On the fourth layer of the eighteenth layer of hell, the entire space was dark, until Lu Haitang and Shen Qiuci opened the passage to the third layer little by little, and the light shone down from it, like the moment of sunrise, but this light was not as red and dazzling as the sun's rays.

Lu Haitang didn't know how long he had been sitting, until Shen Qiuci picked him up, he slowly woke up, looked at the passage above, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, he was in a very happy mood, and left the fourth floor with Shen Qiuci's shoulder.

The third layer of green water and green mountains, the scenery is so beautiful that Lu Haitang doesn't believe that she is still in hell, but the ghosts who stand in place or fall to the ground and cry confirm that she still hasn't gone out.

"It's not easy!"

Feeling hollowed out......

"Time flows at a different rate on this level, don't touch those flowers, be careful to fall into the most painful memories and not wake up."

Shen Qiuci didn't have any concept of time, and after putting Lu Haitang down, he began to grope for how to reach the second layer, with his tall figure and calm temperament, he couldn't tell that he was single-handedly challenging the Demon Venerable of the entire Huanyu Continent.

Lu Haitang was slightly stunned, looked down at the unknown flowers that emitted a bright green light, the fragrance was extremely unpleasant, similar to the smell of corpse decay, disgusting, and hurriedly stood away.

Perhaps this hell is not yet perfect, and there are no ghosts to punish these souls, countless ghosts wander in the third layer, aimlessly circling in circles, as if they are trapped within a certain range and can never get out of that circle.

Lu Haitang carefully observed those ghosts, there are also those with beautiful faces, and there are also those who are difficult to see, men, women, and children, and some people's souls are still glowing with holy light, which is pleasing to the eye and will not make people feel hateful.

"It stands to reason that only those who go to hell are wicked, why are some souls here so holy? Could it be that this hell is too low-level, and good people can't be reincarnated? ”

Looking at the number of these souls, densely packed, in the boundless three-layer hell, it is estimated that there are millions of souls, and this is only one layer, not to mention the special fourth layer.

Shen Qiuci, who had failed to explore the passage, returned to the original place, and happened to hear Lu Haitang's muttering, and he also had some doubts in his heart, so he stretched out his good-looking big hand and grabbed a pure soul casually, and observed it carefully.

"I see, the reincarnation disk has not been officially launched yet."

Shen Qiuci only guessed after thinking about it that the reincarnation disk had only turned into eighteen layers of hell, and it had not really functioned yet, so that everyone could only enter after death and wait for the reincarnation disk to be officially activated, so that he still had the opportunity to go to other worlds with the help of the reincarnation disk!

This realization made Shen Qiuci excited, let go of the confused soul, and dive into the ground like a needle and thread to perceive the final position of the reincarnation disk.

However, all the black silk threads left the ground and rose into the air, seeing this, Shen Qiuci withdrew his demonic qi and frowned slightly:

"Not on this level?"

Could it be on the first floor?

Then this is difficult, it has taken too much effort to forcibly open the passage between the fourth and third floors, and besides, the passage to the second layer cannot be forcibly opened, and the medium must be found.

Lu Haitang had never seen the reincarnation disk, and he couldn't understand what Shen Qiuci was talking to himself, and he noticed that the aura in the small pond not far away was very strong, so he quickly ran over and stretched out his hand to test it.

Sure enough, the aura frantically poured into the body of Lu Haitang, whose spiritual power was somewhat depleted, and the whole person was refreshed, and the exhaustion and troubles were swept away, and he didn't care about much, so he jumped in directly.

Unexpectedly, he could cultivate in hell, Lu Haitang was so happy that he forgot the hidden danger, and unconsciously touched the lotus flower in the small pond, and fell into the most painful memories.

Her pain was not a life-and-death parting, it was dark all around, as if she was in a coffin, there was a faint smell of blood in the air, there was a voice outside the coffin, it was a woman's grief-stricken cry, and she couldn't get out, there was no aura in her body, and she couldn't open the coffin with her hands and feet.

Lu Haitang calmed down, and finally remembered when it was, this was the first time she died, Xue Long's mother thought she would be resurrected, and she refused to bury her alive or dead, and cried outside the coffin for seven days and seven nights, and finally had no choice but to bury her.

At that time, she didn't know how she was still alive, but she couldn't make a sound, no matter how she struggled, it was useless, and she was forced to be stuffy in the coffin for a long, long time, so long that she couldn't remember the time herself, and finally when her body could move, she slowly crawled out.

This is indeed her most painful memory, because she does not know, and she does not understand what is wrong with her body, and she will not grow old or die.

Lu Haitang sighed slightly, concentrated her sense, broke the illusion brought to her by the flowers of the third layer of hell, returned to the small pond, surfaced, looked at Shen Qiuci who was standing on the shore and observed her, and calmly climbed to the shore.

"Look at what? Aren't you looking for a way to get to the second floor? Got a clue? ”

After using the dust purification, he controlled the fire and dried his clothes, and before he could wait for Shen Qiuci's answer, he looked at Shen Qiuci who was standing by the water and studying the small pond very curiously, but he didn't dare to disturb, for fear of disturbing his thoughts.

Since she can't get out for the time being, this is the best time for her to cultivate, and the spiritual power in her body is also in a saturated state, so she directly gathers her qi into a sword, and strives to apply the hundredfold attack of the second order of Tianque Sword Intent to the Xue Zhai Sword Technique, which is bound to be extreme.

The souls that are closer to the deer begonia all run far away, and the entire third layer is like a cold winter, the more powerful the deer begonia, the lower the temperature, and the thick frost has not been able to go away, plus she did not deliberately control it, and soon it became a world of ice and snow.

The most rare thing is that when Lu Haitang can't lock the enemy's attack well, Shen Qiuci is willing to be her sparring partner, guiding her step by step to resist and lock the target of the attack in many attacks, controlling the damage to the most detailed, can hurt him for seven points, and definitely not hurt eight points.

Unconsciously, in the third layer without the concept of time, Lu Haitang was about to advance again, and when he used the snow impermanence again, he was finally able to hurt Shen Qiuci's fingers, although it was only a skin cut, but if he was replaced by other monks above the fit period, it was estimated that he would not be able to take over the snow impermanence of this full move.

Lu Haitang recovered the chill spread of Xuezhai swordsmanship, and the third layer restored the beautiful scenery of green mountains and green waters, as if it was not affected by Lu Haitang's Xuezhai swordsmanship at all, and the flowers were still blooming so brilliantly.

Shen Qiuci returned to the ground, looking at the blood in his palms and didn't know what he was thinking, the tall figure looked extremely lonely at this moment.

Lu Haitang dispersed the spirit sword, took out a band-aid and came to Shen Qiuci, looking at the wound that had not yet healed, and felt a little strange:

"Why isn't it good yet? Isn't it just a small wound? It doesn't seem to leave too much blood, does it hurt? ”

It's not that I care, I'm just curious, a demon venerable like Shen Qiuci can't heal even a small wound.

Shen Qiuci seemed to understand something, looked at Lu Haitang, who was a little ignorant, and slowly spoke:

"The combination of Tianque Sword Intent and Xuezhai Sword Technique is beyond my imagination, not because of the strength, but because this wound cannot be healed."

Now he is the only demon, and he doesn't know if it is only for the demon clan to cause this kind of unhealable injury, but the strength of the demon clan's body is recognized, and once injured, it can heal quickly, even Shen Qiuci did not expect this kind of unhealable situation.