Those imprisoned in the Infernal Hell can only suffer endless torture and eternal trapped in this place until their consciousness is exhausted, and the cause and effect of their bodies are completely washed away, and they are turned into pure aura and returned to the Yellow Spring.

At this point, there is no hope.

Under the introduction of Meng Po, Fan Zhuoyuan knew that the trapped person was like being enclosed in a noisy and closed environment, without a moment of peace, and his ears were full of inaudible curses and spits.

In this environment, the soul is always in a state of restlessness, and from time to time there are various punishments on the body, cutting the aura into pieces, and then healing itself into a person, constantly tormenting.

If the ninth is evil, then suffer from the nine.

This process is mandatory, and there is no room for resistance.

It is the sinners who are trapped here, and after suffering all kinds of karma, their negative emotions such as resentment are extremely heavy, which makes the whole Infernal Hell even more desperate.

Since the order of the Yin Division is out of control, these sinners are out of distress, and under the erosion of resentment, they have become evil ghosts as strong as ghost kings, and they will devour each other and attack others in a manic manner, completely uncontrollable.

Meng Po pointed to the shore and said, "After going ashore, there is an abyss, and if you jump down, you will be infernal hell. ”

"Doesn't the Yellow Spring lead to it?"

"The Yellow Spring goes down, surrounds it, but it doesn't come into direct contact with that space."

Fan Zhuoyuan stepped on the shore and said suspiciously: "It's so quiet, doesn't it mean that Zhong Kui took the Ten Palaces Hades to start a counterattack?" ”

Meng Po said: "It was at the entrance, and I passed directly through that space with the peculiarity on the Yellow Spring, so you didn't perceive it." ”

As he spoke, he conjured up a mirror with yellow spring water, and the battle in a space above was projected in the mirror.

Countless powerful ghosts and monsters on the ground fought with each other, corpses and stumps everywhere, and in mid-air, five of the ten halls of Yama were blocked outside, holding on to countless ghost kings.

There are also five halls of Yama and Zhong Kui, plus many powerhouses in the ghost world, who are besieging the four great bodhisattvas, although their strength is strong, they have never been able to take advantage of the slightest.

On the contrary, the four great bodhisattvas gradually gathered the Buddha's light and gradually surrounded them, obviously not in a hurry to divide the winners and losers, but to wipe everyone out.

Meng Po said: "They can still hold out for a while, and they have left a retreat to the Yellow Spring, and now the four great bodhisattvas don't know that I am with them, and this retreat has not been blocked."

But this is not the reason for your leisurely delay, Di Ting is very strong, but you have all the strength of Ying Long, it is not difficult to tear it apart, the difficult thing is that in terms of your human timekeeping unit, you only have five minutes.

If you can't tear apart the truth and summon the Yellow Spring within five minutes, someone of the four great bodhisattvas will surely turn around, and once you block your retreat, you will be accompanied by the evil ghosts in this infernal hell for eternity. ”

Fan Zhuoyuan shook his head slightly, no longer doubted, and jumped down the entrance of the Infernal Hell, the cave that looked like the mouth of a grown demon.

Falling like crazy all the way, it seems that it will never reach the bottom.

The steep stone walls around were crawling with all kinds of eerie and terrifying ghosts, staring at Fan Zhuoyuan with fierce eyes.

Fan Zhuoyuan suddenly turned into a dragon body, flapped his wings and dived, rushing straight to the ground at a faster speed.

Then the body sensed a spatial fluctuation, and it turned out that the Infernal Hell was also a unique space, and it did not exist directly in the ghost world.

In the deepest part of this space, lies a beast as huge as a hill.

It smelled movement, raised its head, its eyes shone fiercely, and it raised its head to the sky and let out a roar!

Roaring filial piety has the power of the law of rewarding good and punishing evil, and for a while, Fan Zhuoyuan's heart swept over all kinds of good and evil things he had done in his life, but to such an extent, it couldn't really affect him.

His wings flapped, shattering the roar of the truth, and the power of the law was easily torn apart.

Di Ting was greatly surprised, and his hair stood upside down, obviously sensing great danger, and when he saw that the person who came was actually a dragon, it was quite stunned.

How could a divine beast like Ying Long appear in the deepest depths of the eighteenth layer of hell?

Fan Zhuoyuan didn't give the other party time to think, his time was very short, only five minutes, and he had to fight quickly.

As he listens to the flying overhead, he swings out with one claw!

The power of his law is order and chaos, and this claw is attached to chaos at the moment, and absolute chaos can cause the opponent's solidified vital signs to fall into disorder, and thus destroy themselves.

This claw swung through, like tearing through time and space, it was not something that Di Ting could dodge at all, it tried its best, and only barely avoided the vital point of the neck, but the head was still torn out of three blood marks.

There was no blood flowing out of the bloodstains, and all the blood was disintegrating on its own, even transforming into the depths, disintegrating its flesh and blood, and turning its life into a completely disordered mass of flesh and blood.

Di Ting felt that his blood cells seemed to be devouring the subcutaneous tissue, and his subcutaneous tissue was tearing its own muscle fibers inside, and the muscle fibers were like cracked bullets, frantically slamming the skull, and the skull seemed to have no hardness, and began to crack like glass.

Following Jizo's long-standing truth, he naturally knew the terrifying power of this law, and it tore at Fang Cai's wound with one claw, causing the wound to expand instantly.

Half of the scalp was torn off by it, and even the skull was torn off in small pieces, and with such injuries, it directly stopped the spread of disorder.

The flesh and bones that were thrown out were turned into a pile of ashes by their own disorder before they could hit the ground, and finally disappeared in front of them as gas.

This kind of power suddenly made Di Ting terrified, and it roared out for the first time, so that the invisible distress was released, which was the highest level of distress, which meant that reinforcements would come here sooner than expected.

Fan Zhuoyuan soared in mid-air, and when he saw this scene, he immediately opened his mouth, and a dragon's breath interrupted the roar of filial piety.

But the distress signal had already been sent, and he knew that his time was even tighter, and he had to take down his opponent before the four bodhisattvas came back from the rescue.

Immediately, he turned around and pounced on Di Ting again.

When Di heard this, his eyes were also ruthless, and he knew that he could survive in just a few minutes.

It has been dealing with evil ghosts all year round, and it has already developed a strong sense of actual combat, and at this time, not only did it not retreat, but instead raised all its strength and rushed towards Fan Zhuoyuan.

It knows very well that once it takes a step back, it will become more and more passive in the future, until it dies under the claws of the other party, it is better to fight to the death, so that the other party feels jealous, or there is a glimmer of life.

The power of the law of listening is a spiritual law, which is called rewarding good and punishing evil, but there is no good and evil in the way of heaven, and good and evil only exist in people's hearts.

A strong person who can cultivate to the point of Fan Zhuoyuan has an extremely thin concept of good and evil, or even no at all, and it is simply impossible to injure him with the theory of good and evil.

He resisted the attack with his golden scales, and slapped it to the ground with a backhand claw.