As soon as Ji Dao opened his eyes again, even if his heart was like him, his face couldn't help but be covered with a layer of clouds!

Eighteen layers of hell live up to its name!

Jidao had heard of the legendary eighteen layers of hell, but the first time he saw this place, it could really be described as shocking.

He stood on top of a dead ground, covered with white bones in various postures and maggots crawling in the bones, which was really disgusting to see.

But and everything, and what is happening, is still not worth mentioning.

Not far away, Jidao saw a man with a frightened face, struggling in the hands of a demon with a blue face and fangs, and limbs as thick and small as a deformed child.

The whole body of the demon is dark green, and the lower half of the body is extremely fat, while the upper body is skinny, and there seems to be no flesh and blood except for a piece of skin on the bone frame.

Looking at the demon's finger, it was twisted at a strange angle as if it had been broken, and none of them were twisted in the same place.

They had six fingers on one hand, and there were no long nails on them, but the nails were blackened throughout, like those dying patients who were already seriously ill.

The demon that had locked up the man had a hideous look on its face, trapping the man beyond his move, and the other could also feel its state from the name of the area.

It held a large pair of scissors about a foot long, and with a strong squeeze of its left hand, it pulled out the fat tongue from the man's mouth.

And then the tongue is stretched and stretched in front of the Extreme...

Seeing that the tongue was pulled to the length of an arm, Jidao's eyes froze, but when he wanted to make a move, he found that he couldn't move no matter what.

The expression on the man's face gradually changed, and he writhed his body wildly, but he couldn't break free from the hands of the demon behind him.

With a click, the man's tongue was cut off, and in an instant, blood was sprayed on the demon holding the scissors.

But it was even more excited, dancing and bathing in blood donations, and then cutting off a small section of its tongue to revel itself.

Looking at the blood-drenched tongue on the ground, it seemed to be beating as if there was still this life, but it was trampled under the feet of the evil spirit!

Then he saw more, more people, men, women, and children, all of them with that kind of expression that life is worse than death, the same process, the same shocking!

The clattering sound came and went, and the men and women couldn't make any sound from their mouths, they just kept twitching, and then their whole faces were contorted into the same hideous faces as those demons.

Gradually, they stopped moving, and collapsed to the ground like dead dogs, tossed aside by the demons.

This scene is even more terrifying than the pool of blood! After all, it was a living person!

Ji Dao had a cold sweat on his head, and he estimated that there were probably no less than a hundred evil ghosts in his field of vision, and they turned their heads to look at him in an instant.

Ji Dao's heart was cold, he couldn't move, so he could only be slaughtered by others.

It was, a voice in his sea of gods remembered:

"Those who sow discord, slander and harm others, and have a flamboyant tongue will enter the hell of tongue pulling, and be punished!"

Ji Dao's heart sank, and now it seems that this regional trial is not just a measure of people's talents, to a large extent, it is establishing values for the trialists through a way of punishment.

But it is impossible for a person to live without lying, and since Jidao has already understood some truths, it is natural that he will not really demand himself exactly according to what hell says.

The Tongue Pulling Hell is right, although sowing discord is only one method, but no matter what the purpose, the extreme way does not want to use such a method.

If he can really do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, then he is not extreme, and the situation in hell here has brought him a shock above his soul, but what hell says, he will only use it as a reference.

If there is, it will be changed, and if it is not, it will be encouraged. That's all it takes.

The hundred evil spirits in front of them rushed towards the extreme path as if they had seen the prey they thought.

"The total amount of individual soul power is about 80% of mine. But this amount. ”

Ji Dao always knew that his strength was not strong, but at this time, Ji Dao realized how many things he had not mastered, and he lacked a soul technique that could cause great damage on a large scale.

With martial arts alone, even if the extreme path can make one move, it will take a lot of strength.

"Hopefully the interval between hells will be enough for me to recover. ”

Ji Dao thought so, and then kicked the first evil ghost that pounced directly away.

With a burst of strange screams, the force of the first evil ghost kicked out directly overwhelmed the evil ghosts, and the overwhelmed evil ghosts chattered and didn't listen, and they didn't need to listen to it, they must be scolding.

As the head of the first demon was directly kicked out, all the evil ghosts rushed up, draining the water around the extreme road, and then launched their attack from all directions.

But the individual's offense is too pediatric for Jidao.

He slammed a murderous demon to the ground, then grabbed its big scissors and stabbed the other demon in the throat!

These demons don't seem to have much more than screaming and whapping with their extremely thin arms.

As expected by the Extreme Dao, no accidents happened, and the demons did not show any special abilities, just like a group of miscellaneous soldiers, when they met a battle-hardened warrior, they were naturally beaten and had no power to fight back.

However, this is still a huge drain on Jidao's physical fitness. Look at the stumps and severed arms all over the ground and the dark green blood of the demons who have dyed the entire black earth green. Jidao also shook his head helplessly, this is only the first layer, and he already feels tired.

Although it is a matter of my own method, it is enough to explain some problems. No matter how you make excuses for yourself, there is still no way to perfunctory anything with your lack of ability.

"Qianxuan should have been fairly easy to pass the first level. ”

Indeed, what Qian Xuan has to do is just release the cold soul power in an instant and then sweep the entire battlefield, the first layer of hell, and then gently send it through.

In fact, in the space outside of trials.

"The extreme path is so slow, it's been so long and it's just passed the first layer, and Qian Xuan has reached the fifth layer. ”

One by one, they are killed with physical fighting skills, and it is strange that they are not slow.

At this time, the figures of Yi Xuan and Youdu also appeared in this special space.

Youlan bowed politely, and then she heard her father, who was also her master, Youdu ask:

"Where do you think they'll be able to break into?"

"Qian Xuan, I estimate that he can reach the seventeenth and eighteenth floors, and as for the extreme path, he can pass the tenth floor at most. ”

Hearing this, Youlan's whole body came over, and somehow, she was always a little curious about the person of Jidao.

"Because I haven't seen him use the characteristics of his abilities so far, although I don't know what the factor is, it's an indisputable fact. ”

"This hell trial is not only physically able, but he is not a physical refiner. ”