Chapter 119: Eighteen Purgatory (3)

The sixth layer of purgatory, the death of the five internal organs!

When you reach this sixth layer of purgatory, the flesh and blood, muscles and bones, and internal organs of your whole body are all in extreme pain at the same time, and this kind of pain is simply terrible, far from being able to bear it.

With such terrifying pain, even a Void Yuan Realm monk would be killed alive, but almost no Void Yuan Realm monk could survive to this level, because the vast majority of people couldn't bear it in the first five layers of purgatory and cut themselves off.

It's like Mo Nianci, a Saint King Realm cultivator, if it weren't for Zao Wouji's dissuasion, he would have committed suicide many times, and it would be impossible to come to this level.

Even Mo Nianci, who had the cultivation of the Saint King Realm, was like this, let alone the others.

In fact, there are countless strong people who have fallen in these eighteenth layers of purgatory, ordinary people, void, void yuan realm, metamorphosis, Xuanzong realm, and even the Holy King, Huangji, Zunluo, Emperor Yi, and Emperor Ancestor have all appeared here in these countless years.

However, there is no one in ten thousand who can survive this sixth layer of purgatory, and I don't know how many monks have committed suicide in the first five layers, trapped in these eighteen purgatory for eternity.

With Zao Wou-ki's encouragement, the visitor finally survived the death of the five internal organs and came to the seventh layer of purgatory.

"The Seventh Purgatory, the Death of Life and Death!"

In a flash, Zao Wou-Ki and Mo Nianci came to the new space, and as soon as they came to this new space, their bodies were completely recovered, and the flesh and bones that had been bitten by the black insects were all recovered, and none of those black insects were missing.

"Haha, I said it's all an illusion!" Zao Wouji laughed.

Mo Nianci also cried with joy, hugged Zao Wouji's arm tightly, and didn't even part there.

But the two of them had just rejoiced for a moment, when suddenly, a terrifying beam of light struck.

"Whoosh!"

"Ahh

"Your uncle, it's really bleeding, isn't this an illusion?" Zhao Wouji broke open and scolded, but before he could finish scolding, several beams of light struck in a row.

Whether it was Zhao Wouji, who was comparable to the Void Yuan Realm, or Mo Nianci, who had the cultivation of the Saint King Realm, they were all injured by this terrifying Gang Qi without any resistance, from the initial external injuries, to the later internal organs, muscles and bones, various injuries, and injuries.

The pain of flesh and blood, muscles and bones at least has an end, and it will end after being bitten by black insects, this is this layer of purgatory, although it is not as terrible as the pain of the internal organs of the sixth layer of purgatory, but in fact it is a hundred times more cruel.

Because each beam will leave a long period of severe pain on your body, for example, a beam of light shoots through your heart, the heart will recover in a short time, but the pain of the heart being pierced is retained, although every beam attack will not hurt your life, but the pain after each beam attack is retained, so a superposition.

What's even more terrifying is that no matter how much pain it is, Zao Wou-Ki and Mo Nianci will not faint in pain, but will be extremely conscious, as if they want to make you feel what real pain is, what is the ultimate pain.

Later, it was not only the beam attack that was shot out, but also the sharp swords and arrows, which were shot continuously.

Thousands of knives, thousands of arrows piercing the heart, there is no pain, only more pain, people can't see the end of the pain at all, they can't see the slightest hope, even Zao Wou-ki, who has strong willpower, is about to be unable to support it.

This feeling that life is worse than death, if it is only for a short time, everyone is willing to try to persevere, but if it is so rambling, it is better to really die early and relieve the pain.

"Stinky rascal, otherwise, let's die together, I can't hold on, thank you for your company along the way, thank you......" At this moment, Zao Wou-Ki and Mo Nianci had already fallen to the ground in pain, and Mo Nianci slowly closed his eyes after saying this, as if he was ready to die.

"Mo Nianci, you are not allowed to die without my permission, Lao Tzu has not married you yet, you are not allowed to die!" Zhao Wouji ignored the pain between words, suddenly turned over and pressed Mo Nianci underneath, and kissed Mo Nianci affectionately.

Mo Nianci was moved to tears, and hugged Zao Wouji's neck and responded enthusiastically.

The surrounding swords and swords, and colorful beams of light seem to have become a romantic foil at this moment.

After a long time, with a flash of light, Zao Wou-Ki and Mo Nianci finally succeeded in coming to the seventh purgatory to the eighth purgatory.

"Eighth purgatory, riddled with illness!"

When the two of them entered the Eighth Purgatory, the pain of the Seventh Purgatory was still there, but fortunately, the countless beams of light around them disappeared, and the pain no longer superimposed.

At this time, in addition to the extreme pain, Zao Wou-Ki and Mo Nianci also felt that their heads began to be dizzy, their minds were in a trance, their bodies were weak, and a very weak feeling permeated their bodies.

"Stinky rascal...... I'm so dizzy, so uncomfortable. Mo Nianci whispered in Zao Wou-ki's ear, even his voice was extremely weak.

"It's okay, just hold on for a while!" Zao Wou-Ki said, but his voice was extremely weak and weak.

The more they went to the back, the more serious the discomfort of Zao Wou-Ki and the others became, ranging from colds, headaches, and toothaches to infectious diseases, plagues, smallpox, body sores and pus, and various incurable diseases one after another.

Ordinary monks rarely get sick as long as they reach the Spirit Wheel Realm realm, because they rarely get sick, and once they get sick, the torture and severity of the illness can be several times worse than that of ordinary people.

At this time, Zao Wou-Ki and Mo Nianci suffered the extreme torture of illness in a row under the premise that their previous injuries were extreme.

Two different kinds of pain struck together, and in the end, the torture of the disease even overshadowed the pain.

Zhao Wuji held Mo Nianci's hand tightly, his voice was very weak, and he said weakly: "Nianci, no matter how painful and tortured it is, as long as I live, you will not be allowed to die!"

"I will definitely accompany you to the end!" Mo Nianci replied weakly.

"Okay! Even if the pain is increasing a thousand, ten thousand times, Lao Tzu will never commit suicide cowardly!" A huge desire to survive burst out from Zao Wou-ki's body, and at the same time, a flash of light lit up from the two of them, and the two of them disappeared directly into the Eighth Purgatory and came to the Ninth Purgatory!

"Ninth Purgatory, Wind Candle Remnant!"

When he arrived at the Ninth Purgatory, Zao Wou-Ki's will to survive was strangely fading, and a huge sense of exhaustion came over him, and at the same time, he felt that the time around him seemed to be draining at an extremely fast speed.

Originally, with the cultivation of Zao Wou-Ki and Mo Nianci, they had already gotten rid of the cycle of life and death, but this time, Zao Wou-Ki actually felt that he was aging rapidly.

Zao Wou-Ki turned his head to look at Mo Nianci, and found that Mo Nianci's originally delicate and lovely face slowly wrinkled, her spirit became old and weak, and her hair was slowly turning pale.

These are not the most important, what is important is that there is a thought that it is better to live than to die is slowly eroding the souls of Zao Wou-Ki and Mo Nianci.

Zao Wou-Ki and Mo Nianci were able to support the Ninth Purgatory because the two of them had a strong desire to survive, hope, and the will to survive, if the two of them did not have the will to survive, they would be extremely fragile at all, and it would be easy to disintegrate the last layer of their psychological defense.

As the willpower to survive was gradually fading, Mo Nianci once again wanted to pick up the dagger and cut her throat to kill herself, but Zao Wou-Ki immediately grabbed her hand holding the dagger.

Even later, even Zao Wou-ki's heart flashed countless thoughts of wanting to commit suicide to relieve his pain, just when Zao Wou-Ki was about to collapse, there was an extremely soft golden light flashing on his wrist, which was the brilliance emitted by the supreme treasure of the Holy Buddha Relic of the Great Compassion Temple, the Holy Buddha Relic was of no use at all in ordinary battles, but it could comprehend the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and the supreme treasure of refining the soul was far more precious than the treasures above the offensive weapons or defensive weapons of the same level.

Under the swagger of that soft, holy golden light, Zao Wou-Ki suddenly came to his senses.

"In this ghost place, as long as your will to survive is stronger, the less it will corrode you, and the more depressed you are, the more he will hurt. The first eight purgatory, it seems that the pain is endless, it is better to die early and get out early, but it only requires a strong will to live to an extreme, and it is natural to be able to break through!"

Zhao Wouji's confused eyes suddenly flashed a fine light, and he became extremely energetic, and at the same time took out a bracelet made of relics from the Qiankun bag, which was a bracelet made of white beads made of relics, at that time, Mu Qingyang refined ten relics bracelets for him, gave Mu Qingyang one, and Zhao Wuji had nine.

The owners of these relics before their lives all had 10,000 years of cultivation, and they were a super strong person who had reached the realm of the emperor's ancestors, and the relics bracelet that Zao Wou-Ki took out was the treasure second only to the holy Buddha relics bracelet on his body.

"Nianci, quickly drop blood and recognize the Lord!" Zhao Wouji stuffed the bracelet into Mo Nianci's hand, but unfortunately Mo Nianci had no strength at this time, and was still languishing, lying motionless on the ground.

Zhao Wuji was a little helpless, and he bit Mo Nianci's hand to help her drip blood to recognize the master.

As a gentle golden light covered Mo Nianci's body, Mo Nianci gradually came to his senses, but his will to survive was still weak.

"Am I dead?"

"Listen to me, the more you want to die in this ghost place, the faster it will let you die, the more you want to be strong and survive, he can't help you!" Zhao Wouji held Mo Nianci's hand tightly, but at this moment, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed around Zhao Wouji.

Zhao Wuji exclaimed, "Not good, I'm going to the Tenth Purgatory!"

Zao Wou-Ki and Mo Nianci were both shocked, and Zao Wou-Ki was going to the Tenth Purgatory, indicating that the two were about to separate.

Before Zhao Wou-Ki disappeared, he shouted: "Nian Ci, you have to remember, you must not die if I don't die, if you want to go to the tenth purgatory, the will to survive must be strong, if you are weak, it will be strong, if you are strong, he will be weak, the will of life and death is opposed, this is the real purpose of the eighteen purgatory, remember, I want the tenth purgatory to wait for you ......"

Zao Wou-Ki's figure suddenly disappeared, but his voice lingered in the Ninth Purgatory for a long time.

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