"He's not dead. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Two minotaurs wearing blood-red armor, red helmets, and blood-red spears chatted quietly.

"If it were me, I'd rather die. The other shook his head.

In the distance, the two of them saw the rolling crimson mountains with no end in sight, and even after living here for endless years, they had a trace of fear in their hearts.

Because, under that mountain range, there are eighteen layers of hell, and the 'he' in the mouths of the two people has stayed in it for 90,000 years.

If hell only has one blood moon, then in the eighteen layers of hell, there is only blood left.

This is a legend about 'immortality'.

Before asking the sin stone, he tortured himself about everything in his life, in a word: he has no regrets in his life.

The Ten Kings of the Underworld asked him to confess, but he swore not to give in, and finally shook the nine capitals of the underworld and was sent to hell.

'If you enter the eighteenth layer of hell, you will not be able to live forever', because except for the legendary immortals, no one has been able to hold on to it for 100,000 years.

And he, to this day, has been 90,000 years, although he is not a pure mortal, but it is also a miracle.

......

The seventeenth floor, in the stone grinding hell.

The surrounding fog was gray, and the ground was crimson beneath his feet, faintly glowing with blood, which looked eerie.

Jiang Han looked indifferently at the huge blood-red grinding disc in front of him, there were countless gears rotating on it, and there was even a trace of flesh and bones, and next to the grinding plate, a horse wearing blood-red battle armor looked at him.

"You're all familiar, come on!" said Ma Mian.

Familiar with the road, Jiang Han didn't need the ghost soldiers behind him to push, and stepped out, lightly stepping on the gears of the grinding disc.

A blood light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, Jiang Han felt that his body was heavy, and the originally scattered spirit body was integrated into the flesh and blood, as if he had been reborn from death again.

However, he hadn't felt the taste yet, and the gears of the pedal turned slightly, grinding straight away a layer of skin from his newly recovered foot.

Jiang Han felt a pain that penetrated into the depths of his soul and wanted to roar, but an invisible and terrifying force pressed him to death on the huge blood-red grinding plate.

"Snort!"

Layer by layer, the flesh that had just been reborn was worn off by the grinding disc layer by layer, starting from the soles of the feet, like rubbing bare feet on the sand and stones, over and over again, never stopping.

"Click!"

The flesh and skin were worn away, and the bones of the feet were gently kneaded by the gears, and the bottom layer turned into powder, and the blood and bones were worn away like pebbles.

The irrepressible pain eroded Jiang Han's Zhihai mind, almost making him crazy, his arms were bruised, his face was red, but he couldn't let out even a roar.

Stone grinding hell, as the name suggests, grinds people into meat sauce, reshapes the human body and grinds again, and the cycle repeats itself until it is forever or dies.

Starting with the feet, then the calves, thighs, abdomen, and finally the skull.

With his eyes wide open, Jiang Han stared at the two gears rubbing past his eyeballs, and then pressed them down fiercely, with a gentle popping sound, as if something had splashed open...

Jiang Han tried his best to keep his mind clear, because, only in this way, he could continue to live.

Grinding stones, grinding meat, hurting the heart.

The physical body was worn away, turning into flesh, bones, and blood, but Jiang Han's spiritual thoughts converged again to form a spirit body, but his face was much paler, and even cracks had appeared on the spirit body.

There is a kind of pain that does not enter the bone marrow, but goes deep into the essence of God.

"Boy, how long can you hold on? a thousand years, ten thousand years?" the expressionless horse face spoke, he said very little, but he was too 'familiar' with this ghost, and he was also a little curious.

"I'll go back alive. Jiang Han's eyes moved, and he spoke coldly.

"An ordinary contemplation of ideas has made you practice the invincible belief sutra in the world, and I hope you can make your fantasies come true. Ma Mian didn't care about his attitude: "The Bodhisattva of Yinshan said, 'Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha', with you, I don't think this hell is empty." ”

"It is with the Bodhisattva that this hell will be empty, it will be. Jiang Han said in a low voice.

"Let's go, there's another floor!" said the ghost soldier behind him.

Eighteen layers of hell, every day, Jiang Han has to start from the first layer and go through the eighteenth layer without dying, so that he can live one more day, and if he can't bear it, he will die.

On this kind of day, Jiang Han himself doesn't know how long he can carry it, maybe 10,000 years, maybe he will die tomorrow.

"No matter what, as long as you're alive, you have to live well. Jiang Han raised his head slightly, as if he wanted to penetrate the hell where time and space overlapped, and see the 'beautiful' blood moon on the ground.

"Buzz!"

In the dark void mist, ripples and fluctuations suddenly came, and immediately, a space-time vortex formed, and a tall man in black armor stepped out of the vortex and came to the front of him.

"Jiang Han!" The man in black armor looked at the pale young man in front of him who was dressed in a white prison uniform.

"Meet the general!" said the ghost soldiers and horses on the side respectfully

"Ghost army general?" Jiang Han was slightly stunned, and saw the person who came clearly.

The ghost army general is also a high-level figure in the underworld, Jiang Han has been 'mixed' in the underworld for a long time, how can he not know, and he is so familiar with the person in front of him.

"I don't know what happened to the general coming to the seventeenth layer of hell?" the ghost soldier said softly, although his status was average, but he belonged to a different palace from this general, and was not under the jurisdiction of the other party, so he was not afraid.

"Take Jiang Han away!" the ghost army general stared at him.

"Hell recidivists, please show the general the decree of the royal palace. "The ghost soldiers are neither humble nor arrogant.

The ghost army general nodded slightly, and a golden scroll had already appeared in his hand, exuding strange fluctuations on it, and he directly opened the scroll.

There is only a simple line on this golden scroll:

"Sinking into hell for 90,000 years, once ordered to enter the mortal world. - Emperor Song. ”

A dozen simple words, but it seems to have infinite demonic meaning, which makes people's hearts palpitate when they look at it, and their hearts tremble when they look at it, faintly shaking this time and space, making people involuntarily surrender.

"How?" the ghost army general put away the scroll.

"The order has arrived, please take care of the general. The ghost soldier did not hesitate, and with a wave of his hand, the prison clothes that were originally bound to Jiang Han's body had already dissipated, and the original fluttering white clothes appeared.

"Jiang Han, come with me!" the ghost army general said to Jiang Han, and then with a wave of his hand, Jiang Han's whole person disappeared from the place, and the ghost army general left from the time and space vortex again.

...

Hades, in a manor pavilion.

"Meet the general, the general's life-saving grace, I am grateful. Jiang Han bowed and said.

"Get up. The Black Armor General said softly.

"The villain doesn't dare. Jiang Han's voice was suppressed.

"Jiang Han, I told you to get up. The black-armored warlord roared violently.

Jiang Han's body trembled slightly, and he slowly got up, staring at the black-armored general, the burly man in the black armor, exuding a terrifying aura, looking at him with a sad face.

"Ninety thousand years, I didn't save you, do you blame me?"

Jiang Han shook his head lightly, resentful?

After such a long torture in hell, there is no resentment in his heart, and the only thing left is hatred.

"You are innocent, it is the endless sins imposed on you by the palace of the underworld, in the 90,000 years of hell, most of the sins on your body have been wiped out, barely reaching the standard of reincarnation. The black-armored warrior said softly: "I did my best to obtain the reincarnation qualification of Muqiao and Eighth Rank talents for you. ”

"Muqiao?Eighth Rank Talent?" Jiang Han was slightly depressed in his heart.

Reincarnation, according to their own merits and sins, they walked on six bridges: the Golden Bridge, the Silver Bridge, the Jade Bridge, the Stone Bridge, the Wooden Bridge, and the Black Bridge.

Those who walk on the golden bridge enter the heavenly realm, those who walk on the silver bridge enter the noble house of the mortal realm, those who walk on the jade bridge enter the house of the rich in the mortal realm, those who walk on the stone bridge enter the ordinary house of the mortal realm, those who walk on the wooden bridge enter the poor house of the mortal realm, and those who walk on the black bridge enter hell to wash away their sins.

The level of talent determines the aptitude after birth, with the first class being the best and the ninth class being the lowest.

Jiang Han, who had cultivated on Earth for decades and served as a ghost soldier in the underworld for a hundred years, was naturally extremely clear about all this.

The wooden bridge represents a low birth, an eighth-rank bloodline, and a low talent, Jiang Han understands that if he is reincarnated with such an innate condition, it will almost cut off the possibility of his cultivation in the next life to recover his memory.

But Jiang Han also knew that to be able to do this, the black-armored warrior might have done his best, after all, he was a repeat offender in the 'Famous Shock' Underworld.

"Jiang Han, your sins are too heavy, it is difficult to wash away when you enter the eighteenth layer of hell, only reincarnation a few times can you have the possibility of reincarnation, if you can step out of the holy path in the future, you will naturally return to your past memories again. The black-armored general said softly: "When the time comes, you still have a chance." ”

"Thank you. Jiang Han said in a low voice.

Jiang Han knew very well that the black-armored warrior might be encouraging himself, but after reincarnation, his memory cultivation was completely lost, his sins were added, and his talent was eighth, so how difficult was it to step into the holy path?

But Jiang Han understood that if he was not reincarnated, he would probably have to stay in the eighteenth layer of hell forever until his soul was scattered.

The black-armored warrior looked at Jiang Han and sighed in his heart: "Let's go, I'll send you to reincarnation!"

Wave your hand gently.

Jiang Han felt lost in front of him, time and space changed, and he woke up again, and he had come to a river, and the water in the river was rolling, flowing to an unpredictable distance.

In the distance, there is a gray stone bridge, on which countless ghosts are slowly moving forward in the stacking of time and space, and there are a large number of underworld blood-armored soldiers on both sides to guard them.

"Lethe River, Nai He Bridge!" Jiang Han swept lightly, and he already knew where he was.

"I have to send it here. The black-armored general pointed to the front: "Cross the Sansheng Stone, take the Nai He Bridge, and after the normal order, you will be reincarnated." ”

"Hmm. Jiang Han nodded lightly.

"Take this. The warlord spoke, and the original golden scroll appeared in his hand.

"Good. Jiang Han didn't ask much, took it, and when he looked up again, the black armor general had quietly disappeared.

Jiang Han glanced slightly, and walked directly into the ghost team, and the blood armor soldiers who were guarding did not stop him.

When these ghost soldiers saw the black-armored general, they naturally knew that this white-clothed young man had an unusual identity, and they didn't want to provoke him, so they couldn't control anything if something happened anyway.

Step by step, following the ghosts in front of him, Jiang Han came to the bridge, and suddenly felt that time and space were changing, and the ghosts walking next to him and the soldiers guarding seemed to have turned into creatures in different time and space.

On this day, this earth, before his eyes, there was only himself, and that strange stone.

The stone, as if there was a kind of magic that attracted him to look over, and then a scene appeared from the stone, there were mountains, flowers, people...

A child is staggering along, and in front of him is a smiling couple...

A teenager, lying in the grass with a group of friends watching the starry sky, chatting wantonly about the future...

A handsome young man, walking in the mountains and forests, leading a woman like an elf...

Looking at it, the past passed with the wind like smoke, only Sansheng Stone looked at the previous life, Jiang Han suddenly felt that there were tears faintly in front of him....

After 90,000 years of loneliness, he thought he would never shed any more tears, and after the torture of eighteen layers of hell, he thought that there was only hatred left in his heart.

Now, he knows that his heart still belongs to his own softness and persistence, as well as the unstained promise.

"Sit and watch the Sansheng Stone, but the past, forget the present life?" Jiang Han muttered to himself, his eyes returned to coldness, and he stepped out gently: "It's a pity, I won't forget this past, this life, and the next life, how can I forget, how dare I forget!"

As soon as the ripples moved, he had already stepped out of the range of the Sansheng Stone and stepped on the Nai He Bridge.