Leaving the Tongue Pulling Hell, Wang Lung still transitioned from the teleportation array to the next layer, which was the Mirror Hell.

After arriving at the Mirror Hell, Wang Lung no longer enjoyed the right to cut in line, because this layer of hell was overcrowded, and he could only be escorted by the ghost guards to line up in order.

The crowds were crowded, and the entire Mirror Hell was full of people, and Wang Lung didn't know much about the Mirror Hell, so he didn't know what kind of punishment he would receive here.

As the crowd moved forward little by little, the pain of the tongue pulling hell began to slowly dissipate, and his soul no longer felt a tingling sensation, so that he could take a good look at this place.

There are many strange stones, the stones that stand upside down above the head are like sharp cones, there are no plants, the red light fills the whole hell, the ground under your feet is uneven, there are endless cliffs on both sides, the path like a sheep's intestine is not very wide, at most three people walk side by side, there are only orderly ghosts in the middle, and on the side are the ghosts who escort the ghosts.

Pale cyan skin, crimson hair, half-naked upper body, and a variety of weapons in their hands, including maces, knives, and all sorts of things, the ghosts stood in place and waved the weapons in their hands, shouting at the ghosts to move forward.

Wang Lung didn't make any outrageous moves, because any resistance was futile, no matter what the reason for getting here in this Mirror Hell, he had to do what he was asked to do, and there was only a stick to resist and there was no reason.

Wang Lung saw that a few ghosts tried to resist, and they couldn't stop muttering something, but there was only one result, that is, they were beaten violently with weapons by the ghost pawns around them.

Like other ghosts, Wang Lung and the others have their own bodies, which cannot walk on the ground, but can only float in levitation, and this body is a manifestation of the soul, and any punishment is imposed on the body. It is only the soul that suffers.

According to the direction of the ghosts, all the way forward, Wang Lung did not know where Lu Dao was going, nor did he know what Lu Dao was going to do when he entered the Mirror Hell, in this hell without daylight, time could not be measured.

Wang Lung felt that a long time had passed. But the phenomenon of queuing is still continuing, whether it is in front or behind, Wang Lung can't see his head at a glance.

I don't know how much time has passed, and only after Wang Lung can see the destination of the ghosts can he know what Lu Dao is going to do.

In the mirror hell, Wang Lung saw ghosts standing in front of a huge mirror, some stood for a short time, some stood for a long time, but by looking at the expressions of the ghosts, he could guess that he had not been hurt at all. What is this mirror for? Wang Lung searched for various memories but never got an answer, and it seemed that he needed to understand it after he experienced it.

After looking in the mirror, the ghosts were escorted away by the ghosts, and they left in different directions, some were happy, and some shook their heads and said nothing.

After seeing the mirror, Wang Lung moved forward a little faster, and when he stood in front of the mirror, there were still three people around him. One is a ghost pawn, and two other ghosts.

Wang Lung didn't look directly at the mirror. Instead, he looked sideways at the other two ghosts, one of whom was calm, his eyes fixed on the mirror, and he couldn't see any waves in his expression, while the other was so surprised that he didn't seem to believe what was happening in the mirror.

"Hurry up!" The ghost pawn next to him saw Wang Lung looking around. A stick was drawn directly on Wang Lung.

Hiss...... It hurt, and the stick fell on him, making Wang Lung frown, but he could feel that the blow was slightly lighter than the suffering he suffered in the tongue pulling hell. No matter how light it is, it is not something that Wang Lung can compete with, in order not to suffer anymore, Wang Lung can only retract his gaze helplessly, staring intently at the mirror, he is also curious about what is inside.

Yes...... For what, for what is this, Wang Lung can't understand, others don't have any pain when they look in the mirror, but when it's his turn, it's not like that at all.

When Wang Lung turned his gaze to the mirror, he thought he would see something unexpected, but it was not the case at all, and the mirror in front of him suddenly burst into a dazzling light, piercing his eyeballs like a knife.

Wang Lung wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't do it at all, the light in the mirror was innumerable, like tens of thousands of sharp knives piercing his eyeballs in an instant, and the pain was a little worse than pulling out his tongue hell.

The soul was trembling, Wang Lung's body couldn't stop trembling, fortunately it didn't last long, in an instant, the light in the mirror disappeared, this moment was like thousands of years for Wang Lung, he didn't see anything, only tingling, the dazzling light made him have no time to react, and when the mirror recovered as before, Wang Lung's eyes had not recovered.

"Let's go!" an urging appeared in Wang Lung's mind, and he froze in place, not responding, for he was now blind and could not see anything.

Hiss......

It's another stick, the feeling of this stick is not even a tenth of the sting just now, because Wang Lung can't see for the time being, the ghost pawn behind him will not show mercy, and stretch out his hand to push Wang Lung.

Staggering forward, Wang Lung could only passively move forward, he couldn't see, the light in the mirror made him a blind man, the ghost pawn behind him either whipped Wang Lung, or pushed with his hands, where to go, Wang Lung didn't know what to do, and he didn't care, because his eyes hurt so badly now, and he didn't have any extra thoughts.

"Stand still. The ghost pawn behind him pulled Wang Lung and made him stand in place.

Waiting for a while, Wang Lung couldn't see the surrounding situation, he could only stand in place and wait stupidly, he wanted to ask, but the taste was not opened, but he felt that he was being pushed.

The familiar feeling struck again, although Wang Lung couldn't see it, but he knew that he had just passed through a teleportation array, and when he went there, he didn't know it, he only knew one thing, that is, he had left the Mirror Hell.

"See Lord Judge, Wang Lung brought. Coming out of the teleportation array, the ghost pawn next to him suddenly spoke, Wang Lung could only listen, he still couldn't see.

Wang Lung didn't hear anyone reply, he only felt that the ghost pawn who was holding his arm let go of himself, and when Wang Lung was still confused, a voice sounded in his head.

"Committing Wang Long, the crime is extremely heinous, causing the mirror to release the evil divine light, and you are now sentenced to serve nine years in prison in the steamer hell, go!"

After the verdict, Wang Lung felt that something was hanging around his neck, and the sound sounded like a chain, and before he could figure it out, he felt that the chain was being pulled by someone, and his body walked up with the pull.

It's a teleportation array again, and Wang Lung can't figure it out. He has obviously been sentenced by the king of Hades in the palace of Hades, and he was sentenced by the judge again just now.

If this hell is really a fantasy created by the Golden Guardian, then everything here is imagined by the other party, it doesn't matter if Wang Lung doesn't understand the process, he can't find an exit from this illusion, so he can only continue to suffer.

After entering the steamer hell. Wang Lung's eyes were a little better, but he still couldn't see clearly, and his eyes were no longer white, at least there was a little color.

Dragged by the ghost pawn with chains, Wang Lung was afraid of being persecuted again, so he could only follow closely with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and now he couldn't see things clearly with his eyes, he could only feel it with his body.

Steamer Hell In Wang Lung's eyes now, more colors are red. And the temperature around him was very high, and even when he walked, his body was burning painfully.

Although Wang Long could not see, his ears were still very good, and when he listened closely, there seemed to be a miserable wail in the distance, mixed with the sounds of some wild beasts.

As he got closer, the wails filled his ears, and Wang Lung couldn't even hear anything else. What kind of scene is this, Wang Lung can think. But he didn't dare to imagine whether he himself would be the same as those who were tortured after a while, thinking of this, Wang Lung shuddered unconsciously.

Hell, this is really hell, and when you are alive, you imagine hell as terrible. But that's just imagination, after really feeling it, Wang Lung realized that imagination is actually a luxury.

Without giving Wang Lung much chance to think nonsense, Wang Lung, who had just arrived at the steamer hell, was quickly set up by four ghost pawns. Wang Lung, who was lifted overhead, did not know where he was going and what kind of punishment he was going to be inflicted, he wanted to guess but did not dare to guess, but in just a moment, Wang Lung felt that he had been thrown down, and the fall was like falling into a cliff.

There was no sound when he landed, but Wang Lung could clearly feel the pain when his body hit other things, this pain was negligible to him, Wang Lung, who couldn't see with both eyes, began to grope with his hands after landing on the ground, the chains on his neck had been removed, and he wanted to know where he was and what was around.

Wang Lung touched it very quickly, and very carefully, and after about a minute, he realized that he had not fallen to the ground at all, but in the midst of a group of people, no, not people, but ghosts like him.

All around, all the ghosts were scattered together like corpses, I don't know how many layers of Lu Dao were superimposed in the middle, Wang Lung could feel it, he groped for a long time but couldn't touch the head, just when he was about to continue groping, his body was suddenly smashed down by a heavy object, and after careful touching, he realized that Lu Dao was another ghost that was thrown down.

Where the hell is this? Why are so many ghosts being thrown down, what the hell is going on? Wang Lung wanted to find out, but unfortunately no one could tell him, and he couldn't see it.

There were ghosts constantly being thrown down on his head, and in less than ten minutes, Wang Lung was pressed under him by others like the original ghosts, and how many ghosts were pressed on his body, Wang Lung couldn't count, he didn't even have the strength to move, just like stacking Arhats and being pressed in the middle by others.

Boom......

I don't know how long it has been, Wang Lung faintly heard a loud noise in his ears, the sound came from the top of his head, the voice was far away from him, and he couldn't hear what it was.

Being pressed among the ghosts, Wang Lung couldn't move, there was no sting in the soul here, and there was no blazing feeling outside, if the steamer hell was pressed for nine years, Wang Lung didn't mind waiting, but the situation was not at all what he thought.

After that inexplicable sound, when Wang Lung was still imagining, a stream of water flowed down the gap between the ghosts, and the water flowed into the lower part of the body a little bit, and lasted for a long time, Wang Lung felt that half of his body was soaked in water, only to find that the water had disappeared.

Why would you release water? Wang Lung couldn't figure it out, but when he thought of the name of this hell, Wang Lung's pupils instantly widened.

The huge cage drawer was stuffed with ghosts, and Wang Lung was pressed between the ghosts, his eyes were not good, and the cage drawer covered with a lid was dim, even if Wang Lung's eyes were normal, he couldn't see clearly.

His guess finally came true, Wang Lung felt the temperature around him rise little by little, it felt like a sauna, the temperature of the sauna room was quite fixed, but the temperature here kept rising, and the water under his body was slowly boiling.

Oh...... Yes...... Belch......

All kinds of miserable screams came into Wang Lung's ears, and Wang Lung knew that it was another ghost feeling the stinging pain of the soul, and he could still bear it now, although this temperature made the soul sting, but it was not yet the limit, but it should be soon.

As predicted by Wang Lung, when the temperature in the cage reached a certain height, Wang Lung also had to roar, and the stinging sensation continued to increase, a few points worse than pulling out his tongue.

Eighteen layers of hell, each additional layer, the pain will be doubled, the taste of this can only be understood by Wang Lung, the steamer hell is the fifth layer of hell, much higher than the tongue pulling hell, this soul feeling is also ten times stronger.

Nine years, in this steamer hell, this is just the beginning, Wang Lung feels that his soul has reached the limit, he doesn't know if the Dao can hold on, nine years, the current feeling makes him unbearable, he wants to die just like this, but he can't control his soul.

Now think about it, the pain of the tongue pulling hell is simply pediatric, this is the fifth level of the steamer hell, and there is still down, what kind of pain will it reach? (To be continued......