It's said that they are running wildly, but in fact, their movements are very slow in the eyes of the delirium, and you can feel that they are trying very hard to keep themselves warm by running fast, but it is too cold here, maybe they really run, and they will soon turn into ice stubble and scatter on the ground little by little.

After a long time, he found that the creatures here were also the same as the creatures in the sea of fire, all of them were surviving in such an extremely harsh environment, their bodies were not frozen into ice lumps because of the cold, but one by one their bodies were covered with pus, and there was no doubt that these pus were frostbite caused by the severe cold.

These frostbitten pus pockets will break because of the movement of their limbs if they are not careful, and pus and blood will flow out of them, but before the pus and blood can drip on the ground, they will directly freeze into ice cubes and attach to the surface of the skin, until after repeating this for an unknown number of times, the ice cubes formed by pus and blood finally can't hang on the body, and then tear their skin and flesh crackling and fall to the ground.

And so on until all that was left of their bodies was a skeleton, and finally turned into a pile of white powder and fell into the snow, and then the karmic winds brought them back to life, and the cycle never ended.

In the following time, fifteen of the remaining sixteen hells appeared in front of Cang's eyes one by one, although he was not tortured by all kinds of torture in them, but the environment of each hell really made him feel unbearable, just the extreme cold or extreme heat temperature was enough to make him miserable.

At first, he didn't know what the Jizo King Bodhisattva meant by letting him go to the bottom in hell, but when he looked at him, his heart gradually sank.

Everyone knows that there are eighteen levels of hell, but all beings who are sent to hell will decide which level of hell they will be allowed to enter according to the depth of karma in the previous life.

However, after looking at it all the way, except for empathizing with the environment of the first seventeen layers of hell, he was not damaged in the slightest, so an extremely ominous premonition came to his heart—he wondered, could it be that his karma was so heavy that he was about to be sent to the Infernal Hell and never be able to be reborn?

Once this terrifying thought arises, even the delirium can't help but faintly give birth to a trace of despair.

He subconsciously looked down at his hands, he could feel that the power of ten thousand laws in his body still existed, but he didn't know if it was because the mana he had been sleeping for a hundred years had dissipated, or because he was in hell and was limited by the rules of heaven and earth, he always felt that his strength in this realm did not seem to be able to exert his strength in the Shura realm.

Cang Yu recalled the day when he fought Kun Xiu to the death, and felt as if time had passed for a long time, far more than a hundred years.

In the hundred years that he was asleep, he had not even had a dream, no consciousness, no consciousness, as if he was really dead, everything was nothing.

But God seems to have played a big joke on him, making him "die" for a hundred years and then "live" again, and the worst thing is that after he woke up, his limbs were sound, his mana was still there, and even his memory was intact.

Cang Delirium couldn't help but ask himself: Can such a complete self really accept the fate of being thrown into the Infernal Hell and never being able to be reborn? Regardless of any painful torture, the mere thought of the wind and annihilation is something he cannot bear.

Thinking like this, he secretly clenched his fists again, a strong unwillingness filled his heart, and at this moment, he had an urge to destroy the Hell Dao at all costs.

The environment in front of him suddenly became blurry, and when it became clear again, Cang Yu found that he was still standing under the Yutan Bora tree, and the golden lotus flower that had supported him for a hundred years was still beside him, but at this moment, all the small white flowers of the tree had withered, and the pure white petals were sprinkled all over the ground, burying the instep of his feet in the petals.

Cang Delirium looked around a little stunned, and found that the Jizo King Bodhisattva and the Divine Beast Di Ting were still beside him, looking at him calmly as before.

"What do you mean, Bodhisattva? Am I ...... Isn't it supposed to go to the Infernal Hell?" asked Delusional, confused.

The Jizo King Bodhisattva did not answer him, but asked lightly, "Have you ever thought about how many lives you will lose at your hands if you really destroy the entire Hell Dao?"

Hearing this, Cang Yu was shocked, could it be that the thought that had just flashed by himself was actually captured by the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth?

As if seeing the suspicion in Cang's heart, the Jizo King Bodhisattva nodded lightly and said, "Just now, your body is full of anger, which is not inferior to the time when the demonic nature erupts, if you are given enough strength, you will surely kill recklessly." ”

Thinking of the countless tortured creatures in hell, thinking of the heart-rending wails and twisted and hideous faces, Cang couldn't help frowning deeply, and said in a deep voice: "The Bodhisattva once said that hell is not empty vows and cannot become Buddhas, and all sentient beings have done their best to prove Bodhi. However, all living beings have a destiny, everything in the world has a certain number, living beings are immortal, evil thoughts are endless, and it is impossible for all beings in this world to become enlightened and become Buddhas.

In this way, the Bodhisattva's ambition is just a good wish, and the most direct way to prevent sentient beings from going to hell is to destroy the whole hell. Otherwise, the suffering of sentient beings in the realm of hell alone is not something that bodhisattvas can have compassion for. ”

The Jizo King Bodhisattva looked at Cang Delirium with a calm face, and after being silent for a long time, he asked, "So...... That's why you want to destroy Hell and commit endless killings?"

The corners of his delirious mouth hooked up a wry smile, and he said softly: "It's too cruel." ”

"What's so cruel?" asked King Jizo Bodhisattva, as if puzzled.

Cang Delirium sighed, "I think it's too cruel to let these creatures with deep karma suffer endless torture in hell. ”

"Oh?" "Oh?" King Jizo's tone changed from confusion to surprise as he asked, "You should know that all the beings who will be thrown into hell are all those who have done many evils in their previous lives, even the most heinous ones, and since they have committed sins, isn't it a matter of course for them to fall into hell?"

Cang Yu shook his head slightly, "I have never been opposed to using violence to fight violence and killing to stop killing, but even in the face of the Demon Venerable Kun Xiu of the Three Realms of Cholera, I never thought of torturing him for eternity. I was forced to fight him a hundred years ago, and all I wanted was peace in the world.

"Since he is the source of the turmoil in the Three Realms, then I will do my best to get rid of him. Maybe my idea is simple, but the simple approach often works. As long as he is dead, the Three Realms will be able to restore peace, and then my goal will be achieved, so why should I use any cruel means to torture him?"