He did a thousand kinds of karma in life, and after he died, he suffered sins, and he was lonely and troubled.

It is rumored that the eighteen layers of hell are all punishing those who do evil in the world.

Yi Heng didn't believe that there was such a thing, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he couldn't help but believe it.

The white-clothed young man just now had his tongue pulled out, and a miserable scream was sent into the pit, which means that below must be the second layer of hell.

The first layer of hell is the hell of tongue pulling.

All those who are alive who sow discord, slander and harm others, have a smooth tongue, speak skillfully and deceive others, will suffer the pain of having their tongues pulled out after death.

Yi Heng stood next to the pit, still jumping into the pit from the thousands of lonely souls around him.

The screams echoed in his ears, but they could hardly affect him in the slightest.

His eyes were fixed on the pit.

Most of the lonely souls had their tongues plucked out, and they screamed miserably before they were transmitted to the next layer.

In life, who will not tell a few lies, who will encounter injustices, and not coincidentally distinguish each other? or even sow discord?

Only a few lonely souls, who were not affected by this tongue pulling, were instantly transmitted into the deep pit.

He was silent for a long time.

In his life, he not only told many lies, but even provoked and slandered a lot.

If you want to survive in this dangerous immortal cultivation world, without these calculations, I am afraid that you would have died long ago without a place to be buried, so how can you have today?

But now I still have to suffer from the pain of pulling out my tongue? But I am really here, if I pull my tongue, then I can still live?

And what kind of power is hidden in this deep pit, which can cut off the tongues of thousands of lonely souls at the same time, this kind of strength, I absolutely don't have it.

He hugged his delicate right hand and clenched his fist slightly.

In fact, it has come to the point where he has no room to turn back, and he has no idea of turning back at all.

At this time, the slight hesitation and hesitation were just the shock brought by the scene in front of him, but the unknown power made his heart tense slightly.

But to say fear, to say retreat and fear, there is no half.

The young people in the Purple Mansion have long been prepared to deal with all possible accidents at any time.

All the people encountered here are soul bodies, and the only thing that pulled out the tongue of the lonely soul just now and cut it off with a knife is the soul power.

For him, the soul is strong, and on the earth, who will he be afraid of?

Therefore, after a thin layer of soul power wrapped his whole body, he hugged the Su Demon and jumped down into the deep pit.

There was no hesitation or fear.

Yes, it turned out to be a little joy from the soul.

What is it that can hurt the soul and bring such joy and attraction?

The first of the eighteen layers of hell, the tongue-pulling hell, who is pulling out the tongues of these lonely souls?

The body rose in the air, his eyes fixed on everything around him, waiting for the force that pulled his tongue out, and his eyes swept towards the pit.

The bottom of the cone-shaped pit was like an abyss, and after countless lonely souls were pulled out of their tongues, their bodies, which were originally slightly illusory, became more illusory, and seemed to be more transparent, and instantly rushed towards the bottom, and the bottom hole was wide.

He looked at the lonely soul who jumped into the pit at the same time, and a scream came, and as soon as he had a glimmer of realization in his heart, he heard a loud roar in his head.

"Oh, the first layer of hell, pull out your tongue to eliminate your sins, and then you can be reincarnated!"

An irresistible voice sounded in his mind out of thin air, and the young man in the Purple Mansion was suddenly startled by this sound, and opened his mouth uncontrollably, and his tongue stretched out.

Then, an invisible force slammed his tongue and pulled it outward.

His tongue was pulled by this force, and he instantly stretched out two inches, and when he reacted, he felt an extremely sharp blade quickly approaching his tongue from above.

The young man in the purple mansion showed a look of panic in his eyes, and he wanted to open his mouth to scream, but who knew that his tongue was instantly stretched again.

Yi Hengda was stunned, his body continued to fall rapidly, and after a while, he would be sucked away by the mouth of the Zhangyu Cave below, just like other lonely souls.

But before that, he will definitely suffer the same pain of cutting his tongue, and he will definitely cry out.

Fortunately, he had already known before that it must be the power of the soul that could effectively damage the soul, so the young man in the Purple Mansion pinched his fingers with both hands and waved it towards the sharp blade that slashed at the tongue.

The four soul powers gathered from his body instantly turned into sharp swords and slashed towards the void.

"Puff" sounded twice, as if slashing on the real thing, and like slashing in the void.

Seeing the void above his tongue twitch slightly, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The sharp blade that had been cut off was gone, and so was the feeling of danger.

At this time, the body instantly accelerated, shooting towards the bottom of the deep pit, and in an instant, it passed through the cave like other lonely souls.

Looking down at the unconscious Su Youyou, he gently wiped the sweat from his forehead with his right hand.

The ground was still flat and wide beneath his feet, but it was gray and he couldn't see the edge at a glance.

His eyes were full of lonely spirits and wild ghosts, teleporting down from above like him, and then whistling with gusts of yin wind, also flying towards the center of the place.

He couldn't help but think back to the feeling just now, the feeling of being about to have his tongue cut off.

looked left and right, and suddenly opened his mouth and shouted: "Who is the Taoist friend, secretly cheating and making ghosts?"

The young man in the Purple Mansion was full of anger, and with a burst of shouting, a burst of breath came from the Purple Mansion, instantly shaking away the lonely soul in Fang Yuanzhang and dissipating into the gray world.

But to his disappointment, the whole world seemed to be like this lonely soul floating away, except for him, who was conscious and alive.

After waiting for a while, naturally no one answered.

Although he knew this, he still felt a slight palpitation.

What kind of soul strength does it take to pull out so many soul tongues at the same time? What kind of heaven and earth treasure can attract so many lonely souls to flutter towards the center?

The solitary souls around him were slightly different from the solitary souls on the previous layer, but he couldn't see any difference for a while.

It's just that I feel that the face is no longer as clear as the previous layer, but if you look closely, it is still lifelike, like a real person, and the difference is not too obvious.

"Could it be that the Flower of Hell is so attractive?"

He asked secretly, only to shake his head again, if this is the case, then could this invisible soul power also come from the Flower of Hell?

"Maybe at the bottom of hell, the truth will be revealed. With a low sigh, he picked up the Su Demon and flew towards the center with the lonely souls around him.

......

There is sun and moon on earth, but there is no day or night in hell.

I don't know how long it took, Yi Heng was full of exhaustion, whispering something in his mouth, and kept flying towards the flat and wide center.

"Tongue Pulling Hell, Scissors Hell, Iron Tree Hell, Mirror Hell, Steamer Hell, Copper Pillar Hell, ....... ”

Since entering the second layer, he has flown to the center and witnessed all kinds of hells.

The scissors cut ten fingers short, and the soul hung on the iron tree, suffering the pain of peeling, and threw it into the steamer to steam .......

Along the way, he has let go of all his mind.

After seeing all kinds of torture of lonely souls, he was no longer afraid, and only needed to pass through the central pit, keep his mind, and use the power of his soul to defend his whole body, and then he was safe and sound, teleporting down layer by layer.

Now, it is seventeen layers of hell, a stone grinding hell.

It is difficult to explain the fall for a thousand years, and it will never turn over after sinking;

He had been secretly reading this passage in his heart.

This is the real hell.

The previous tongue pulling and peeling was nothing compared to it.

At this time, he stood quietly in the center of the seventeenth layer of hell, staring at a stone mill more than ten zhang in size in the deep pit, not knowing how to pass through this stone mill and enter the next layer.

And under the huge stone mill, the bodies that were already slightly transparent were being ruthlessly crushed by the stone mill.

The howl no longer looks like a human being, and the "whoop" is incessant, and the smell makes people tremble.

After sixteen layers of training, there are not many lonely souls who can persist until now.

Compared to the tens of thousands of lonely souls on the first floor who rushed into the pit at any time, this place was too loose.

There are more than 100 lonely souls, suffering the pain of being crushed by the huge stone mill, and they are like clay figures in the stone mill, changing into various forms.

In fact, he already knew the difference between these lonely souls and the first layer.

After a layer of training, a kind of evil thought will be dissolved.

From the lifelike, lifelike lonely soul at the beginning, to the almost transparent human form now, there is no facial features on the face, just a flat face, which makes people shudder.

It seems that when every lonely soul enters hell, it carries countless evil thoughts and resentments, and each layer is cut off by one, and the deeper it goes, the weaker the resentment and evil thoughts become.

Therefore, this seventeenth layer of hell is actually no longer eerie and terrifying, and resentment is rampant.

On the contrary, the whole world seems to exude a sense of serenity and tranquility.

Of course, if there is no stone mill in the deep pit in front of you, there are some flowers and trees, green mountains and green waters around, it will definitely be even more than the world.

The wails in his ears grew weaker and weaker.

From the first layer, thousands of lonely souls are teleported from time to time, and if they can go through the training to get here, they are obviously already considered to be naturally powerful souls.

These people are either heroes or heroes.

No matter who he is, in the world, like him, who does not have all kinds of evil thoughts?

But at this time, under the stone mill, he howled in pain.

The heroic spirit is gone, the hero's pride is gone, and some are just a kind of ........

He couldn't even remember how to describe it for a moment.

The young man in the Purple Mansion felt the increase in his attraction, and his mouth watered, as if he wanted to jump down, scoop up these transparent souls from the stone mill, and swallow them in one gulp.

"Pure!" he whispered to himself as he looked at the soul that was disappearing below.

"The purity of these souls is like a great soul tonic elixir, and I can't wait to swallow it in one bite!"

His brows furrowed slightly.

This hell does not seem to be a place of reincarnation, on the contrary, it seems to be washing away the soul with resentment and evil thoughts.

And devouring such a soul can increase soul cultivation, and at the same time, there will be no consequences, could it be that under this hell, there is a demon beast that specializes in devouring souls?

He shook his head slightly, no longer suppressing the desire in his heart to rush down, hugged the Su Demon tightly, and jumped down towards the small hole in the center of the huge stone mill.