After the five old monks came out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the old monk in the middle looked at Yan Yun quietly with his eyes folded and said: "Enter my Hell Dao, enjoy ten thousand sufferings, and suffer ten thousand pains, I will now pass on to you the living hells of the Eight Great Hells!" ”

After speaking, he saw the old monk in his left hand and his index finger lightly tapped at Yan Yun's forehead.

The speed of the old monk's index finger was not fast, Yan Yun was puzzled in his heart, but he didn't do much, when the old monk's index finger pointed at Yan Yun's forehead, there was a "hum", and Yan Yun suddenly lost his vision.

There was darkness in front of him, and in a moment the darkness was blown by a strong wind. There was another "hum", and Yan Yun saw the things in front of him clearly.

This is a blue-gray and inky world, the reason why it is said to be a piece, because there is no heaven here, only the earth, and the ground is connected together, and the end cannot be seen clearly.

There is no grass on the ground, at a glance, there are several lonely stone mountains towering, occasionally, there are pieces of wind chasing by, although this place is not terrifying, but for some reason Yan Yun stood here and felt panicked, as if something terrible was about to happen.

"Where is this?" Feeling the strange atmosphere surrounding him, Yan Yun couldn't help but shudder and asked.

At this moment, a three-meter stone mountain suddenly rose on the ground, and the red flames under the stone mountain rose and burned, and in just a moment, the stone mountain burned out bursts of cloud smoke. The shape of the stone mountain changed abruptly, and a concave stone pit appeared.

Looking at this inner pit, Yan Yun suddenly felt a palpitation, and then he smelled a foul smell, this stench, not that Yan Yun could isolate it by holding his breath, but the stench that drilled into every pore.

Suddenly, Yan Yun felt that his eyes flickered again, and he was actually in the pit in the stone mountain, and the next moment, a stream of heat came from above, followed by a burst of hot liquid poured onto Yan Yun's body.

Yan Yunding saw that what was poured on his body was black and yellow copper juice, and followed the copper juice to find the source, and the source was the wooden barrel of a five-foot evil ghost tilting down at the top of the stone mountain.

This evil ghost is burly, with a large head and no eyebrows, hollow eyes, small pupils like sesame seeds, and muscles on his body.

Before Yan Yun could look at the appearance of the evil ghost again, Yan Yun suddenly felt extremely itchy on his body, and when he looked at his body, he immediately looked disgusted.

On Yan Yun's body, thousands of small insects crawled into his mouth. Then I saw thousands of insects start a hearty dinner.

The little worm first began to eat Yan Yun's lips, then began to eat the tongue, then the pharynx, the larynx, all the way down, the heart, lungs, spleen, small intestine, large intestine, and finally devoured the flesh and blood.

After feeling that the flesh and blood on his body had been completely eaten, Yan Yun broke free from the torment, but he still hadn't relaxed. A gust of wind blew, and the flesh and blood on Yan Yun's body grew rapidly, and it recovered in an instant.

The stench came again, the worm reappeared, and Yan Yun once again experienced the pain just now.

I don't know how long it took for Yan Yun to walk out of the pit of the stone mountain, and the stone mountain disappeared, and this blue-gray and ink-colored world realm was restored.

When the breeze rose again, Yan Yun only felt that the scenery in front of him had changed, and he was actually in a forest, these trees, the leaves were like two-edged knives, and their faces were cold and shining, and they were extremely sharp at a glance.

Suddenly, Yan Yun felt that he was very thirsty, very thirsty, and the moment Yan Yun felt thirsty, sap like clear water appeared on the leaves on those trees.

After swallowing a mouthful of spit, Yan Yun's body could no longer walk into the woods. The next moment, the clear water on the leaves turned into a blade, cutting Yan Yun's body at will. The speed of the cut was slow, slow, but the pain was getting worse and worse each time.

Time slowed down, and when the last muscle on Yan Yun's body was cut off, the blade stopped, but with the breeze, Yan Yun recovered his body again, and was cut again, feeling the pain of drilling his heart.

Suddenly, the trees vanished. The ground suddenly changed, and an iron urn appeared, and before Yan Yun could figure out what kind of thing it was, he suddenly felt that he had reduced the size of the city bean and was packed into it, and the iron urn was pitch black, Yan Yun couldn't move inside, and then the temperature in the urn rose sharply, and the heat rose sharply, and Yan Yun was pressed to the bottom of the urn by a huge force.

Skin, flesh, and hair were fried and turned into ashes, Yan Yun wanted to howl miserably, but he couldn't make the slightest sound, he could only endure it.

Suddenly, everything disappeared again, and Yan Yun appeared in the blue-gray ink-colored world realm with his scorched body in tow.

"What the hell is this?" With a slightly bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, Yan Yun muttered, before the words fell, a huge log came out of the void, and in an instant, it was pressed on Yan Yun's body, and after repeating it for an unknown number of times, suddenly a rope was wrapped around Yan Yun's neck, and the rope was lifted hard, Yan Yun was suspended from the ground, and the feeling of suffocation continued, his tongue couldn't help but want to spit out, and his eyes slowly rolled over.

Just above the blank of Yan Yun's head, the rope broke suddenly, and a nameless fire ignited his body completely from Yan Yun's hair, and after finally surviving the fire, a thick smoke suddenly rose from the ground and poured straight into the seven holes, and when the seven orifices were blackened, pus, bleeding and juice, they stopped for the time being.

Feeling the exhaustion and weakness of his body, Yan Yun almost had the idea of falling to the ground and not getting up, but the ground suddenly changed again, and his feet became a road under his feet, and his feet were walking towards the road uncontrollably, his feet were tired and could not rest, the pain in his knees could not be buffered, and his legs were swollen and had to continue!

When Yan Yun was numb, there was a boom and countless black thorns appeared on the ground, piercing into the skin, into the flesh, into the ears, into the eyes, into the brain, and into the heart.

After the black thorns appeared, Yan Yun was still suffering, all kinds of torture, all kinds of torture, all kinds of suffering, all kinds of things.

Time flies, like a hundred years and thousands of years, like thousands of years and billions of years. The blue-gray inky world realm appeared in front of Yan Yun.

"Is it finally over?" A sentence that has gone through vicissitudes and is extremely hoarse came from Yan Yun's mouth.

"Amitabha!" A Buddha horn came from the void, and I saw a flash of light, and an old monk appeared next to Yan Yun and said: "Wait for the living hell, there are sixteen places, and one mud." Two scoring wheels. Three urns cooked. Four more bitter. Five of them. Six don't like it. Seven were extremely bitter. Eight people are sick. Nine two irons. Ten evil rods. Eleven are black rat wolves. Twelve are called abnormal rotations. Thirteen bitter persecutors. Fourteen are called bowl-headed rubbles. Fifteen Pichi. Sixteen suffered in the air. ”

After speaking, the old monk smiled slightly and asked Yan Yun, "Little monk, have you understood?" ”

(Ask for collection and recommendation, don't let the meat bun vomit blood, okay?) Please! ）