An ordinary person, with a distorted face and an extremely painful look, shouted at the sky. Huoran? Wen??? ．?ｒ ａ?ｎ?ｅｎ`ｏｒｇ

This is how the name Hell unfolds on the mural.

The Buddhist scriptures say that the cry is hell, forced by all suffering, the cry of sorrow, and the cry of complaint, so it is called the cry.

Thinking of this, Ruan Zun couldn't help but smile, forced by all the hardships, he was in that world before, so he could be referred to as hardship.

Just thinking about it, there was a trance in front of him, and he suddenly felt something more in the sea of spiritual consciousness. As soon as the spiritual thought was moved, he saw that in the sea, on the opposite side of his spiritual thought form, a person with a painful face and a hideous face appeared.

This man has a scorched face, small eyes and a wide mouth, and a bitter face, gritting his teeth and pain. How can such a person, such a level, pass?

Ruan Zun was thinking about it, when the man suddenly looked at him blankly, and that look, looking at him, was like seeing an enemy who killed his father, took his wife, and beat his son.

Suddenly, the man shook his body and turned into a small-eyed, wide-mouthed female ghost, and then opened a huge mouth, revealing a mouth full of fangs, and at the same time, let out a long trumpet.

This call is very harsh, it can be said to be piercing the ear, and the voice is also full of endless sorrow, grievance, and hatred, Ruan Zun has a sharp pain in his brain, his heart trembles, and he can't help but kneel on the ground with his head and chest covered.

Moreover, as this voice continued, all kinds of painful hell images continued to appear in his sea of consciousness, and each image was shocking and shocking cruelty and tyranny.

Ruan Zun felt that he was in the middle of it.

The three Smoke Luo Monsters were also provoked by this cry and their whole bodies convulsed in pain, and they fell from mid-air one after another.

Even the dragon soul shook its head, flying up and down in pain and irritability.

The cry was as powerful as a fight.

But this cry is not all at once, but continuous, like the most powerful soprano singer, constantly playing with his voice.

A howl of pain is better than a thousand armies.

For this scene, Ruan Zun is really gone. He struggled to tear off two strips of cloth and cover his ears, trying his best to reduce the impact of sound waves on his spiritual thoughts. I thought that I really couldn't do it, so I could only kill to break through.

The Dragon Soul Sword was already in his hand, but the Dragon Soul stopped in front of him, "Look at me this time." Even the hellish demon voice dares to show off in front of me, let her see my true dragon's roar!"

With that, he took a long breath until his stomach was swollen, and then spit out violently, and at the same time let out a huge roar that shook the entire sea of consciousness!

True Dragon's Roar!

Indeed, this true dragon's roar is majestic, heavy, and strong. In terms of power, the demonic voice of the female ghost was completely suppressed at once. The female ghost was shocked and her voice was broken, her body stiffened, and she slowly disappeared into the sea of knowledge.

Clarity was restored in front of me.

In the quiet tower room, there is one more thing in the corner, an antique wooden fish, and half of it has burn marks.

The reproduction of items in the small world, using sound to control sound, this layer of breaking the method, seems to be the correct solution.

In the sea of knowledge, the dragon soul curled up its body, weak and aggrieved, and even trembled from time to time.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Ruan Zun, "Didn't you win?

"What a fart!" said the dragon soul, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, "I will direct all of its attacks on you to my own spiritual consciousness. There was endless anger in that guy's voice, which constantly made me cringe in fear. I'm afraid it will take a long time to get rid of it. ”

"Aren't you known as the Dragon God?" asked Ruan Zun.

The dragon soul was embarrassed, and then said angrily: "I told you, this kind of formation, called the Hell Lock Dragon Array, the more real the dragon, the heavier the trap." This layer of the sound is specially designed for the dragon clan!"

"That's sorry, let you suffer for me. Ruan Zun said with a slight apology.

"It's fine, it's just a trifle. The dragon soul pretended to be calm, "You have more spirit crystals on your body, and I will be able to absorb some strength to replenish myself from time to time, and I will be able to fight against the evil effect of the aftersound." ”

Hey, this guy.

Put away the wooden fish and step up to another level.

This layer, under heavy pressure, is smaller than the previous layer. And it's still decreasing. It seems that the disappearance of the vision of Longxing Pagoda is only in the blink of an eye.

This level is supposed to be some kind of hot hell, followed by scorching, nasal hell. With his own understanding of these eight hot hells, coupled with the continuous attenuation of the power of heavy pressure, Ruan Zun quickly passed these two prisons.

Then I went up one level, and I was greeted by a biting cold. It seems that he has entered the Eight Cold Hell of the Fundamental Hell.

Sure enough, all that appeared in this layer of hell were spiritual attacks in an extremely cold state. Ruan Zun still followed his own understanding, step by step, and calmly adopted various ways to resolve it.

Layer after layer, soon, the eight cold hells such as Agandha, Nirabuta, Azha, A**, Tiger and Tiger Po, Gyalba, Potmo, and Maha Temo were also passed by him.

At this time, he had already come to the twenty-first floor of Longxing Tower.

At this time, the fundamental hells mentioned in Buddhism, that is, the eight heats and the eight cold hells, have already been passed.

In Buddhism, there are three types of hells: the root hell, the near-edge hell, and the solitary hell.

On the twenty-first floor, the ground was covered with burning hot ash.

That's right. Ruan Zun smiled, the first prison in the nearby hell, the simmering pit hell.