At this moment, seeing the ghost with the appearance of Ubicha, Dongfang Mo suddenly remembered that back then, he killed the other party in the underground cave.

But he was extremely puzzled, and he didn't know why Ubicha's ghost appeared in the eighteen layers of hell.

And in addition to Wu Bicha, he also saw Gongsun Tu, a disciple of Taiyi Dao Palace who also died in his hands back then.

Then he saw many Blood Clan cultivators, these people looked extremely hideous, but Dongfang Mo immediately remembered that they were all dead in his hands.

Later, he saw the noon boy, the night boy, the blood boy, and many demon monks. He even saw the Dongfang Clan, as well as thousands of Blood Bat Clan monks.

All of these people, without exception, died at his hands.

"Hula......"

At this moment, the ghost of Ubicha was the first to pounce on him, and ignoring the aura inspired by the little white monkey, it easily passed through, submerged into his body, and headed straight for his sea of consciousness.

"Ahh

What followed was a miserable scream from Dongfang Mo.

I saw him holding his head, and there was a clear look of pain on his face. Under the clenching of his teeth, the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and his face was even more distorted by pain.

"Ah...... Yes...... Ah......h

In addition to him, including Qing Mulan, Mu Han, and six other people, all screams came from their mouths at this moment.

If you can see it, you will find that the ghost of the first monk who was killed by them in these lives has penetrated into their bodies and turned into a wave of resentment, impacting their souls and eroding their souls.

And after the first ghost burrowed into their bodies with great resentment, more ghosts swarmed one after another.

"Oriental Ink ...... Oriental Ink ...... I want you to die......"

At the same time, in the mouth of the ghost surrounding Dongfang Mo, there were bursts of terrible screams.

Not only that, the further they go, the higher the cultivation of the people who were killed by Dongfang Mo, and the stronger the resentment in their hearts. After drilling into Dongfang Mo's body, the erosion of Dongfang Mo's soul reached a level that ordinary people could not imagine.

And like him, there are others.

At this moment, everyone rolled on the ground, and all they could do was to hold their heads in their hands and roar loudly, hoping to alleviate the pain in their hearts.

But it didn't help at all, and every spirit that sank into their bodies made their pain worse.

Cultivating to the point where they have beheaded countless people. Countless souls who had died at their hands surrounded them, forming a black frenzy.

Eight people, including Dongfang Mo, were in darkness all around, and they didn't even know where they were now.

All they knew was that when they descended from the tenth layer of hell, they were faced with thousands of ghosts who had been slain by them.

Because there were too many people killed, Dongfang Mo and the others could think that this kind of pain imagined by ordinary people would continue endlessly.

Starting from the second layer of the eighteenth layer of hell to the eleventh layer now, the pain they endured intensified with each level they went down.

The eleventh layer of hell at this moment is the most painful layer for them.

In just a short period of time, some people's hearts have a trace of fear because of pain.

But the strange thing is that when this fear is born, the pain they endure is somewhat lessened.

So two of them tried to release the fear in their hearts, which made the pain they endured more and more lightened. And these two people are none other than Qing Mulan and Mu Han.

The two of them went all the way, because of the assistance of the white monkey, so like Dongfang Mo, they did not suffer any pain.

Now, after tasting the erosion of their souls by a wronged soul, they immediately can't bear this torture.

But they know that there is still fear of the consequences of being released, and that in the end, they will develop a desire to become a Buddha and take refuge in Buddhism.

In the beginning, more than 100 of them stepped into the second layer of the eighteen layers of hell and endured all kinds of sufferings together, and in the process, every other layer, some people chose to turn their hearts to the Buddha because they could not bear the torture and pain.

Only a few of them gritted their teeth all the way to the point where they are now.

It can be said that they can go to the eleventh layer of hell, and each of the eight of them is a person with a strong heart.

The second daughter, who knew this well, immediately woke up. They gritted their teeth, drove out the fear in their hearts, and chose to continue to endure endless pain.

In their opinion, this kind of pain eroded by unjust souls may not be endless, as long as all the unjust souls killed by their lives invade their bodies, the pain should disappear.

At this moment, Dongfang Mo was sweating like rain, and his eyes were red like blood.

The current torture is indeed unimaginable to ordinary people, and compared to the corpse blood poison he endured back then, it is not far behind.

However, after suffering the torture of corpse blood poison, his endurance has obviously improved. Now he was suffering from it, and he could still think about why the souls of the people he killed would appear in the eighteenth layer of hell.

After thinking about it, he suddenly woke up, everything in front of him should be an illusion, or they have fallen into an illusion.

You must know that some of the people who were killed by him were scattered by him, and they were not even qualified to enter reincarnation, so it was absolutely impossible for them to appear in the eighteenth layer of hell.

What's more, the aura that the white monkey has stimulated along the way can block all kinds of torture and pain for him at every level, but this time is an exception.

This is also in line with the many ghosts in this place, which are conjured up by illusion.

Moreover, he could also think that the illusions in this place were born from their minds, so they could remember who each divine soul was.

When he thought of this in his heart, the mana in Dongfang Mo's body was already comparable to the strength of the Divine Journey Realm, and at the same time, the phantom spirit root in his body trembled, and the spiritual light soared.

In just this moment, the unjust souls that rushed around him paused slightly.

But that's all, the next breath these unjust souls continued to rush towards him, and the hideousness on their faces, as well as the fierce light in their eyes, were even worse.

At this moment, the mana in Beihe's body was dormant in an instant, and the phantom spirit root with a surge of spiritual light was also dim.

"Wow!"

I saw him open his mouth and spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Although his Phantom Spirit Root is one of the three major Mixed Yuan Spirit Roots, his cultivation in the Divine Journey Realm, compared to the great power of the eighteenth layer of hell where he is located, is the fireflies and the bright moon competing for glory, and it is simply impossible to break free from the illusion in this place with the Phantom Spirit Root.

Feeling that the pain was not only not alleviated by his clever actions, but also because he activated the phantom spirit root as if he was angered and became more and more violent, Dongfang Mo suddenly opened his mouth and roared out a Buddhist scripture in his mouth.

"All living beings are troubled, and all troubles are suffering. Troubles are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased......"

This passage is the meditation mantra, which was given to him by the Pure Lotus King back then.

After the sound of the scriptures of the meditation mantra was shouted out by him word by word from Dongfang Mo's mouth, the many unjust souls that rushed towards him, the fierce light in their eyes and the hideousness on their faces, actually became a little more relaxed.

Even the momentum that rushed towards him slowed down.

The pain of the erosion of the soul disappeared in an instant.

Under the ecstasy in Dongfang Mo's heart, he immediately sat up cross-legged, and the scriptures in his mouth came out fluently.

Then he saw that the surrounding ghosts became calm, and slowly retreated to the rear, and finally disappeared without a trace.

After reciting the meditation mantra for several rounds, Dongfang Mo finally stopped, and at the same time he opened his eyes and looked around, only to see that the darkness around him had receded like a tide and became cheerful and bright.

Only then did he realize that the place where he was a splendid palace. Now he is sitting cross-legged on a futon in the main hall.

And to his left and right, there were seven figures, sitting cross-legged like him.

These seven people were none other than Qing Mulan and the others who went with him to the eleventh layer of hell.

It's just that these people nowadays all have their eyes closed, and many of them frown slightly from time to time.

"What a powerful illusion!"

Dongfang Mo, who was the first to wake up, couldn't help but be a little scared after seeing this scene. Even his phantom spirit root couldn't resist the slightest, and he still relied on the meditation spell to break free, this kind of illusion he had never heard of.

After glancing at a few people beside him, Dongfang Mo slowly got up, and then looked around the hall where he was.

I saw that there was nothing else in the main hall except for a statue of Maitreya Buddha in front of it.

After looking around, Dongfang Mo came to the closed gate of the main hall, and then stepped forward and pushed the two gates outward.

To his surprise, under his push, the door of the main hall slowly opened, and then a light breeze blew, blowing his long hair flying.

Dongfang Mo was surprised, and looked out of the main hall, and then his eyes widened.

I saw that the main hall where he was built on a mountain of more than 100 zhang, and under the mountain, it turned out to be a prosperous city.

The streets are full of people, accompanied by the sound of noise. All kinds of attic halls and other buildings are neatly divided by horizontal and vertical streets.

"Illusion?"

Dongfang Mo suddenly had a strong vigilance in his heart. He guessed that he had broken free from the previous illusion, but now he was trapped in another layer of illusion.

But then, he dispelled this thought, because at this moment, his cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Divine Journey Realm had quietly broken through to the Dao Breaking Realm.

In just an instant, he realized that this place was the twelfth layer of hell. Because only when he stepped into the twelfth layer of hell could his cultivation break through to the Dao Breaking Realm.

What makes people wonder is that there is no suffering or pain in the twelfth layer of hell, and this place is actually a city.

He did not choose to leave the main hall and step into the city below, but waited here.

At the same time, he also looked at Qing Mulan and the others behind him.

He had a strong premonition that the twelfth layer of hell should be completely different from the layers of hell where he had endured endless pain and torture before.