"Brother, tongs, leave this matter to us!"

A steel-forked imp patted his chest and assured the pincer imp.

And the other steel fork imp, even more nonsense, walked to the tiger chair, pinched Tang San's chin with his left hand, picked up the steel fork with his right hand, and prepared to pry Tang San's mouth open with the steel fork.

"Hmm... Don't!"

Seeing that this steel fork imp was about to pry his mouth open with a steel fork with a barb in his hand, Tang San was terrified, this is also what people do?

By the way, these green-skinned imps are not human beings at all!

"Don't? 桀桀~! If you don't want it, you have to ask for it!"

With a strange laugh, the steel fork imp not only didn't put down the steel fork in his hand, but poked it in his hand, and the steel fork smashed into Tang San's mouth.

"Puff ——!"

Blood splattered, the pain of piercing the heart came, and Tang San couldn't help but wail.

The steel fork imp pried open Tang San's mouth, and another steel fork imp immediately stepped forward, and the two steel fork imps pinched Tang San's upper and lower jaws respectively to prevent him from closing.

"Jie Ji ——!"

The two steel-forked imps broke Tang San's mouth, and the pincer imp laughed, and quickly handed the pliers in his hand in, pinching Tang San's tongue accurately.

「！！！」

His tongue was caught by the pliers of the pincer ghost, Tang San's pupils immediately constricted, and he didn't care about the injury on his mouth, and began to struggle hard.

"Jie Ji ——!"

With a strange laugh, the pincer imp clamped Tang San's tongue and began to slowly pull it out.

And at this time, the two steel fork imps broke his mouth and didn't let him close, he didn't even have the ability to bite off his tongue, so he could only struggle to bear the pain of pulling his tongue.

I don't know how long it took, when Tang San's tongue was pulled out of his mouth three times and three inches, with a "touch-" sound, the entire tongue was finally pulled out by the tongue pulling out the little ghost, and even the root of the tongue was pulled out.

Although his tongue had been pulled out, Tang San didn't feel pity at all, because the hell of tongue pulling was over, and he didn't need to bear this inhuman pain.

Losing his tongue was a relief for Tang San at this time!

"Jie Ji ——!"

Unlike Tang San, who had been liberated, after the tongue pulling out the little ghost pulled out Tang San's tongue, the four little ghosts all looked up and laughed.

With the strange laughter of the four green-skinned imps, the space began to change, and the vision was blurred.

When Tang San was able to see the scenery in his sight clearly, he found that he seemed to have returned to the time when he had just come to the Tongue Pulling Hell before.

It's still four green-skinned imps, it's still a tiger chair, the tongue that was pulled out before is still there, and the mouth that was punctured by the steel fork imp with a steel fork is no longer injured.

"Wait, Scissors Hell?"

Suddenly, Tang San found a huge stone tablet not far behind the four green-skinned imps, which was no longer engraved with 'Tongue Pulling Hell, Four Characters, but Scissors Hell!'

And the four green-skinned imps, the chain imps have not changed, but the two steel fork imps have been replaced by unknown torture instruments composed of ropes and small wooden sticks hanging from their waists, and the pliers imps have also been replaced by scissors imps.

What Tang San didn't know was that the two unknown imps with ropes and small wooden sticks hanging from their waists were called Imps.

The hammer hanging from his waist is used to clamp his fingers. ….

Just when Tang San was a little at a loss, why he had passed the hell of pulling out his tongue, not to be relieved, but to enter the scissors hell, the chain imp began to push Tang San onto the tiger chair.

The little ghost in the eighteen hells was infinitely powerful, and it was not something that Tang San could resist, so soon, Tang San was locked on the tiger chair by the chain imp again.

Then, the two imps took off the hammers hanging from their waists, put them on Tang San's hands, and began to pump hard.

"Ah——!h

Suddenly, the intense pain that came from between his ten fingers immediately made Tang San can't help but scream.

Seeing that everything was ready, the scissor imp waited for himself to play, and immediately picked up the big scissors pinned to his waist and began to gesture at Tang San's ten fingers.

"Click—" The scissors snapped together, blood bloomed, and a finger fell.

"Ah——!h

Now, the wail, which sounded even more miserable than before, resounded through the scissors hell.

When the tongue was pulled out of hell, the tongue was clamped by the tongue pulling ghost, and the mouth was broken by the steel fork ghost, no matter how painful it was, Tang San couldn't call it out.

But in Scissors Hell was different, Tang San could wail wantonly, but for the four green-skinned imps, the worse Tang San screamed, the more excited they became?

What's worse is that in the scissors hell, every finger cut off by the victim doubles the sensitivity of both hands to pain.

Although it is not doubling and doubling like 2486, but doubling each time it is increased, it is not something that ordinary people can afford.

The greatest characteristic of the eighteen hells is that the greater the suffering, the more awake the senses, and the tortured person has an immortal body.

Otherwise, as long as you are still an individual, you will not be able to complete the entire process of the eighteen hells.

......

What Tang San didn't know was that in the eighteen hells, in addition to him and a few green-skinned imps, there was also a figure watching silently in mid-air.

It's just that this figure is in a state of invisibility, and he can't find it.

'Tsk~, I can't bear to look at it~, I can't bear to look at it! ，

Looking at Tang San who was howling miserably below, Ye Chen couldn't bear to look at it directly.

Obviously, a certain 'cat crying mouse, fake compassion, Douluo, selectively forgot who sent Tang San here.

Previously, when the Eighteen-Fold Hell was still a 100,000-year soul technique, Ye Chen's consciousness could not enter the Eighteen-Fold Hell.

Moreover, as long as the opponent's mental power is weaker than Ye Chen's, all the damage suffered in the eighteen hells will be immediately fed back to the opponent itself in the form of a spiritual attack.

Because the mental attack is immediately fed, this will lead to the opponent's lack of strength, maybe the first tongue pulling hell may not be able to persevere.

But after the year of the ninth soul ring changed from 100,000 years to a million year soul ring, the eighteen hells became different.

If the year of the soul ring increases, the effect of the soul skill will naturally increase, not to mention that there is a qualitative gap between the 100,000-year soul ring and the million-year soul ring.

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