Among the three souls and seven spirits, the heavenly soul and the earth soul are always outside, and only the life soul lives alone, and the life soul dominates the seven spirits. Now Zixian's seven spirits have been scattered, and his soul has also been severely damaged. At this critical moment, the two souls of heaven and earth seemed to feel something, and quickly returned to their positions, protecting the souls from annihilation.

Zixian's three souls carried a residual divine light, like a meteor falling from the sky.

The rest of the Eight Heavenly Immortals were all embarrassed when they saw this divine light.

"Alas, which immortal has violated the Heavenly Rule and been demoted to the lower realm? What a pity. ”

"Immortal friend, this is a bad statement. This ninth heaven is different from the other heavens, the immortals there are not controlled by any other immortals, so how can they be degraded. ”

"And what is this?"

"I think it's more likely that I will voluntarily go to the mortal world to train."

"But why don't you even have a complete soul?"

"We don't understand the world of immortals, maybe this is the kind of cultivation method that people have."

"Well, that makes sense."

After Zixian's seven spirits were scattered, her divine consciousness was blank, as if the whole world had been disconnected from her.

I don't know how long it took to fall, and Zixian fell heavily in the darkness.

"This, where is this? Who am I? How did I end up here? The soul damaged Zixian was very weak, and he struggled to stand up, trying to look around, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

An eerie voice came from nowhere: "Welcome to the Netherworld." ”

"Difu...... Isn't that where the dead stay? It turned out that I was a ghost. Zixian nodded, calmly accepting that he was a ghost.

"You are not only a ghost, but also a demon who has committed great crimes and killed countless people. I've been in charge of the underworld for so long, and I've never seen a ghost kill so much. An eerie voice continued.

"Am I so bad?" Zixian's eyes widened in surprise, he was silent for a while, and suddenly smiled: "Anyway, I don't remember anything now, whatever you want to make up." What do you want to do with me? A mountain of swords and a sea of fire? Stir-frying? ”

"Bold Mozi Immortal, dare to talk to this god like this!"

"It turns out that my name is Mo Zixian, thank you for telling me. If there's anything else you know, tell me about it. Zixian said earnestly.

"Don't say that God doesn't take care of you, this is your record in the book of life and death, you can see for yourself."

A piece of paper glowing with a faint silver light slowly floated in front of Zixian.

Zixian grabbed it and took a look, only to see that it was written: Mo's Zixian is the reincarnation of a hellish ghost. Treacherous and insidious, ruthless, deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors, mutilating fellow disciples, indiscriminately killing innocents, and committing serious crimes. In the end, he will fall into a demon and never be reborn.

Zixian's heart was shocked, and his hand holding the piece of paper trembled slightly, and he said in disbelief: "This is impossible, how can this be, it won't, it won't ......"

A cold voice said, "How could it not?" That's just the way it is. Mo Zixian, you have suffered countless sins, and the eighteenth layer of hell is no longer enough to punish your evil deeds, so go to the nineteenth layer to repent! ”

As soon as the words fell, a crack suddenly appeared in the ground, and Zixian was pushed down by a powerful force.

After Zixian left, a tall figure appeared in the darkness. After a slight groan, he took out a scroll of crystal clear jade slips from his arms, and wrote "The Book of Life and Death: Shangxian Lu".

Slowly unfolded, and found the section of Mozi Immortal. I saw that the handwriting on it was glowing with colorful divine light, which was extremely eye-catching:

The immortal on the throne falls into the dust,

Amazingly talented, stunningly beautiful.

Wonderful hands and benevolence show the sun and the moon,

Chivalrous and awe-inspiring.

To save the souls of all beings,

The merits are immeasurable.

The avenue above the nine heavens,

Return to the Immortal Class Supreme.

The figure sighed slightly, and closed the jade slip: "Xiufan Shangxian, don't blame me, only blame you for being too powerful." The immortals don't want you to return to the heavenly realm, and no one can afford to offend the little gods. ”

After saying that, he shook his head helplessly, the blue light flashed, and the figure gradually disappeared.

Zixian was suddenly pushed down, instinctively trying to grab something to stabilize his body in a panic. With a wave of his hands, he grabbed something.

It was slippery and sticky to the touch, and it was very soft. Zixian looked at it, and it was a long blood-red tongue! And the owner of the tongue was looking at himself with resentment at the moment.

Zixian screamed in fright and hurriedly let go of his hand.

The body continued to fall, and suddenly felt a biting cold hit me. Zixian couldn't help but tremble and looked around. I saw that the silver-white icebergs were endless, stretching to the end of the sight. Many poorly dressed or even unclothed ghosts crawled slowly between the snow and ice.

The appearance of Zixian caused a commotion among the ghosts, and they rushed over one after another. A ghost who was very close to the Ion Immortal grabbed the sleeve of the Zixian with his claws that had been frozen into a dark purple, and trembled: "I, I'm so cold, give your, clothes, clothes, give me, give me ......"

Zixian glanced at it sympathetically, untied his clothes, and handed it both the coat and the light gauze blouse, leaving only a thin white full-breasted skirt to cover his thin body.

The ghost who grabbed Zixian was slightly stunned, then let go of his hand and said tremblingly: "Thank you......"

Zixian smiled faintly and continued to fall.

She didn't know that just a few days ago, there was also a ghost passing by the iceberg hell, because of his tough attitude, not only was his clothes robbed, but his soul was also torn into countless pieces by the ghosts.

A burst of screams came into his ears, Zixian frowned, and looked at the source of the sound. But I saw a huge pot being burned red, and the dark red hot oil in the pot was boiling and boiling. Several green-faced and fanged ghosts held huge tridents and pressed the ghosts around them into the oil pot one by one. Soon, the ghost who was pressed into the oil pot turned into blood foam, and the soul floated up from the pot. The ghost casts another spell to reshape the ghost body and continues to throw it into the oil pot.

An inexplicable feeling of discomfort welled up in my heart. I can't tell you this feeling, it's not fear, it's not anger, but this emotion is like a stone, heavy, and I can't breathe.

Zixian closed his eyes, covered his ears, and never looked or listened again. However, the terrifying scenes of those ghosts being blown into blood foam have been shaking in front of his eyes, and the miserable wails seem to still echo in his ears.

Why, knowing that they are deserved, but still sad in my heart?

Why, even though the fate of those ghosts has nothing to do with him, he can empathize with him?

I hate it in my heart, but I don't know who to hate, do you hate those ghosts for their cruelty? Don't you hate those demons for not doing good in life? Still is...... Hate this heavenly way ruthlessly?

No, that's not right. How can you hate the way of heaven? There is nothing wrong with the Dao of Heaven, how can the Dao of Heaven be wrong? It's all ourselves who are at fault.

These people must be to blame! I deserve it!

With such a mood, Zixian fell into the place where he was going - the nineteenth floor of hell.

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