Trapped in a dark cell, Jin Ling has never moved his position since he figured out the situation, so as to reduce the consumption of physical strength.

No matter what emotions came to her mind, she would resist them by silently reciting the visualization mantra of the Yin and Yang Clarity Spiritual True Method.

In a trance, Jin Ling felt as if he had become an ascetic sitting in front of the green lamp, chanting day after day, just seeking inner peace, begging the Buddha who didn't know whether it existed to see his piety.

In addition to suppressing her emotions, Jin Ling also used this method to time, I don't know if it was her illusion, after meditating for twenty-three days, she felt that her body's hunger, thirst and exhaustion were reduced.

Even though her stomach was still cramping, she couldn't hold back herself from thinking about the delicacies.

After reciting the mantra again, Jin Ling felt that her spirit was much better, and after fully adapting to the darkness, her eyes could vaguely see her surroundings.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside.

Da, da, da......

It seemed that someone was coming from far and near, and the pace was very slow, Jin Ling immediately stood up, moved his stiff hands and feet slightly, and walked towards the wall where the sound came.

She pressed her ear to the wall, and the voice grew louder and louder. Jin Ling had an intuition that this voice was coming at her.

Sure enough, when the 'click' sound stopped outside a wall, the wall that Jin Ling was sticking to suddenly disappeared without a sound, and a dazzling light suddenly shone on his face.

Jin Ling instinctively closed his eyes and raised his hand, his eyes were stabbed so sore and tearful, and he couldn't open them at all.

After a moment of habitation, she could only squint outside, and nothing could be seen in the hazy surroundings, except for a lantern hanging in the air.

"Mention the prisoner, pass the hall!" a cold voice came, but Jin Ling didn't see any figure, and the lantern was empty.

After the voice was finished, there was no sound, and then the lantern let go a little, Jin Ling slowly walked outside the wall, there was a narrow passage outside that only allowed one person to pass, there was no end in sight on both sides, the cold wind blew on his face, and the air that was not fresh made Jin Ling involuntarily take a deep breath.

The faintly dangling lantern led the way, heading to the side.

There are still the same black stones all around, and there are some traces of water under your feet, and when the lantern floats forward, there will be footprints and ripples one by one, and there is a 'da-da-da' sound.

Jin Ling's hand touched the wall, not knowing how many people were still locked up behind it.

Jin Ling followed the lantern for a long time, and there was no reference along the way, so he felt like he was standing still, which made people feel depressed and uncomfortable.

Jin Ling frowned, her mind quickly returned to a clear state, if she guessed correctly, there must be some kind of distracting formation here, which can amplify people's negative emotions to the extreme.

Finally came to the end, there was a huge darkness in front of her, boundless, and she couldn't even see whether it was empty or solid under her feet, the lantern let go a little, and before Jin Ling could react, she suddenly felt that she was pushed hard by a cold hand behind her, and her whole person threw herself into that space.

Falling on the hard ground, Jin Ling turned around for the first time, the passage disappeared, and the surroundings were lighting up little by little, and the outline of the entire room and the furnishings in it slowly appeared.

Jin Ling sat up, a little frightened, not even realizing that there was someone behind her.

Jin Ling also had a feeling at this moment, for demon cultivators, being exiled to the Huangquan Realm is really much better than being locked up in the Demon Purification Prison, at least there is still freedom in the Huangquan Realm, as long as you work hard, you can still live, and live well.

But here, apart from darkness is the unknown, and the double torture of body and mind.

But that's far from touching what the Purgatory Hell really looks like.

Jin Ling stood up and looked around, this place was very much like the main hall of a yamen, with neat killing sticks placed on both sides, and in front of him was a long table with tokens on the table, shocking wood and the four treasures of the study.

There is also a plaque on the back, with the words 'righteousness lasts forever'.

"Righteousness?" Jin Ling couldn't help but sneer, there was a lot of ghosts here, where was there any righteousness, it was just bullshit.

When Jin Ling saw the surrounding walls, her eyes shrank, and she found that there were many small characters engraved on them, she immediately ran over to check, and there were all people's names on them, and the names of people followed by a number, and after the number was a place name.

What Jin Ling sees now, the names of the people in front are different, and the numbers behind them are all 'nine, oil pot prison'.

Jin Ling glanced at it a few times, then took a big step to the side, and the number after the name changed to 'ten, Niukeng Prison'.

Eighteen Layers of Hell? Jin Ling's mind flashed, Gong Naoran said that there were eighteen areas in the Purifying Prison, and when she saw this, she immediately thought of the eighteen layers of hell.

But she had been to the underworld, where there were only ten hells, and she had never heard of the existence of eighteen layers of hell in this world.

Jin Ling looked at it a little more and found that the eighteen layers of hell here were very similar to the one she knew, but there were also differences in some places.

However, this made Jin Ling suddenly have a better understanding of the entire Demon Purifying Prison, since there are names and places where they are held, can she find the names of Lu Liangren and Ruan Mianmian?

Jin Ling immediately looked at it word by word, she had no sense, her eyesight was not good, she saw very slowly, and she couldn't see clearly at all in the high place above the wall, and she could only sweep it hastily.

In this sweep, Jin Ling found some familiar names, if it wasn't for the same name, then many demon cultivators from the Yellow Spring Realm were locked up here.

The more Jin Ling looked back, the more he could find some well-known names in the cultivation realm, almost starting from the fifteenth layer, the number of people became smaller, but each of them was a figure who had caused a bloody storm in the cultivation realm.

After looking at the last wall, Jin Ling never found the names of Lu Liangren and Ruan Mianmian, which made her heart sink a little, and she was unwilling to look again from the beginning, especially the names that were higher than those that could not be seen clearly.

Syllable!

The startling wood suddenly shook in the quiet room, startling Jin Ling's heart to a pound.

The killing sticks on both sides also moved by themselves, and they kept knocking on the ground, but from beginning to end, Jin Ling didn't see a person or a ghost, these things were all moving by themselves.

"Demon Cultivator Jin Ling, the killing is heavy, the crime is unforgivable, go to the eighteenth layer of hell!

A majestic and righteous voice came from the hall, and then a bright red token was thrown to the ground.

Jin Ling didn't have any chance to speak at all, saying that it was a court, and it was a direct trial.

The sound of the token smashing on the ground had not completely dissipated, Jin Ling's feet were empty, and the whole person fell, and there was still boundless darkness all around, and nothing could be seen.

The eighteenth layer of hell is the most terrifying place in the Purifying Hell.

She had only seen two names on the walls before, and she was locked up on the eighteenth floor.