It took the three of them another half a year to break into a competitive square again, Jiang Lin stepped on the fourth arena, and a piece of news came to mind again.

Perseverance test the first level, tongue pulling hell. Three years old to see the big, seven years old to know a lifetime, through the eighteenth floor, the fairy road can be expected. Those who use spiritual power to break free fail to challenge and must not challenge again.

When Jiang Lin heard this, he reacted, is this eighteen layers of hell? There are only eighteen levels in the level, and the rewards must be good, but it seems that it is also very difficult.

This time, there was no shortcut to take, and the surrounding environment was reduced to a cave underground, with several lava flowing on the ground, and human tongues hanging on the stone walls on all sides, which was extremely disgusting. Jiang Lin's whole body spiritual power was sealed and tied to a stone bench.

Jiang Lin tried to slightly urge the spiritual power in his body, and found that as long as he didn't urge with all his strength, he couldn't break free from the layer of imprisonment in his body. When Jiang Lin was no longer worried about the natural reflex and would unintentionally use his spiritual power, a little ghost walked in from the entrance of the cave with a blood-red iron tong in his hand. When the little ghost began to slowly approach, Jiang Lin's body began to tremble slightly, his tongue had begun to numb, and his forehead began to sweat.

It's so terrifying? No, is my perseverance so bad? I still want to stand on the top of Tianxin Mountain and finger Zhongzhou, I still want to accompany Senior Sister Liu to visit Liu's Mountain, and I still want to protect her tribe for her, even though she has made up her mind to leave.

The little ghost opened Jiang Lin's mouth, clamped his tongue with iron tongs, and slowly clenched it. Jiang Lin's body began to twitch, and his hands and feet became stiff. Jiang Lin kept thinking about the profound pictures in his memory at this time to divert his attention.

The things of the earth have long been blurred, and the most profound thing in my mind is the scene when Liu Mei'er turned around and left on the night of the sect, she was dressed in purple, with long hair, a smile and tears on her face, and Liu Mei'er at that moment was the most real. When I see Liu Meier again after fifty years, I always have an indescribable feeling.

Every movement and every force of the little ghost in a second seemed to have made Jiang Lin pass for a year. Ever since Jiang Lin saw Liu Mei'er again, he always had an indescribable feeling, but he didn't want to think about it. Now in this situation, Jiang Lin finally began to feel this way positively, yes, Liu Mei'er seemed to be wearing a mask, she must have something to do with herself.

The little ghost had already tightened his grip on the iron tongs and began to pull out little by little, his tongue as if it was no longer his own, and he was sticking out little by little. The whole body was still twitching unconsciously, and snot and tears began to flow down involuntarily.

Jiang Lin's mind flashed the figure of Fenghua in the Fenghua Immortal Palace, which was the most admired person by Liu Meier, and loneliness can be said to be a true portrayal of Fenghua's life. Jiang Lin began to try to integrate the obsession left by the elegance in his mind into himself, and let himself begin to slowly change into that figure, the figure that seemed to be affectionate to the extreme, but ruthless to the extreme.

The little ghost had already pulled Jiang Lin's tongue to nearly half a meter long, and the edge of the tongue was torn open one after another, and the ground was already bloody. Finally, the tongue was broken from the half, and the imp hung half of his tongue on the stone wall, turned around again and slowly clamped it to the other half. Jiang Lin's body began to become stable at this time, and he began to slowly experience the loneliness in Fenghua's heart, painfully missing and then enjoying missing.

The news of the pass woke Jiang Lin up from that slow thought, and his body suddenly began to twitch violently again. Jiang Lin began to curse angrily in his heart, why should he wake me up from that thinking and start directly? The intense pain was so strong that Jiang Lin couldn't wait for the start of the second level, and this pain had already begun to interfere with Jiang Lin's thinking, so that he could no longer find the feeling he had just now.

Pass the first level of the perseverance test, and the reward will be to open the tongue. The second level of Scissors Hell starts now.

The second level had already begun, and another imp walked in through the hole with a pair of blood-red scissors in his hand. Jiang Lin had begun to be able to hold back the pain a little, and began to recover his thoughts, and when he saw the little ghost coming in with scissors, he knew that he was going to start cutting his fingers.

Jiang Lin knew that it would definitely not work to do this, and he would never reach the realm of treating the body as a stinky skin as the Buddhists said.

Jiang Lin remembered that the reward just now had not been carefully considered, and the tongue consciousness seemed to be one of the eight senses mentioned in Buddhism. The magic grass I got seems to be able to open the eye power, and the thousand miles of eye power belongs to Taoism. Buddhism has vision, if both are opened, will anything change?

Moreover, it seems that the first five of the eight senses of Buddhism do not have much effect, and the tongue consciousness is not bad for Shennong, and he has no intention of tasting the herbs. The seventh and eighth consciousnesses are the most effective, and the alayas can make people's will eternal and immortal. But Jiang Lin knew that it was impossible for him to hold on to that time. It is no wonder that it is said that through the eighteenth layer, the immortal path can be expected, and the will to enter the reincarnation is also eternal and immortal, of course, the immortal road can be expected.

Jiang Lin suddenly felt that his fingers were slowly cut open, and his ten fingers were connected to his heart, and Jiang Lin began to struggle constantly. Jiang Lin kept saying in his heart, I have no spiritual power, I have never entered a new world, what can I do to help myself get through this level.

The imp cut the first finger and did not stop, the scissors slowly began to cut towards the second finger.

Fenghua, Fenghua, loneliness, loneliness, Jiang Lin kept chanting in his mind, which was the only reliance in Jiang Lin's heart. After the pain of having his first finger cut off, Jiang Lin was able to slowly sink into that artistic conception. Yes, in this situation of extreme pain, Jiang Lin slowly integrated Fenghua's figure into his thinking, and loneliness has begun to become a kind of artistic conception.

Brother, brother, are you here? Fenghua only has his brother in his eyes, and there seems to be some dust beside his brother, Fenghua raised his hand to touch the dust. Jiang Lin seemed to be incarnated into the figure in the Fenghua Immortal Palace, there was only one figure in his eyes, and everything else was a floating cloud.

Pass the second level of the perseverance test and reward you for opening your nose. The third level of Iron Tree Hell starts now.

The sound of this pass did not wake Jiang Lin up, he had completely sunk into that artistic conception, and there was only one figure in his eyes, and he had completely forgotten himself.

This time, there was an extra tree in the underground cave, and the leaves were all sharp blades. The little ghost hung Jiang Lin on the tree, stabbed the blade into the back, and slowly went deeper. Blood flowed down the sharp blade drop by drop, and Jiang Lin's body slowly slid down, and the sharp blade below started from the heel and slowly broke through the skin until the scalp.

Jiang Lin's eyes were closed, and his body was only shaking reflexively, like a dead corpse. Until the body was lying in a pool of blood on the ground, the skin on the back had turned into a belt of flesh.

Pass the third level of the perseverance test, and the reward will be to open the body. The fourth level of Mirror Hell starts now.

The sound of this pass woke Jiang Lin up, Jiang Lin just opened his eyes slightly, and sank into that artistic conception again. At this time, the phantom is no longer graceful, and has begun to take on the appearance of Jianglin.

A blood-red bronze mirror appeared in the underground cave, and the little ghost stepped forward to drag Jiang Lin up from the pool of blood, forming blood marks on the ground that he dragged through. In the copper realm, Jiang Lin's sins, sowing discord, slandering and harming people, flamboyant tongue, clever arguments, lying and deceiving people.

The little ghost recovered Jiang Lin's tongue, took out the iron tongs again, and began to pluck his tongue.