In the eighteen layers of hell, magma is boiling, and the air is unusually hot.

Hu Canglan was tied to the rock wall.

Hu Canglan was covered with scars all over his body at the moment, and his state was extremely sluggish, and he was obviously treated inhumanely.

Hu Canglan can still hear the humming of human pain.

Hu Canglan closed his eyes at this moment, with a hideous and extremely painful expression.

After the torture of this eighteenth layer of hell, Hu Canglan seemed to remember something important.

But he couldn't remember it for a while.

What the hell is going on?

It seemed to be very important, very important, so important that I could not forget even the extreme pain.

Hu Canglan asked himself, but no one seemed to give him an answer.

Hu Canglan began to explore what he had forgotten?

"Where is this?"

"The Eighteenth Layer of Hell!"

"Why am I here?"

"Because of the reincarnation of cause and effect, the cause of the yang world, and the effect of the underworld, he was sent to the eighteen layers of hell."

"What did Yoma do on his own?"

"Too much to kill!"

"Too much sins? Sun? I'm already dead? Who killed me? ”

“…………”

Hu Canglan uses self-questioning and self-answering mode to reflect on his own affairs.

"Causal reincarnation? Monk? ”

“…………”

Hu Canglan seemed to remember some fragments, and the figure of a monk appeared in front of him, this monk was dressed in a white robe, knocking on a wooden fish, looking like a monk.

"Monk~"

Hu Canglan muttered softly.

Hu Canglan's mind flashed the scene of himself being blown away by this monk's punch.

"Ah~"

Thinking of this, Hu Canglan's head felt a sharp pain, and Hu Canglan roared in pain.

But Hu Canglan didn't stop there, he continued to think about it, he saw that after he was blown away by the monk's punch, he fell directly into the endless abyss.

Then he fell directly to his death, came to hell, drank Meng Po soup, stepped on the Nai He Bridge, and was beaten into the eighteenth layer of hell.

Thinking of this, Hu Canglan quieted down, and everything seemed to be calm.

"Are you dead?" Hu Canglan asked himself.

But he didn't know how to answer at the moment, more precisely, Hu Canglan didn't want to believe that he was dead at the moment.

He didn't believe he was dead, and there was a little bit of it.

"I don't believe it!"

Hu Canglan's voice was extremely loud and full of infinite power.

"Click~Click~"

The iron chain that bound Hu Canglan was directly broken by him.

Hu Canglan regained his freedom, and his face returned to calm, as if he had finished shouting the sentence "I don't believe it?" And he saw through everything.

Hu Canglan walked forward calmly, ignoring the voices around him asking for help.

Hu Canglan didn't believe that the eighteen layers of hell were real.

So everything in front of you is fake, so there is no need to pay attention to it, even if it is real, there is no need to pay attention to it.

Hu Canglan walked forward step by step, stepping barefoot on the scorching ground.

The soles of his feet smelled burnt, but Hu Canglan didn't care, he didn't seem to feel any pain, he continued to walk forward.

There is a momentum that will not reach the goal and will not give up.

Hu Canglan came to the center of the eighteenth layer of hell, here was a platform, and there was a blood-red lotus flower in the middle of the platform.

Hu Canglan's gaze fell on the lotus, and there seemed to be something on the lotus that attracted Hu Canglan's attention.

"Whew~"

A faint sound of breaking the air sounded, and a figure appeared out of thin air on the blood-colored lotus.

The figure had a bald head on his head, holding a wooden fish in his hand, dressed in a white robe, and hovering barefoot above the blood-colored red lotus, as if he did not want to be contaminated with dust.

With this monk appeared in these eighteen layers of hell.

The entire eighteenth floor of hell seemed unusually quiet, whether it was the sound of cries for help, or the sound of pain, or the sound of magma boiling.

The monk's gaze fell on Hu Canglan, and he stopped tapping the wooden fish a long time ago.

At this moment, the monk's gaze changed slightly, and it was no longer static, unusually calm.

He looked at Hu Canglan and said, "How did you find out!" ”

When Hu Canglan heard the monk's words, he opened his mouth and replied, "You have too many plays. ”

"Too much play?" Hearing Hu Canglan's words, the monk's face was a little puzzled, "too much play" How do you say this?

Hu Canglan also saw the monk's doubts, and he said: "It's reincarnation again, and it's punishment, how good it is to let me reincarnate directly." ”

Hearing Hu Canglan's words, the monk glanced at Hu Canglan deeply, and then didn't say anything.

The monk tapped the wooden fish lightly, and Hu Canglan found that the environment in front of him had changed.

The environment returned to the beautiful platform, and the monk was still standing not far from him, his face calm, and he continued to tap the wooden fish in his hand, without moving too much at all.

And Hu Canglan himself stood in place, his body did not change much, and even the blood on his body did not dry up.

Obviously, not much time has passed.

And everything Hu Canglan experienced just now was just an illusion created by the monk.

Thinking of this, Hu Canglan's gaze at the monk couldn't help but change.

This is an unusually terrifying existence, unknowingly plunging yourself into multiple illusions.

At first, he calmly said with Buddhism, but then he became angry and angry, and directly came to an angry Vajra, making himself think that he was dead.

If you don't react, you may be really dead now.

The monk took one last look at Hu Canglan and stopped tapping on the wooden fish, which didn't know where it had disappeared.

The monk clasped his hands together, nodded slightly to Hu Canglan and said, "Entrusted by others!" ”

After speaking, the monk disappeared directly in front of Hu Canglan's eyes, as if he had never appeared.

Hu Canglan looked at the empty front, the monk had disappeared, and he looked very stunned at the moment.

The monk just left, and he was worried that the monk would continue to deal with him.

Hu Canglan really didn't expect the monk to dissipate like this, this is really beyond people's expectations.

What else do you say about being entrusted by others, excuses!

But now that the monks are gone, Hu Canglan has nothing to think about.

He walked forward, or continued to walk, and it was more reliable to find a way to leave.

There is nothing else about this platform except for the beautiful scenery of the monk.

After Hu Canglan walked around the platform, he didn't find anything strange, so he stepped up the stone staircase and headed to the next peak.

Hu Canglan stepped onto the stone stairs, this time neither suppressed by the invisible force, nor directly teleported away.

Hu Canglan observed it and found that there was nothing strange about the stone staircase, so he stepped forward.

He kept his guard and continued to move on, after all, no one knew if there was anything wrong with the stone staircase.