A pool-sized oil pan rose in front of everyone.

At a glance, the boiling hot oil was actually crowded with people, to be precise, it should be ghosts.

These ghosts have long been blown up and cracked, unrecognizable, struggling and fluttering inside, and the people who watch are terrified.

From time to time, you can still hear the crackling sound of frying in the oil pan.

Zhang Zhiwei pulled the iron cable that "grew" from his chest, felt the reaction given by his body, and found that this iron cable was rooted in the depths of his soul.

It is not easy to break free from it by brute force, because it is connected to the soul, and if it is torn off by brute force, it may cause some damage to the soul.

This is an extremely simple and crude method of imprisonment, but the simpler the thing, the more inexplicable it is often to solve it.

The best way to get rid of this iron rope is to avoid it when it is bound, otherwise, you can only obediently get the key.

Of course, that's just for ordinary people, Zhang Zhiwei still has a way to solve it.

The abilities he realized from the Compendium of Materia Medica: Human Puppets are divided into yin and yang, yang can modify the body, yin can modify the soul, and it is not difficult to pull this thing out of the soul.

But well...... You can pull it out, but it's not necessary, the key is in the oil pan in front of you, you can take it as soon as you reach out, what are you doing by burning the iron cable, isn't this the same as having a key and not having to tear down the door?

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand towards the oil pot, his five fingers were clenched, and a golden light came out from his palm, turning into a big hand and grabbing the oil pot.

But when he was about to submerge, the screaming ghosts in the oil pot suddenly jumped up and bit Zhang Zhiwei's golden hand.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

Zhang Zhiwei whispered, his five fingers suddenly tightened, Jin Guang's big hand clenched suddenly, and those little ghosts were already scattered without even screaming.

Then, he grabbed down, and Jin Guang's big hand fished in the pot like a colander for a while, and picked up a black key from it.

But as soon as he came out of the water, before he could withdraw his hand, the golden light suddenly collapsed, and the key that was about to fall into his hand fell back into the oil pot.

"Huh? Can it corrode my golden light? There's something in the oil in this pan! ”

Zhang Zhiwei was a little surprised, looked around, and found that everyone was using their magic powers to get the key.

Senior Brother Li Erdan, who is easy to dive, is also like him, and wants to use the golden light to get the key, but before the golden light can penetrate the oil pot, he is bitten by the little ghost who drills out.

Zheng Zibu used the Shangqing Five Lux Talisman to summon five burly men, climbed on the edge of the oil pot, and put their respective weapons into the pot to stir vigorously.

However, it didn't take long for the weapon to be boiled and melted, and even the Wulux on the side of the pot was dragged in by the imp who suddenly came out of the pot and blew up.

What's more, using the technique of talismans, he conjured a carp, put it in an oil pot, and asked it to find the key, but as soon as the carp got out of the pot, it was eaten by the imps who were tortured inside.

As for Zhang Yushan, Bai Yugong and others, they also used their own means, but they all failed, the oil pot was like a bottomless pit, and no matter how much means entered, they couldn't splash a little water.

Speaking of which, he was the best result before Jinguang's big hands.

At least he touched the key and brought it to the oily surface.

Everyone has failed, I seem to have underestimated this level a little, Zhang Zhiwei looked at the oil pot and thought about it carefully.

The strength of the people present is different, and the legal positions of the essentials are also different, as high as the third grade, as low as the ninth grade, but the assessment is the same, if the difficulty of taking the key is based on strength, then this assessment is too unfair.

I'm afraid that this level is not won by brute force...... Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself.

Not only him, but others tried it a few times, and they also found that this oil pot was greasy, and all the magic methods did not work under the oil pot.

However, there are also people who don't believe in evil spirits and continue to try, such as Li Erdan, who thinks that the reason why he couldn't use the golden light to get the key up is because there are little ghosts who bite his golden light, so this time he also used a few exorcism charms to dispel the little ghosts who came to make trouble, and then grabbed them into the oil pot.

Then there was no more, his golden light entered the oil pot, and there was no resistance at all, just like a lump of butter into the oil pot, and it disappeared in an instant.

"Huh? Delusion? Why is the golden light gone? ”

He didn't even react just now, so he wanted to try again, but the Taoist friend next to him reminded him not to do useless work, Zhang Zhiwei's golden light was not fished up, so he didn't try blindly!

When Li Erdan heard this, he glanced at Zhang Zhiwei and stopped trying.

As a native of Longhu Mountain Gate, he naturally knew how high Zhang Zhiwei's golden light mantra attainments were, after all, the little junior brother named Tian Jinzhong, some time ago, he met people and said that Senior Brother Zhiwei used golden light to break the thunder method of the Heavenly Master. (The time when Tian Jinzhong was sacrificed as a secret weapon)

There may be exaggeration in this, but there should be such a thing, after all, who dares to create a rumor about the Heavenly Master, so as soon as he hears that Zhang Zhiwei can't get it, he won't do useless work.

"I knew it wasn't going to be that easy, so what do I do now? Brainstorming and thinking of a way? A Taoist priest said.

"What can I think of, if the spell doesn't work, how can I fish, I can't jump into the oil pot to fish, right?" Another Taoist priest said.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at this person, and then at the little ghost struggling in the oil pot, and thought about it, the oil pot was refined, but it couldn't refine the ghost inside......

As soon as he thought of this, he had an answer in his heart and said, "Maybe what you said is right!" ”

"What's right, go down to the oil pot and fish?" The man was stunned, he actually complained casually, but he didn't really want to go down to fish.

At this time, Zhao Ruhun who had not spoken, spoke:

"Maybe Zhiwei Xiaodaoyou is right!"

"What do you mean?" Someone asked.

Zhao Ruhun said: "From the perspective of poverty and Taoism, the oil in this oil pot should come from the boiling fire oil in the oil pot hell, which contains a large number of desires and sins that have been boiled in the oil pot hell for countless years. ”

"These desires and sinful karma are the most filthy and can corrupt spells, so all means will melt away in an instant when they are in the oil pot."

"This point, Poor Dao should have thought of it a long time ago, but the scene just now where Zhiwei Xiaodaoyou used the golden light spell to fish out the key and almost brought it out misled me, making me think that the spell was useful."

As soon as these words came out, some people looked surprised and puzzled, and said:

"What do you mean, isn't Daochang Zhao's words inconsistent? Since the spell is ineffective against the oil pot, why was Zhang Zhiwei able to put his golden light hand in it and stir it for a while, and almost scooped up the key? Isn't that a contradiction? Isn't the golden light of the Golden Light Spell a spell? ”

"This may only be explained by the special golden light of Zhiwei Xiaodaoyou, or the high attainment!"

When Zhao Ruhun said this, he glanced at Zhang Yushan next to him.

Just now, he also saw Zhang Yushan use the golden light to transform into Qi, and wanted to get the key, but the result was still completely dissolved in the blink of an eye, far less durable than Zhang Zhiwei's, does this mean that Zhang Zhiwei's golden light mantra cultivation is much higher than Zhang Yushan's.

"What is Zhang Zhiwei's attainment in the Golden Light Mantra, it is his private matter, there is no need to ask, but Zhao Ruhun Dao Chief, do you really want to go into the oil pot to fish it yourself?" Someone asked.

"Naturally!" Zhao Ruhun said: "The fire oil in the hell of this oil pot exists to torture those who are guilty, it refines the magic, refines the sin, but refines the immortal soul, and those little ghosts who are struggling in it are the evidence, so if you want to get the key, you should go down to the oil pot to get it yourself." ”

"What Brother Zhao Dao said is conclusive, so why not put it in the oil pot and give us a try?" A fat Taoist priest said.

It's a bit shameful to say this...... Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the person who spoke, and found that it was the Qian Zhenren who had done a lot of evil before.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! If I don't go to hell, who will? ”

Zhao Ruhun read a sentence, strode into the edge of the huge brazier, stared for a moment, and then jumped into the oil pot.

The moment he entered, a ghost figure struggling with the oil pan emerged.

"I died so miserably, give me my life back!"

"Give me my life!"

"Ahh

"The Heavenly Venerables of the Ten Directions, their number is like sand and dust, transforming into the Ten Directions Realm, Puji Heavens and People, and gathering merits ......"

Zhao Ruhun closed his eyes, chanted scriptures in his mouth, and fumbled for the key in the oil pot.

The oil pot was boiling, crackling, Zhao Ruhun was covered with flesh, his face was covered with green muscles, and the whites of his eyes were red like dripping blood, he could see that he was in pain, but the spirit itself was unharmed, this oil pot seemed to only torture people, and would not kill people.

Seeing this, others were eager to try and want to get the key from the oil pot.

Qian Zhenren, who called Zhao Ruhun to give it a try, jumped the fastest, but as soon as he jumped in, his skin was open, his head was broken and bleeding, and he was melted into a skeleton with sticky belt flesh on the spot, struggling and wailing inside.

Even if he wanted to climb out, he found that not only could he not show his skills, but he also couldn't exert his strength, so he could only flutter on the edge of the oil pan.

That appearance was exactly the same as the ghosts in the oil pot before, not only that, but the ghosts that were already in the oil pot were like leeches that smelled blood at this moment, and pounced on him and began to bite him.

This tragic situation directly scared away those Taoist priests who wanted to emulate Zhao Ruhu.

"What's going on, how is it different? Although Qian Zhenren's cultivation is not as good as Zhao Ruhun, he is not weak, he is stronger than most of the people present, why is it so unbearable, is it a little too difficult to take the legal assessment this time? Someone wondered.

"It's Qian Zhenren's own reason, the fire oil in this oil pot is refining evil, the more guilty the person, the more painful, although Qian Zhenren has many demons and demons, and there are many good deeds, but there are also many sins, this level, he naturally can't pass it!" Someone explained.

"It turns out to be related to the degree of sin, no wonder Zhao Ruhun is so relaxed, but according to what he says, wouldn't Baiyugong and Zhang Zhiwei be impossible? After all, the two of them are the heaviest in killing! ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Zhang Zhiwei and Baiyugong, wanting to see how they would respond? Is it to give up?

Zhang Zhiwei was looking at the White Jade Palace, but he was in his chest, so he wanted to know how the old fan brother would deal with it.

Bai Yugong stared at the oil pot, his brows tightened, and after a while, he looked away and looked at Zhong Kui, who was standing high on the red copper four-corner judgment platform, and said loudly:

"Although I have killed countless people, they all have their own reasons, and I have never done a single evil thing in my life, and I have never done a single guilty thing in my life, even if I go to the world again, my actions will not change at all."

With that, he retracted his gaze and strode towards the oil pot: "What about the oil pot hell?" I'm afraid it's a poor steel and iron bone, and this oil pot can't refine me! ”

After that, he jumped into the oil pot, and in an instant, the oil pot churned even more, making a creepy crackling sound, the White Jade Palace killed more than a thousand people, and the pain he endured was far greater than that of Zhao Ruhun and Qian Zhenren.

The hot oil from the fire invaded his body, passed his throat, soaked into his hair, and dried up his skin......

In just an instant, the White Jade Palace was burned with holes, and those fire oils were like poisonous snakes, going in and out of his body, drilling countless penetrating blood holes during the process, making him stand upright like a flesh sieve!

But the White Jade Palace did not scream, no matter how painful it was, his pupils were always resolute, the boiling oil could not erode his soul, he stood in the oil pot, his body was thin and withered, his head held high, standing like a statue, unshakable like an ancient tree.

It seemed that after getting used to it for a while, the White Jade Palace, which had almost turned into a skeleton, began to slowly pick up the key.

During this period, some imps who were struggling in the oil pot pounced on him and wanted to eat him, but he was killed alive.

Life is a hero, death is also a ghost, even if he is in the oil pot, he can't use all the means, his life cultivation is still there, but it is not something that a mere ghost can humiliate.

At this time, there was an exclamation from the side, it turned out that Zhao Ruhun got the key from the oil pot and was walking back step by step.

"Zhao Gaogong succeeded, which shows that this method is feasible, there is not much time left for a stick of incense, let's go in too!"

Subsequently, among the surrounding onlookers, those who had few sins on their bodies gritted their teeth and jumped into the oil pot to find the key.

These Taoist priests who jumped into the oil pot, those with tough minds, can still grit their teeth and persevere, to touch the key.

Those who were not strong-minded and overestimated their perseverance, went in and pounced twice, scalded their skin and flesh, and then hurriedly crawled back, lying on the ground panting heavily, and never dared to go down again.

Of course, there are also some Taoist priests, who are more self-aware and feel that they can't succeed, so they don't jump into the oil pot, but only watch from the side, they find that Wei Wenwen and Ge Wen, two extremely powerful masters, have no intention of going to the oil pot to get the spoon, so they asked:

"Wei Gaogong, Ge Gaogong, don't you go in and find the key?"

"A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase, since I have promised to give up, naturally I will no longer participate in the assessment!" Wei said.

"I'm the same, and I've got two hundred lives behind me, and I'm so guilty of killing that I'm afraid that if I don't die, I'll have to fade into skin, so I won't join in the fun!" Gwen said.

"Speaking of this, Zhang Zhiwei doesn't seem to have the intention of jumping into the oil pot, is he going to give up?" Someone looked at Zhang Zhiwei and said.

"I guess so, his killing is too heavy, and this level is a little difficult to handle!" Someone chimed in.

"Difficult?! Then don't do it! ”

Zhang Zhiwei whispered, stood by the oil pot, rubbed his fingers, a trace of indigo flame rose from his fingertips, and threw it towards the oil pot lightly.

(End of chapter)