Looking at the twelve words full of killing intent in front of them, the two of them couldn't say a word for a long time, as if their hearts were shocked.

But in the end, they quickly stepped into it, hand in hand, without the slightest hesitation.

Stepping into the black road, everything around seems to change, and the originally gray space is actually turned into a black shijie......

The road beneath your feet became like a volley, with strange gray air currents lingering on both sides of the road, and the front was even darker, making people wonder where it was spreading......

Huangquan Road!

These three words suddenly came to Wu Tian's mind.

Huangquan Road, according to Buddhism, is the only way for people to go to the underworld after death.

There was once a poem that said: From the bridge to the Naihe, right and wrong do not cross the Lechuan River. There is no right or wrong in front of the Sansheng Stone, and Wangxiangtai will be Meng Po.

It is to describe all kinds of things after Huangquan Road one by one......

Huangquan Road, Lechuan River, Nai He Bridge, Sansheng Stone, Wangxiang Terrace, are the inevitable experiences of people who want to be reincarnated after death.

"Could it be that the six realms mentioned here are really like the six realms of Buddhism?"

Wu Tian and Zhou Zixuan walked forward slowly, stepping on the road under their feet, but it was like stepping on cotton, soft, but the cold atmosphere around them became more and more intense.

"If that's the case, then the Huangquan Road here means that we have stepped into the Hell Road!"

Wu Tian took a deep breath, the true yuan in his body was already running rapidly, and the whole person was full of 120,000 points.

As for Zhou Zixuan, he followed without saying a word, but what Wu Tian didn't notice was that Zhou Zixuan's eyes would sweep over his storage ring from time to time, looking quite complicated and overwhelmed.

It was as if time was no longer important at this moment......

Wu Tian and Zhou Zixuan didn't know how long they had been walking on this Huangquan Road, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be unchanged, but Wu Tian was frowning more and more, he could clearly feel that the real test was coming......

Yes, it is!

Just a few minutes later, the abrupt environment changed instantly, countless heart-rending roars were heard in the ears, and all kinds of tragic images gradually unfolded in the eyes......

All kinds of torture and all kinds of bloodshed did not stop at all, making Zhou Zixuan's delicate body tremble, but she still insisted on biting her lip with her teeth and did not make any sound.

As for Wu Tian, he looked at all this with a frown, he was a Buddha in his previous life, although he was an evil Buddha, but he was proficient in Buddhism, although he was happy to cultivate, but he still had a stable state of mind like a Buddha......

In this life, although the killing continues, he has always insisted on his own heart, the evil Buddha Wutian, the evil Buddha Wu Tian, is one person!

"Here ......"

Wu Tian looked at the various pictures presented, some were plucked out of their tongues and blood sprayed directly, some were cut off ten fingers and the blood flowed endlessly, and some were sent to the iron tree blade to scrape their bodies......

"There are eighteen pictures in total......"

Wu Tianqiang endured the feeling of nausea in his heart, and carefully counted each picture, a total of eighteen, no more, no less, just echoing the number of eighteen layers of hell.

"It seems that this is really the Hell Dao of the Six Realms!"

Eighteen levels of hell, divided into the upper nine layers and the lower nine layers......

The upper nine floors are: Tongue Pulling Hell, Scissors Hell, Iron Tree Hell, Mirror Hell, Steamer Hell, Copper Pillar Hell, Knife Mountain Hell, Iceberg Hell and Oil Pot Hell.

The lower nine floors are: Oxpit Hell, Stone Crushing Hell, Mortar Hell, Blood Pool Hell, Death Hell, Punishment Hell, Volcanic Hell, Stone Mill Hell, and Knife Saw Hell.

There are eighteen levels of hell in total, and this is also the place where those who die in Buddhism have to go through, maybe one, maybe several, before they can be reincarnated.

"The left is the upper nine floors, and the right is the lower nine floors......"

Wu Tian frowned and looked at all this, he silently recited the meditation mantra in his heart, but he was not affected much by these tragic pictures, but Zhou Zixuan next to him was extremely pale, and he almost didn't spit it out when he bit his lower lip tightly.

However, as a woman, she can still endure such a bloody picture, which has to be said to be extremely admirable.

"Wu Tian, what should we do now?" Holding back the feeling of discomfort in his heart, Zhou Zixuan asked in a deep voice.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is one of the six realms of hell!"

Wu Tian replied slowly, "However, as for how to pass through, I can't think of it for the time being, but I think it must be related to these eighteen pictures!"

"Isn't it going to be for each of us to go through it?"

Zhou Zixuan's delicate body trembled and said, "If that's the case, it's better to kill me directly, it's terrifying!"

"Go through it?"

Wu Tian was slightly stunned, but then in his mind, he thought of what the patriarch Shui Lan Haotian had said before.

In the entire Shuilan Clan, only his mother can enter the secret realm of space, and because he is his mother's direct bloodline, he also has the possibility of passing.

So isn't it related to bloodline?

Thinking of this, Wu Tian couldn't help frowning slightly, "But if that's the case, Aunt Weishenme will let Sister Zixuan come with her?"

"Hey, Wu Tian, what are you thinking?"

Gently bumping Wu Tian's shoulder, Zhou Zixuan frowned and asked, her pale pretty face looking extremely weak.

"Nothing!"

Coming back to his senses, Wu Tian hurriedly smiled, "In this way, Sister Zixuan, you retreat a little, I'll try!"

"Okay, be careful!"

Zhou Zixuan nodded when he heard this, took a few steps back, and looked at the eighteen pictures in front of him, the whole person quickly felt more and more vomiting, and hurriedly looked away, and his concerned gaze quickly fell on Wu Tian.

"I can only ignore it for now, and Weishenme will let Sister Zixuan come with me!"

Wu Tian took a deep breath and said to himself with a calm expression, "Since it is said that it may be related to bloodline, then I will try it with essence blood!"

The voice fell, only to see Wu Tian's right hand raised, under the stimulation of Zhenyuan, a drop of essence blood at the middle finger was forcibly squeezed out by Wu Tian in pain, but before Wu Tian could say anything, the essence blood suddenly flew towards the picture in front of him, and in an instant, a strange red line lingered in those originally bloody pictures, which made Wu Tian tremble, and then his spiritual power instantly disappeared into the picture......

"What?

Wu Tian stood in place like a wood carving, but that spiritual power was absorbed into the picture, and it was impressively in the tongue pulling hell that began on the ninth floor, and he seemed to have become the person who was tongue pulled, and an unprecedented pain spread instantly......

However, because it was just that his spiritual power had not entered, Wu Tian couldn't shout at all......

The powerful stimulation made Wu Tian not know what to do, but it was impossible to break free from the shackles of the picture, and he could only let the coercion of the picture now......

"It hurts, it hurts!"

The kind of pain like substance made Wu Tian's body tremble when he stood there, and the pain of his tongue being stretched out was simply a boundless torture, but Wu Tian couldn't do anything to resist, at this moment he was like a puppet, and after his spiritual power was submerged in the picture, he could only be slaughtered by others.

In fact, to be precise, the pain of mental power is far more intense and unforgettable than the pain of the body.

Now, that's it!

Then, when Wu Tian was about to lose it, the picture suddenly turned, and the tongue pulling hell turned to the second layer of scissors hell......

This time it was no longer about pulling out the tongue, but about cutting off ten fingers......

The so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, that kind of pain made Wu Tian tremble again, and the body standing in place began to leach with bursts of cold sweat, and in less than a few breaths, his clothes were completely wet, and his face was even more pale to the extreme.

"Do you really want me to go through all the eighteen layers of hell?"

Wu Tianqiang endured the stinging pain of that kind of spiritual power, and wanted to be unconscious, but he was full of energy, as if every time even the weakest pain would expand tenfold and hundredfold under such circumstances, making Wu Tian's face simply distorted to the extreme.

"Wu Tian, Wu Tian, how are you?"

Zhou Zixuan kept calling softly behind him, but it was impossible for Wu Tian to give any response......

As time passed, Wu Tian's spiritual power almost collapsed, but he insisted firmly, this was just the beginning of the six realms, was he going to retreat unbearably?

No, it can't be!

However, the pain of the eighteenth layer of hell reappeared ten times and a hundred times in his spirit, even if it did not directly affect the body, but that kind of sensitive and intense pain was still not something that ordinary people could bear!

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, an abrupt burst of Buddha horns came out of Wu Tian's mouth, and his trembling body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of golden Buddha light, and Wu Tian also felt a little more relaxed at this time, but then the picture continued to rotate, making Wu Tian fall into boundless pain again......

The third is the Iron Tree Hell, and the fourth is the Mirror Hell......

Slowly continued......

Wu Tianguo really experienced the horrors of the eighteen layers of hell again and again, the clothes on his body were almost never dry, and the whole person seemed to have just been lifted out of the water, which was simply embarrassing.

Time passed minute by minute, and Wu Tian hoped for the first time that time would be faster and his experience would be faster, so that he could pass successfully.

But is it possible?

Eighteen layers of hell, eighteen kinds of torture, although it is only a spiritual feeling, but it still makes Wu Tian feel like he is there, and there is no falsehood at all.

I am afraid that if a person is not firm in his mind, he has already been mentally destroyed and has gone crazy......

But Wu Tian is not......

As a human being in two lives, it can be said that he has tempered his mind to the best extent.

Didn't King Jizo Bodhisattva say it...... I don't go to hell, who goes to hell?

Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha!

At this moment, Wu Tian was actually destroying his spiritual power, as if he had a trace of the feeling of the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth, and in the midst of boundless pain, the golden Buddha light on his body was becoming more and more prosperous, and it looked so dazzling in that dark environment......