Next, Dongfang Mo and the others followed Yuan Di's instructions, holding a hoe from mortal farming, and began to dig in the desert.

Although this task seems to be simpler than building a Star Sea Law Field in the second layer of hell, it is actually a much larger project, after all, they are digging a sea.

And the center of the Sifang Sea excavated by Dongfang Mo and others is the banyan tree that is a few feet high.

In the process of digging the sea, Dongfang Mo's eyes kept paying attention to the people around him, and then he found that the painful color on everyone's faces was much richer than in the second layer. It seems that this Golden Thorn Hell is even more torturous to them than the Fire Hell of the second layer.

It is worth mentioning that two of the more than 100 people present did not participate in their "labor". That was Mu Han, and the old man who was burned by the flames so much that he couldn't recognize his appearance.

Both were seriously wounded, and at this moment they fell to the ground unconscious, so they could not join them.

However, Rao was like this, and the swept golden gravel did not let them go, and after blowing on the bodies of the two, I saw the old man's body twitch from time to time, which was enough to see the pain of this person.

As for Mu Han, he didn't move.

This is actually because Dongfang Mo asked the white monkey to help her.

Fortunately, in the eyes of everyone, it was Mu Han who was already at the end of the strong crossbow, even if it was swept by the golden gravel, she couldn't feel it because her injuries were too serious.

At this moment, Dongfang Mo walked towards a figure not far from the side. It was an old woman with a wrinkled face and frost all over her face.

And she's just leaving.

When he came to Xiao Li's side, he only heard Dongfang Mo say: "Xiao Daoyou." ”

Xiao Li glanced at him, then continued to swing the hoe in his hand, loading the grains of sand into a cloth basket.

And some of them would carry a cloth basket and walk more than ten miles to dump the sand in the basket.

This is because the Sifang Sea they want to dig is more than ten miles wide.

Although she was suffering all the time, making Xiao Li miserable, she was still distracted and said: "Dongfang Daoyou, dare to ask what's the matter!" ”

"In fact, there is indeed a question about the poor road." Oriental ink road.

When he spoke, he still had pain on his face, and this was naturally acted, not wanting to be noticed by Xiao Li.

"Dongfang Daoist friends can ask whatever they want." Apostasy.

So I heard Dongfang Mo continue to speak: "Dare to ask if you are proficient in the formation?" ”

"Formation?" Xiao looked at him puzzled.

Then she thought of something, and said, "Could it be that Dongfang Daoist wants to fight this eighteen-layer hell?" ”

"The Taoist friend is clever, and the poor Taoist is really admired." Dongfang Mo snorted.

When he heard this, he listened to Xiao Lidao: "I advise Dongfang Daoist friends to die of this heart, these eighteen layers of hell are the first treasure of Buddhism, but it is not something you and I can decide." ”

"Humph!" Dongfang Mo snorted coldly, "If you live up to your stubborn resistance, the final fate of you and me and the others will be full of pain and suffering, and they will be beaten into a deeper hell layer by layer." ”

"This pain is nothing compared to the old body when he was ignited with a soul lamp for hundreds of years." At this time, I only listened to the apostasy.

As she spoke, she seemed to be stuck in a memory, remembering an unbearable look from the past.

Dongfang Mo glanced at her in surprise, it seemed that this Xiao Li seemed to have suffered the suffering of being burned in his soul back then, but this had nothing to do with the pain he had to endure here.

At this time, he thought of something, and only heard him quip: "Could it be that Daoist friends plan to suffer in these eighteen layers of hell all the time, and after cleansing their hearts, they can convert to Buddhism, so that they don't have to worry about the Demon Clan's wanted and hunted down for you." ”

Hearing this, Xiaoli looked at him with some annoyance, it seemed that Dongfang Mo thought that she was preparing to convert to Buddhism in order to avoid the pursuit of the Demon Clan.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo was stunned, and seemed to know that his joke was a bit too much.

"Dongfang Daoyou, let's ask another master, the old body doesn't have any attainments in the formation."

After receiving a lukewarm reply, Dongfang Mo shook his head, and then turned around and left.

Next, while wielding a hoe to dig, he was also accosting different people. This kind of flattery of greeting each other with a smile and finding someone to do things has not been tried by Dongfang Mo for many years.

It's just that what made him speechless was that he searched for all the people, but no one was proficient in the formation.

Moreover, after such a long time in the third layer of hell, the cultivation of these people did not increase in the slightest, and they always stayed at the ninth layer of the condensation stage, and it seemed that it was extremely difficult, even impossible, to break through to the foundation building stage.

After some questioning and probing to no avail, Dongfang Mo finally returned to his original place in a huff.

Then, like everyone else, he began to dig the sea here.

However, he did not give up, but released the little white monkey and told the beast to look around to see if it could find a way out.

But in Dongfang Mo's view, there should be little hope in this.

And the further down he went, the more solid the eighteen layers of hell became, and the more difficult it was for him to break free, so he had to come up with a solution as soon as possible.

It's just that throughout the ages, countless people have been sealed to the eighteenth layer of hell, but no one has ever been able to break free. Dongfang Mo didn't think that he was more capable than those Returning to the One Realm, or even the Half-Ancestor Realm cultivators.

As soon as he thought of this, Dongfang Mo couldn't help but feel like a dead heart.

What made him angry was that out of curiosity, he asked Gu Ya a lot about the eighteen layers of hell, and repeatedly asked how the other party escaped, but the old was tight-lipped about this matter and didn't say a word.

Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have had the same headache as he did now.

……

And just like that, twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

For 20 years, everyone who dug the sea has been suffering like a needle prick.

But apart from the incomparably angry in their hearts at the beginning, at this point, many of them have calmed down, and there is even a sense of peace in their hearts.

And this feeling of tranquility is a common state in Buddhism, which allows them to better understand the scriptures.

People have this kind of mentality, but it's extremely dangerous, because it's one step closer to their single-minded devotion to the Buddha.

But the more peaceful their hearts are, the weaker the pinprick pain becomes.

It seems that just like Dongfang Mo speculated, the lower the eighteen layers of hell become, the more severe the test of everyone's hearts.

But no matter what level they are at, as long as they turn their hearts to the Buddha, the suffering will be reduced.

But this point has no effect on Dongfang Mo.

He was silently calculating that it would take a hundred years for them to dig out the Sifang Sea.

And now, only 20 years have passed, and they will continue to suffer.

During these twenty years, the little white monkey did not bring him any useful news. From the beast's mouth, he learned that the desert he was in seemed endless, and the little white monkey tried several times anyway, but he didn't see the edge of the desert.

On this day, Dongfang Mo carried two baskets of sand grains, climbed the dug stairs, and then walked several miles away.

In the past 20 years, they have dug a huge pit around the banyan tree with a radius of two or three miles and a depth of more than 50 zhang. It's just that this is still far from the real Sifang Sea.

In the past 20 years, the monk Yuandi has always sat under the banyan tree, and the location of the banyan tree was deliberately set aside by Dongfang Mo and others, making the banyan tree seem to stand on a mountain peak of more than 50 zhang.

"Whoa...... Whoop ......"

Dongfang Mo climbed a high mountain and dumped two baskets of sand at his feet.

And this high mountain at his feet was dug up and piled up by the people.

Dongfang Mo stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

At this moment, he looked at the sunset in the distance, and there was a hint of fierceness hidden in his calm eyes.

In the past twenty years, even if he has not tasted the pain of the golden thorn, his heart has been smoothed out a lot.

"Hey......"

Looking at the sunset in the distance for a long time, Dongfang Mo sighed, his tone full of helplessness.

This time he was trapped in the eighteenth layer of hell, and perhaps in the end, his result would be the same as everyone else, that is, he lost his original heart and took refuge in Buddhism.

And that's not what he wants. Even if he got out of the eighteen layers of hell, it didn't mean anything to him.

"Huh?"

Just as Dongfang Mo thought of this, he suddenly saw a figure at the end of the desert in the distance, slowly walking towards him.

Because the distance was so far away, he couldn't see the face of the figure clearly for a while.

It's just that judging from his body shape, the other party gave him an extremely familiar feeling.

And when the figure approached, he could barely see the appearance, Dongfang Mo was immediately taken aback, and exclaimed in disbelief: "Gu Suci! ”