"Oh, that kid, come over and be tortured!"

Next to a huge oil pot, I saw two dwarf imps with green skin and black faces, who were holding steel forks, and looked at the man who came out of the ice hell and waved his hand impatiently.

And in the oil pot next to them, there was a terrifying scene.

The boiling hot oil was actually crowded with people, no, it should be said that it was ghosts, these ghosts had already been blown up and their flesh was cracked, unrecognizable, their bodies were swollen and swollen, and their faces were even more deformed by the explosion, and their facial features seemed to be twisted together, like a crumpled dough, and their eyes were half-hung outside, and the people who looked at them were terrified.

As they spoke, the two little ghosts forked back the ghosts who wanted to climb out of the oil pot with a steel fork, and there was a strange laugh in their mouths, and the oil pot was even more crackling with the sound of frying.

And the man who came out of the ice hell was covered with frost, covered with ice slag, and exuded blood.

"People?"

As soon as they got closer, the bloody breath was sniffed out by these little ghost ghosts.

Feeling the warmth that he had not felt for a long time, the man shook the ice slag on his body, swept his cold eyes, and said hoarsely: "Oil pot hell?"

He glanced faintly at the ghosts in the pot that had been fried repeatedly, and took a deep breath. "What hell is this?"

Those little ghosts sharpened their knives and came over, greedily and eagerly sniffing the blood gas that was close at hand, baring their teeth and grinning: "Hehe, what, don't you still want to go to the lower ninth floor?" However, maybe you don't have a chance, you haven't asked about popularity for many years, today, ga!"

A little ghost was probing for treasure in this direction, and before he finished speaking, a hand had already grabbed its throat, and the words stopped abruptly.

"The ninth floor!"

Su Hongxin whispered, his five fingers suddenly tightened, and the little ghost in his hand was already scattered without even screaming.

With his other hand, he was even more horizontal, and the fishy wind was together, and the knife light was bright, and the little ghosts around him were instantly divided into two parts, and they were shattered one by one in the scream.

For a while, those little ghosts and ghasts who originally coveted Su Hongxin's flesh and skin flew out of the sky, frightened and urinated, crying and fleeing in all directions.

"Oops, hard stubble, run!"

But they didn't run far before they saw a cloud of black wind blowing through thin air, and turned into a pitch-black beast on the ground, devouring souls and ghosts, fierce and cruel.

Su Hongxin walked unhurriedly, he looked at the fried ghosts in the pot, there was neither fear nor pity in his eyes, some were more plain and calm.

"Let's go, hurry up!"

After staying for a while, until the cold in his body was dispelled, he greeted him, and began to exert force under his feet, lifting the Soul Breaking Knife in his hand upside down, and rushed towards the next hell.

Now, the bull head and horse face are dead, the black and white impermanence is dead, he has no heart to delay here, he is afraid that there will be some incredible existence again, along the way they run and kill, plus the scripture in hand, it is simply unimpeded.

The hellish torture seen along the way is even more bizarre and cruel.

There is the hell that is specially used to avenge the grievances of "beasts", where countless fire oxen trample on the ghosts; there is also the hell of the sword mountain, where many ghosts need to go up the mountain barefoot, and in an instant, they are divided by sharp blades, but once the yin wind passes, they reshape their bodies, and the cycle repeats; there is also the hell of vain death, where all those who do not hesitate their own lives to find a short-term suicide will enter this heavy hell, and they will never be able to be human again; there are also tortures, tortures, and thousands of cuts......

Su Hongxin walked along the way, and what he saw and heard was beyond his previous cognition.

Until.

Fire.

It was indeed a sea of fire, Su Hongxin glanced at the past, and saw that this heavy hell was a huge sea of fire, with red flames raging, and countless ghosts were struggling and wailing. It's just that this flame is very different from what he thought, it can be filled with fire at any time, but there is no trace of heat.

After taking a closer look, Su Hongxin seemed to have found a little way.

It turns out that what is burned in this sea of fire is not the flesh and blood of the body, soul, and flesh, but the sins of a person in his life, and in the flames, according to the evil things that people have done in the past, if they cannot break free, they will keep repeating everything before death, and they will keep dying and suffering.

I saw that the flames around those ghosts kept reflecting their past memories, from life to death, and then to life, continuing to repeat endlessly.

Su Hongxin glanced at it, frowned and relaxed, and said lightly: "Although I have killed countless people, I have never done a single evil thing in my life, I want to see what this sea of fire can do to me!"

At the moment, if you want to go to the next level, you must wade through this sea of fire and hell, Su Hongxin has no choice, to be here, to be honest, he is not as interested in the things of the other gatekeeper as he was before, what he hates most in his life is to be well-behaved and at the mercy of others, and everything he is doing now is just for the sake of the yang world, and he just wants to see what happened to this gatekeeper.

With a plan in his mind, Su Hongxin stepped into the sea of fire, and the fire in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Looking at it again, there was only a small path under his feet, straight ahead, Su Hongxin strode forward, and after walking a few steps, he suddenly saw the yin wind together, the ghost qi surged, and the terrifying and hideous ghost shadows gathered and formed, whining and wandering in the air.

Su Hongxin's face was expressionless, his eyes swept away, but he was grinning, daring to love these people who died under his knife.

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

"Give me my life!"

"Ahh

......

"Hehe, I just found out, forgive myself for killing so many people!"

Su Hongxin was not frightened, but sneered, and his feet still kept stopping.

"You villain, murder like hemp, disregard for human life, you deserve to fall into the eighteenth layer of hell, and you will never be able to turn over!"

"Die for it!"

"Give me my life!"

"You are guilty of great sin!"

......

Faces with blurred flesh and blood and different dead appearances lingered in front of him, Su Hongxin was still unmoved, pulled out a knife in his hand, and sneered in his mouth: "Let your mother's fart, fucking fuck out of Lao Tzu, you dogs, dare to be an eyesore in front of me, I can kill you if you live, and if you die, you will have to die under my knife!"

Su Hongxin was angry, his heart was open, and he was walking straight under his feet, how could he deny what he had done because of this fantasy, and only those who were not strong in heart and had guilt about what they had done in the past would sink in this sea of fire.

As soon as he drank the words, everything in front of Su Hongxin's eyes suddenly changed, the light and shadow changed, and when he looked closely, he saw that the sea of fire had been extinguished, and the boundless sea of fire was behind him at some point.

"It turned out to be such a trick, carving insect skills!"

Su Hongxin smiled coldly, he had already continued to hurry, this time, it was unimpeded, and there was nothing unusual.

Following the guidance, he didn't know how long he ran in one breath, until there was neither screaming nor wailing in all directions, and when he arrived at a quiet place, Su Hongxin had already seen that in the distance, a small temple was sitting there quietly, like dust, covered with dust.

The temple door was opened, and in the door, a figure could be faintly seen sitting on the ground, sitting cross-legged.

It's finally here.