On the way, Wang Mu has been thinking, and Zhong Kui has also been thinking.

King Jizo's words are very reasonable, you can't drag your own life into someone else's calamity, if it becomes a stepping stone to someone else's calamity, it will be too wrong.

But it is also a fact that this Wang Mu occupies the Xue family and Jubaolou. Not punishing is a violation of the laws of the prefecture, and it is not appropriate.

I thought about it for a moment. Zhong Kui had an idea.

"Stop"

Suddenly, Zhong Kui raised his hand and stopped everyone.

Looking back at Wang Mu, Zhong Kui squinted his eyes and said, "Since neither the Evil Mirror nor the Sansheng Stone can see your past, then there must be a reason, and your crime will be determined according to the occupation of the Xue family and Jubaolou." ”

"Ah, how can this be determined," Zhong Kui's side was puzzled.

Zhong Kui threw a murderous look at the ghost as always, and said in a rough voice: "It's not for you to decide, what are you anxious about?"

"The little ones don't dare. The ghost quickly retreated.

Taking a light breath, Zhong Kui thought about it with his eyebrows, and waved his big hand: "Bully the weak with the strong, bully the weak, go to hell in the oil pot, go"

"Hehe, Hehe,

The ghosts were happy, and a few looked at Wang Mu with sympathetic eyes.

Only then did Wang Mu come back to his senses and raised his sword eyebrows. He followed without objection.

It's just a hell of a frying pot, and I'm almost done with my current soul body, let's see who is powerful.

After shuttling through the palace lined with dungeons for a while, Zhong Kui, who was the leader, opened one enchantment after another, and everyone walked in.

It's the oil pan hell.

As soon as they entered, everyone couldn't help but shudder and felt an extreme sense of coldness.

An empty darkness appeared in front of him, and there was a huge oil pot in the middle, a bronze oil pot, and there was a dark green stone platform below, the stone platform was carved with formation patterns, and several ghost green spirit stones were inlaid in it. At this moment, there was a rich spiritual power flowing in the carved pattern, and after the formation effected, it converged into the bronze cauldron above.

The pot was filled with a blood-red liquid, like a pot of blood, and the extreme cold qi was the blood coming out of this pot.

The pot of blood was boiling and gurgling.

Wang Mu was stunned, this pot of bright red liquid is so familiar, this taste, this cold breath, isn't it the kind of medicinal juice he used to refine the Soul Absolute Body

"Uh-huh. Wang Mu couldn't help laughing, no wonder everyone is afraid of the oil pot hell, just this kind of medicinal juice. Whether it is a living person or a soul, it is painful to live, and there is no suitable exercise to cooperate with the tempering, that is pure masochism.

But Wang Mu is different, because he has the Soul Breaking Method, this kind of medicine is for him. The pain is a little painful, but it's a big supplement.

If in the past, such a big pot of medicinal juice, Wang Mu was really a little stunned, but now the Soul Absolute Body is already a little hot, even if he enters this big pot of medicinal juice, there is no need to be afraid, even if his cultivation is sealed, it doesn't hurt.

The faint green light made the boundless darkness a little brighter, and you could faintly see a circle of black-clothed people standing dozens of meters away, the black-clothed people who were exactly the same as the hell gate, but the black robe was printed with the sign of the ghost of the underworld.

There are dozens of people quietly surrounding the cauldron, responsible for guarding this oil pot hell.

"Take off your clothes and go in. Glancing at Wang Mu lightly, Zhong Kui said.

"I still have to take off my clothes" Wang Mu turned around, a little frightened.

Zhong Kui rolled his eyes, looked Wang Mu up and down, and after making sure that Wang Mu's clothes were very ordinary and had no protective ability, he said, "It's okay if you don't take them off." ”

"Hypocrisy, you think it's okay to wear clothes, this is the hell of the oil pot, you think you're soaking in the hot springs, besides, there are no women here, what's wrong with taking off your clothes, hurry up and go in, your cultivation has been sealed, after entering, it's good to have a complete soul left." Remember, don't struggle, the more you struggle, the more painful it becomes, hehehehe"

The ghost who took the lead smiled darkly, and the smile was very exciting, as if he was going to watch a live love action movie.

Shrugging his shoulders, Wang Mu smiled indifferently, then stripped in public, stacked a suit neatly, and handed it to Zhong Kui.

"Lord Zhong Kui, please help me keep it, I'll wear it later. ”

"Heh," Zhong Kui sneered, "You don't need it, you think that you can get out of this eighteen-layer hell after you go in once, and the punishment of entering the eighteen-layer hell is time-limited, and you need to endure eight thousand years before you can get out." You feel like you'll be whole by then."

"That's it, boy, don't think about it, don't say eight thousand years, just like you, as soon as you enter, it is estimated that it will melt, and then it will be the soul torment for eight thousand years, and after you come out, you basically don't even know your father, and you still care about clothes" The ghost smiled proudly again.

Shrugging his shoulders, Wang Mu no longer forced, put the folded clothes on the ground, and strode towards the oil pot.

"Master Zhong Kui, when are we leaving" Seeing Wang Mu walking towards the oil pot, the ghost looked at Zhong Kui and asked.

Eight thousand years, everyone will naturally not wait here stupidly.

"Let's see. Zhong Kui said indifferently.

Wang Mu had already stepped on the steps in front of the oil pot, gently raised his feet, and stretched into the oil pot.

There was a snorting sound, and then there was silence.

People stared at each other, but they didn't see Wang Mu's expression of pain and screaming.

Then, Wang Mu went down to the oil pot and sat down cross-legged, leaving only his head exposed.

At this time, the formation on the base of the oil pot accelerated, and a light mask appeared, sealing the entire cauldron including Wang Mu in it, which was to prevent the prisoner from instinctively jumping out of the oil pot because of the painful struggle.

The scene was quiet, and even the petrified black-clothed people around them turned their eyes to Wang Mu.

Strange, so weird.

Under normal circumstances, whether a living person or a ghost enters this oil pot, they will cry out in pain, all kinds of struggles, all kinds of crying fathers and mothers, and then begging for mercy, and then breaking free like crazy, which is simply miserable.

But this kid is too quiet.

People didn't notice that after Wang Mu entered the oil pot, in addition to his head, a layer of icy color began to appear on his body, although the skin of that icy color also continued to fall off because of the destructive power of this medicinal juice, it was much slower than when Wang Mu first began to cultivate the Soul Absolute Body.

The cultivation was sealed, but Wang Mu's flesh and blood automatically flashed with a trace of golden red spiritual power, directly avoiding the meridians, flowing around Wang Mu's damaged flesh and blood, and repairing it quickly.

Even the blood-red potion was quiet and stopped boiling.

The corners of Wang Mu's mouth hooked up a smile of enjoyment, who said that pain can't be regarded as enjoyment

"Boom. Suddenly, Wang Mu's body sank, and even his entire head was submerged in the blood.

As a result, his whole body turned the color of Ice Gloom, translucent, and pieces of ice slag were falling off his body, and then quickly replaced with more transparent and hardened Ice Gloom Flesh.

The medicinal juice slowly seeped into the body, and as a result, the flesh and blood in the body also began to transform, and the impurities in the body were removed, and they were automatically discharged from the body by the spiritual power that was running.

People opened their mouths wide in shock, not understanding what was going on.

"Could it be that the body disintegrated so quickly," one of the demons wondered.

"No, there must be a sound for disintegration, and the rest of the souls shouldn't be so quiet. Another ghost said.

"Is it just going to be wiped out?"

"Ahh

Just when people were talking, Wang Mu's voice suddenly came, which was called a comfort.

Then, everyone's eyes widened, and they saw a translucent, ice-colored head floating out of the blood, leaning leisurely on the edge of the pot, and smiling like enjoyment.

What kind of head is that?

The ice sculpture is general, translucent, and you can clearly see the wisps of golden red flowing in it, which is extremely terrifying.

Wang Mu really felt very comfortable, the Soul Absolute Body has been practiced until now, and the damage of the medicinal juice to ** is already very limited, and the faint pain is a kind of deep soul massage compared to the beginning of the quenching

I inexplicably thought of a lyric in my heart, how many injuries I had to suffer to ignore the pain

Wang Mu is in this state now, he has experienced too many big pains, and this little pain is enjoyment. The service is begging for garbage.

What's more, you can still cultivate when you go to hell, it's beautiful

"Oh my God, this really looks like a hot spring," frowned, and the head of the ghost muttered in surprise.

Zhong Kui also swallowed his saliva, he didn't expect this stinky boy to be so strong

Unable to be calm anymore, Zhong Kui strode over, his figure levitated, and looked into the pot, and the whole person was stunned again.

The pot of blood was much less, and the color had become much lighter, and the boiling state had stopped, and the destructive aura was almost dissipating invisibly, looking like a pool of stagnant water, covered with fine ice chips like scales.

It was as if this devastating blood had been absorbed by Wang Mu.

Wang Mu also closed his eyes beautifully, just as his medicinal juice was almost used up, it was really a godsend, it was a godsend, and he couldn't waste it if he soaked it for a while.

In just a few minutes of soaking, Wang Mu clearly felt the improvement of the Soul Absolute Body, and if it went on like this, it would be closer to the final bottleneck of the Soul Absolute Body.

"What kind of body refining method is this, it's too terrifying, this, this medicinal juice is specially configured for the oil pot hell, this is also"

Zhong Kui felt that the whole person was not good.

"You give it out" After a pause, Zhong Kui suddenly shouted angrily and waved his hand to remove the light mask.

"Lord Zhong Kui, what's the hurry, don't you want to stay for eight thousand years, it's not even eight minutes. Wang Mu closed his eyes and said, with a leisurely voice, it was comfortable.

I am worried that there is no safe place to cultivate, if I stay in this oil pot for eight thousand years and then go out, even if my cultivation is sealed and I can't cultivate, the strength is definitely not what it used to be, and eight thousand years is enough for those enemies to relax their vigilance for the time being.

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