Ling Xiao cast the Sutra of the Years, Rao is Liu Yun and Wang Dao are strong, or they are on the Tao in an instant.

Rumble!

Ling Xiao sat on the stone futon, the majestic breath of life around his body was permeated, and the light was dazzling, directly forming a powerful life enchantment.

"Agreed!"

Ling Xiao smiled faintly at Liu Yun and Wang Dao.

Liu Yun and Wang Dao's depressed mouthfuls of old blood were about to spurt out, although the power of the years and years only made them pause for a breath, but the time of one breath was enough to change many things.

Not only did Ling Xiao occupy the second stone futon, but Nishang, Takeo and Gao Yang also took advantage of the situation to occupy the third, fourth and fifth stone futon.

"Long Aotian, I am inseparable from you!"

Wang Dao roared angrily, glanced at Ling Xiao deadly, turned around and threw himself towards the other stone futons.

After all, Liu Yun and Wang Dao were incomparably stronger, and soon occupied the sixth and seventh stone futons, the Blood Yuan Dansheng occupied the eighth stone futon, and the other stone futons soon had owners.

Only Ji Tian was the most miserable, and was forced by Ling Xiao to choose the thirty-sixth stone futon.

Thundered!

When the thirty-six stone futons have owners, suddenly the jade of life blooms with a brilliant light, vast and ancient, containing a majestic breath of life, as if opening a mysterious world.

All thirty-six of them were enveloped and plunged into a mysterious realm!

Rumble!

When Ling Xiao opened his eyes, he suddenly came to a strange world.

The heavens and the earth were red, filled with thick black smoke, and the thick air of death was permeated, making people feel as if they had come to a place of death.

Ling Xiao was tied to an iron pillar, and all the strength around him disappeared, becoming weak, and the iron pillar behind him was burned red, imprinted on his back, and his hot skin was opened, and there was a burst of scorching smell.

That kind of pain seemed to be magnified ten times and a hundred times, even with Ling Xiao's mind, he couldn't help frowning.

"What is this place?"

Ling Xiao's heart was full of doubts, didn't he comprehend the secret art of life in front of the Jade of Life, how did he come to such a place?

Is it a fantasy?

Ling Xiao wasn't sure, but the pain was real, and it seemed to be endless!

"Hehe, boy, you sowed discord and slandered others when you were alive, so you were sent to this tongue-pulling hell after death, and you have to endure a thousand tortures and pains before you can wash away your sins! Open your mouth obediently, let me get your tongue out!"

A mysterious voice sounded, and two hideous-looking ghosts appeared in front of Ling Xiao, surrounded by ghosts, and their eyes were blood-red, full of cruel looks.

"Tongue-pulling hell?eighteen layers of hell?"

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, it is rumored that people can be reincarnated and reborn after death, but those who are deeply sinful will enter the eighteen layers of hell and suffer endless pain and suffering.

In this jade of life, there are eighteen layers of hell?

"That's right! Ling Xiao, you are already dead, you died in the Divine Realm Taizhong Heavenly Domain, the Great Zhou Divine Kingdom Musashi Mountain, and died when you comprehended the Jade of Life, Lord Yama sentenced you to go to the eighteenth layer of hell! This is the first layer, you enjoy it slowly!"

The two ghosts sneered, and then walked up involuntarily, one broke Ling Xiao's mouth, and the other took out a branded iron-red pliers, clamped Ling Xiao's tongue and pulled it hard!

The scorched flesh was mixed with blood, and the pain was magnified countless times, making Ling Xiao die of pain for a while, feeling as if he was really going to die here.

"If this is an illusion, it's too real, right? I cultivate too much of a humble talisman scripture, and there are such treasures as the wordless heavenly book, it's impossible not to detect the illusion, could it be that I'm really dead?"

In the midst of that endless pain, Ling Xiao even began to doubt his current situation.

After all, Ling Xiao didn't have the slightest cultivation now, just like a mortal, being tortured by these two little ghosts.

This pain of pulling out the tongue really hurts!

Bang!

After Ling Xiao's tongue was pulled out by the ghost, the blood in his mouth spurted wildly, but a new tongue grew out of his mouth, and the ghost seemed to be tireless, and stretched out the fiery red pliers and began to pull out his tongue!

In this way, Ling Xiao didn't know if his tongue had been pulled out a thousand times or ten thousand times, even with his will, he couldn't bear it, and finally fell into endless darkness.

It's true...... Is it just dead?

In the darkness, Ling Xiao seemed to see a new world.

It's still the same world, the heavens and the earth are dark, and the ghosts are full of ghosts.

It's just that the difference is that after changing the two ghosts, Ling Xiao was tied with his legs and hands, and the two ghosts were holding big scissors with hideous smiles on their faces.

"Ling Xiao, welcome to the second layer of scissors hell!

After finishing speaking, the two ghosts walked up with a cruel smile and began to cut off Ling Xiao's ten fingers with big scissors.

Hiss!

Ling Xiao gasped!

As the so-called Ten Fingers Connect Heart, he is now a mortal body, and all the magical means on his body have disappeared, and the pain of drilling the heart came from the place where the ten fingers were broken, making Ling Xiao's face extremely pale.

After the ten fingers were cut off, Ling Xiao's ten fingers quickly grew out again.

Cycle after cycle, the pain is maddening, as if there is no end.

"I'm not dead!"

Although Ling Xiao's face was extremely pale from pain, his eyes were incomparably brighter.

Because he can perceive that there is a trace of life in his body, and it is that vitality that allows his tongue to grow, and his severed finger to be reborn, and in hell, there can be no life.

Ling Xiao had already been able to determine that maybe this eighteen-layer hell was some kind of test, a test to obtain the secret art of life!

Soon, Ling Xiao's consciousness fell into darkness.

The third layer, Iron Tree Hell!

The fourth layer, the Mirror Hell!

The fifth floor, steamer hell!

......

In this way, Ling Xiao experienced layer after layer of hell torture, his tongue was pulled out, his ten fingers were cut off, his heart was pierced by ten thousand arrows, he was burned to ashes, he experienced the torture of swords, fire, and various tortures, which made him realize the fear of life and the unbearable death.

If an ordinary person has experienced this series of oppression, I am afraid that even if he does not die, he will go completely crazy!

But Ling Xiao firmly believed that all this was a test, or that all this was just an illusion, and his tempered heart had never wavered.

Moreover, as he died again and again, Ling Xiao was also beginning a serious test, why are there eighteen layers of hell in the jade of life, and what do these tests tell the tester?