This King of Chujiang wears a crown of beaded feathers, but he has a dignified appearance and a tall height, which is very different from the full face of King Qin Guang.

"No, since my disciple can come here, then it's his own business, and I can take him to hell, which is already breaking some promises. Meng Po shook her head.

"Let's go, let's go directly to the Eighteenth Layer Hell Wheel King, and the rest of the Yan Monarchs must have already had news and are rushing over. Meng Po thought for a moment, and as soon as she walked directly into the void, she disappeared.

Behind him, King Qin Guang and King Chu Jiang glanced at each other, "Brother Dao, this Terran monk is a little extraordinary, a disciple who can make Meng Po value so much, and he did not hesitate to violate the agreement of the year and bring him into this hell, and I also saw it just now, the power of his blood and qi is extremely dignified, but this is just the tip of the iceberg, if you can force out all his hole cards, you can know the true origin of this monk, hmph, Meng Po refuses to say, don't we know how to be flexible?" Although we naturally can't make a move on these monks, but those commanders can, the strength of that monk should be in the half-step Mahayana realm, or even stronger, I'm afraid that the leaders of the first ten layers of hell will not be able to force out his true strength, and after the ten layers of hell, they will see for a moment. “

King Qin Guang said slowly.

"That's right, it stands to reason that Meng Po, as the protector of Huangquan, will not accept a monk as a disciple, there must be something in this that I don't understand, since hundreds of thousands of years ago, after the ancient war, the fairy world and the human world, the cultivation world have lost the channel, we can't return to the fairy world at all, we are different from Meng Po, she is a doppelganger, the real body has long been a god, and the strength has long stepped into the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal, our body is just a heavenly immortal, but because millions of years ago was on duty in this hell, the strength of my doppelganger can't be improved too much, hey, the realm of human immortals, in this cultivation realm, Yin Si realm, That's really a strong man who kills and kills, but once the passage of the fairy realm opens one day, I'm afraid that when I return to the fairy realm, the only effect is to be devoured back into the body. I'm not reconciled. “

"Meng Po is afraid that this is even more so, so this monk is extremely suspicious, let's just test it. ”

Between the words of the two, they turned into a retreat and disappeared into the void.

The third layer of hell.

The wind is howling, the sand is flying, and this place is completely different from the first and second layers of hell.

"How could this be like this, as far as the eye can see. Lin Xuan's body also condensed a Yuan Shield, and asked the blood bones and the green-skinned ghost on the side.

"This is because King Chu Jiang is only in charge of this Iron Tree Hell, and there are sixteen small hells in this Iron Tree Hell, you can see it at a glance if you follow us. ”

When Lin Xuan heard the green-skinned little ghost say this, he didn't ask any more questions, and followed the two of them towards the front.

The wind was howling, and in the wind, I finally saw those yin souls, these yin souls were in the wind and flying sand, and the pits and potholes on the body had been completely eroded, and the skin was already broken, but those ghost servants directly locked the pipa bones of those yin ghosts with chains, and dragged them forward.

The smell in front of it was incomparably stinking, and it turned out to be a huge black pool.

Coo, gurgling.

The ghost servants directly suspended in the void, but they dragged the chains, and those ghosts screamed violently, so these ghosts would not care about the life or death of these ghosts, yes, it was originally the yin souls after death, brush, brush.

The black liquid splashed with hot air, and those yin spirits dragged through this black pool, but the skin outside the body was directly adhered to by the black water in the black pool, and the iron chain was pulled, and these yin spirits screamed violently, and the skin outside the body was directly adhered to and dragged down by the black water, and the skin film was forcibly taken off, and the rest was a bloody body.

Dragged on the ground, the potholes on the ground were all sharp gravel, and the gravel and gravel slag melted into the bloody flesh, but it was the stinging of these ghosts that kept increasing their voices.

"These are three of the sixteen small hells, the storm hell, the gravel hell, the black pool hell, and the quenching hell, the soaking hell, and the golden grinding hell, hey, let's look at it while walking, this iron tree hell, in fact, the real power is the sixteen small hells in front of it, and when the yin soul can hold on to the last iron tree hell, it is almost almost gone, so this iron tree hell is much bigger than the tongue pulling hell and the scissors hell, and the king of Chujiang is the Yan Jun who is in charge of this iron tree hell. “

Lin Xuan followed the green-skinned little ghost and the bloody bones, and really saw the so-called sixteen little hells, which were even more terrible than the so-called tongue pulling hell and scissor hell, those yin spirits were really tortured over and over again, and even Lin Xuan felt a little infiltrating when he looked at it, there was a bone quenching hell, which was to break the bones, and slowly raise them, and then break them again, and keep beating, it turned out to be quenching bones, the golden grinding hell, hey, it was a golden bottle, smashed down, and the yin ghost was directly twisted into a thin piece of paper, and then continued to be dragged forward by the ghost servant。

For a whole few days, Lin Xuan witnessed this tragic situation like this, but there was no wave in his heart, and at the same time, the more he stimulated his Dao heart,

The so-called cultivation realm, the Mahayana realm is strong, and it cannot be said that it is immortal and immortal, if in this life, if you can't step into the immortal realm and become an immortal, then everything is vain, and you will eventually fall or sit down, and then you will also have to go to this hell path, which monk does not have hundreds of lives in his hands, and Lin Xuan does not know how many monks he has killed, at this moment, his Dao heart has been completed, and he will never shake a point.

"Let's go, there is nothing to see in this little hell, let me see how this iron tree hell is" Lin Xuan strode forward, but he overtook the figure of the green-skinned ghost and the bloody bones, and walked forward.

Entrance to the Iron Tree Hell.

The strange flowers and plants have a pleasant aroma.

"This iron tree likes to grow some flowers and plants, I don't know why, I am an iron tree formed, but I like to plant these aliens. ”

The green-skinned imp then picked a spirit flower, and there was a hint of sweet and greasy flavor in the stamen.

"Well, that's right, this rouge orchid, it really smells good, and it tastes sweet and delicious, Lin Daoyou, why don't you try it too?" The green-skinned imp picked another one casually and handed it to Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan shook his head lightly, smiling rather than smiling, "Fellow Daoist, taste it yourself, I don't like this sweet and greasy taste."

(End of chapter)