... The expression on Hai Long's face became colder and colder, and the murderous intent on his body became more and more intense. King Yan Luo could clearly feel the huge pressure coming from behind while leading the way, which made him feel out of breath. Finally reached the last floor, which is the 18th floor of hell, where ghost king Fang Ping, Yin king Yin Changsheng, and the remaining nine of the ten kings of the underworld are waiting here. Seeing them, Yan Luo Wang was visibly relieved.
The eighteenth level of hell, that is, the saw hell, Hai Long ignored the twelve kings of the underworld, but looked at the tortured person, and saw that the little ghosts took off the clothes of the tortured souls and tied them to four wooden stakes in the shape of "big". Above, from the crotch to the head, use a saw to saw bit by bit until the whole body is completely separated. Although it is a soul, it is the same as a human being, with all internal organs. It looks like...
Ghost King Wang Fangping took a few steps forward, walked in front of Hai Long, looked at his pale face, and said in surprise: "I really can't believe that someone can see it from the beginning when they come to the 18th floor of hell for the first time. Tail. Your perseverance really makes me admire."
Hai Long turned to look at Wang Fangping, with a wry smile on his face, and then he spat it out with a wow. Fortunately, Wang Fangping quickly stepped aside when he saw Hai Long's expression was wrong, so he didn't get spat all over. Hai Long hadn't eaten since he arrived in the underworld, and what he vomited was just sour water. The strong nausea made him gasp slightly. Although his cultivation has already entered the realm of great supernatural powers, he is only an immortal after all, and it is impossible for him not to feel anything after going through the previous tragic scenes.
The air of chaos moved slowly, and Hai Long created an absolute space on the surface of his body, so that the bloody breath would not come in. He immediately felt a little more comfortable, his eyes flashed coldly, and he said coldly: "Lord Yama, I hope you If you can remember what I just said, you can start now. How can I break out of the 18th level of hell? Tell me. Perhaps, when we meet again in the future, I hope that I will not come because of something in this hell. "
Yan Luo Wang took a deep look at Hai Long, Hai Long dared to threaten him in front of all the kings of the underworld, which made him angry, and said in a deep voice: "The way to pass is very simple, or you can take turns to defeat us ten times without interruption. Two, or, defeat us twelve at the same time. Choose one yourself."
Ghost King Wang Fangping turned his head to look at King Yan Luo, his eyes showed a hint of surprise, originally they had planned, there were indeed two paths for Hai Long to choose, one was that he would take turns defeating all the kings of the underworld, each person could take a rest for one stick of incense, and The other is to rush out from the Twelve Kings. At this time, the method proposed by King Yama is much more difficult. Whether it is defeating the twelve kings without interruption, or defeating the twelve kings at the same time, the difficulty is so high that even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva may not be able to complete it. . He was about to remind King Yama, but he saw a surprised scene. Hai Long nodded and said, "Then let's start. I'll choose the first one. Who should I start with?" He was also very surprised, but in order to return to the Immortal Realm and to test his own strength, he readily agreed. One of the biggest advantages of Primal Chaos Qi is its extremely fast recovery speed. Hai Long still has strong confidence in the wheel battle.
King Yan Luo nodded, looked at Wang Fangping with a sharp look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Ghost King, you should make the first move. Go all out."
Wang Fangping secretly sighed in his heart, but he didn't dare to disobey King Yama's order. With a flick of his right hand, a mourning stick appeared in his hand. King Yama waved his hands, and the scene of the eighteenth floor of hell completely disappeared. They appeared in an empty field, surrounded by a wide area that seemed to have no boundaries. King Yama retreated to the ten kings, and said in a deep voice, "Let's begin."
Of course Wang Fangping knew what his mission was. Since he was coming in turns, his primary goal was to consume Hai Long's mana. He didn't believe that Hai Long could pass the challenge of the twelve kings in turn by himself. Thinking of this, he raised the mourning stick in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Wang Fangping has learned, you don't have to show mercy, we are immortal in the underworld."
Hai Long stood with his hands behind his back, his whole body seemed to be supported by a layer of breeze, his long red hair fluttered back, his face was cold and expressionless, he had seen the horrors of the 18th level of hell, in his heart other than nausea, he was full of love for the hell. Maybe those people are indeed heinous people, but the punishment is too severe, and I must teach the ten kings a lesson.
Seeing Hai Long's cold and arrogant expression, Wang Fangping couldn't help being a little surprised. Naturally, he wouldn't be angry because of this, but it was a little strange. Taking a step forward, he had already arrived not far from Hai Long, and pointed at the mourning stick in his hand. , Ben Hailong's chest hit him, this was a tentative move, he wanted to find out Hailong's reality first.
Hai Long saw that the mourning stick was about to hit his chest, but his body didn't move. When Wang Fangping was startled, the mourning stick in his hand had already been inserted into Hai Long's chest, but as soon as it was inserted, he felt something was wrong, because the mourning stick was completely inserted in the empty space, and there was no physical feeling. There was a faint smile on Hai Long's face. His body was standing half a foot behind the aftermath pierced by Wang Fangping. Seeing the mourning stick destroy the afterimage, his left hand grabbed out like lightning and caught the tip of the mourning stick. , smiled lightly, and said: "Since you are here in the underworld, why don't you leave a souvenir, Mr. Ghost King, thank you very much." Wang Fangping only felt that the magic weapon he had used for many years was out of control and fell into Hai Long's hands.
It's been a long time since Hailong has used the pick-up handle, but today he tried it so handy that he couldn't help showing a faint smile. He had already decided in his heart that he not only wanted to win today, but also wanted to win beautifully. Therefore, he didn't chase after him, but just played with the mourning stick that fell into his hand.
Wang Fangping reacted fairly quickly, when the mourning stick fell into the opponent's hand, he immediately drifted back, and with a swipe of his right hand, a blue fire shadow floated out, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Hellfire." Little blue flames quickly wrapped around Hai Long's body Come on, there was a hint of gloom in the faint blue fire, Hai Long understood that this hellfire definitely did not burn the body, but directly burned the opponent's consciousness.
"Master Ghost King, are you playing with fire in front of me? Then you are playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong. I think the next one can go up." While talking, Hai Long opened his mouth, and two colors of green and red light surrounded him, Like a huge fire net, driven by Hai Long's mind force, it wrapped the ghost king Wang Fangping in it in an instant. Melted by the pure firepower, Wang Fangping was terrified. His hands subconsciously transformed into countless palm shadows and shot them around. The dark green ghost energy kept hitting the fire net, but it still couldn't stop the Taiyi bipolar real fire from Hai Long from shrinking. If Immortal Zhenyuan saw the scene in front of him, he would be able to recognize in surprise that Hai Long's Taiyi bipolar real fire had reached the seventh level, which was only about the same as him. When the fire net was still one foot away from Wang Fangping, it suddenly stopped, Hai Long said calmly: "Master Ghost King, you can admit defeat."
Wang Fangping knew that the other party had already shown mercy, so with his status, he couldn't keep pestering him any longer, so he nodded helplessly, and said, "Immortal Hai Long is worthy of being a leader in the fairy world, I admit defeat."
When the flames disappeared, Hai Long threw the mourning stick back to Wang Fangping, and said with a smile, "Just now, the boy made a joke, please don't blame the ghost king." During the time he came to the underworld, the ghost king Wang Fangping was the one who had the most contact with him. Some favors, so naturally I don't want to embarrass him.
Wang Fangping took the mourning stick, didn't say anything, sighed softly, walked back among the kings, and said to Wang Yin Changsheng, "Old Yin, I can't do it anymore, it's up to you."
Yin Changsheng smiled wryly and said, "Our cultivation bases are similar. If you can't do it, can I do it?" King Yama glared at them, and said, "Before you make a move, your will has already been taken away. You must be tired of being the king of ghosts."