Chapter 631 Eighteenth Level Hell (please ask for monthly tickets)
Tick!
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The clouds fade away and the rain clears, drops of blood fall to the ground, mixed in the rain, sprinkled into the dry earth, and is absorbed by the earth in an instant.
Lu Zhong, the temple warrior who was originally fierce, was half kneeling on the ground, his big sword with his hands broke halfway, and bleeding from the corners of his mouth.
And around him, layers of paper people seemed endless...
"Evil Demon!"
Lu Zhong looked at Fang Xing, his eyes burst out: "Even if I die today, justice will win! One day, my teammates will take off your head on my behalf and be under the gaze of the gods..."
"Oh? You won't see that day."
Fang Xing seemed to be interested and stood in front of Lu Zhong: "Temple Warrior... Before I asked your name, you attacked me indiscriminately... I decided that I want to take away your soul and let you possess it. On the paper man, he will always suffer torture."
This is of course a lie. Enemies at this level are not worth his doing so.
The reason why Fang Xing is like this is because he feels that there is a trump card on this temple warrior.
Moreover, he is quite interested and just try it out.
"No! Even if my soul falls into the underworld, I will insist on faith...and my **** will eventually save me!"
Lu Zhong had piety and faith on his face.
Suddenly, he looked at the approaching Fang Xing's original, and a trace of success appeared in his eyes: "And you will be exiled with me!"
In an instant, Lu Zhong tore a talisman around his neck.
This is a high-level wonder thing given to him by the teachings of the God of Redemption - the exile talisman! There is a one-time exile spell stored in it, and has been blessed by the gods, with a high priority level!
In an instant, a layer of spiritual light wrapped around Fang Xing and Lu Zhong.
Almost instantly, the two were exiled from the mundane world and disappeared without a trace.
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Underworld.
The surroundings are red, with hot and high temperatures.
The earth is dry and cracked...
Occasionally, you can see unwilling souls lying on the ground wailing, and their bodies keep becoming illusory...
Some ghosts seem to be unable to withstand this kind of suffering anymore, and they directly turn into nothingness and their souls are scattered.
This is the first level of the eighteen levels of **** - the scorching hell!
Since there is no need to consider reincarnation and other things, just torture the soul, there are almost no gods in hell, and only various tortures are available.
Hissing!
A flash of inspiration.
Fang Xing and Lu Zhong appeared in a hot **** almost at the same time.
“It’s so hot…”
Fang Xing used his hand as a fan and slapped it twice.
He felt this way, and he could imagine how torture those souls should be subjected.
Not far away, Lu Zhong was already angry and seemed to die in the next moment.
"God...I'm here!"
Although Lu Zhong was about to die, his eyes were bright, as if he had seen the Kingdom of God he longed for.
But the next moment!
—Advanced natural healing!
A green light fell on him, causing his injuries to recover quickly.
Lu Zhong turned over and stood up in disbelief, looking at Fang Xing.
This is definitely a demon in the Yang Shen Realm. For some reason, he actually started to heal him.
It was obvious that the other party must be considering the torture that torture him!
As soon as he thought of this, Lu Zhong's face immediately showed a look of dying and refusing to surrender.
If it weren't forbidden to commit suicide by the doctrine of the God of Redemption, he would have cut himself off as soon as the moment he fell into the underworld, and then his soul went to the Kingdom of God.
But it is not too late at this time. With his rank in the church, God's messenger will soon come to save him from the sea of suffering.
But not long after, a hint of shock and doubt appeared on Lu Zhong's face.
He quickly knelt down and prayed loudly: "Lord of Redemption, you are the incarnation of salvation and the judge of worldly justice... I pray for your favor, for your listening, for your bets and look..."
Half a day passed, but there was still no response.
Lu Zhong suddenly turned around and looked at Fang Xing with his gaze that he wanted to eat people: "Evil Demon, is it you?"
"Haha...you are just passively influenced by my talent."
Fang Xing laughed.
I didn't expect that the effect of "Divine Eyes" is so good, just like opening a fog on the battlefield.
Not only himself, but also clergy who are in conflict with his fate or who are too close to him will also be affected.
But this situation was indeed caused by him.
After all, Fang Xing had long wanted to come to the underworld to see the eighteen levels of hell.
Before, through perception, I realized that Lu Zhong was carrying a "track ticket" on him, so I was unceremonious to get on the bus. No, it should be said that Lu Zhong forced him into the bus.
At this time, Lu Zhong's expression was a little broken, and he murmured: "My Lord... Why can't your power reach this place? No...I can't shake...my faith..."
Fang Xing was too lazy to pay attention to him and let go of his perception.
"Well, the eighteenth level **** is indeed the lower plane structure. This is the first layer of scorching hell, and the second layer is the ice prison... Only in this purgatory of ice and fire, which tortures the immortal souls will take the initiative to fall to the voluntary purgatory of the two levels of ice and fire. The lower level of hell…” “The third level seems to be the hanging tendon prison? Next is the tongue-pulling prison, the skinning prison, the pulverizing prison, the car crash prison... until the final Avici Hell!”
"In short, even if the souls of the unbeliever who fall here, even if they survive the seventeenth level of **** in the first level, they must endure eternal torture and torture in the eighteenth level of Avici Hell... to intimidate those who are unbeliever."
"Huh? No... The structure of these eighteen levels of **** is a bit weird... The main body is similar to an inverted pyramid... but spirituality flows in it... Is this a formation that constantly tortures the soul and grasps the essence of it?"
Fang Xing couldn't help but be amazed.
The gods really make a fancy to their faith. Even the souls of unbelievers will be killed by one stone and make great contributions after death.
However, as usual, the souls of those who are untrust will be covered by walls. Now they are just wasteful use, and it seems that nothing is wrong.
"Hungry...I'm so hungry..."
Just as the land collapsed and Fang Xing was thinking, a soul floated over.
He showed a middle-aged image, with a frost on his face and bandages on his hands. He seemed to be an experienced warrior when he was young.
But at this time, the lower limbs of the soul were illusory, and they had obviously been tortured to a certain extent, and even their thoughts were a little blurred.
"There is naturally no food in the eighteen levels of hell."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
"Therefore, the souls that fell here must also endure the trouble of hunger and thirst at all times..."
Fang Xing sighed.
In addition to these eighteen levels of hell, there is an invisible **** of starving ghosts.
Fortunately, the druids can't starve to death wherever they go.
As soon as he thought of this, he took out a few seeds from his arms and planted them on the earth.
Strange to say!
The earth in this scorching **** is extremely hot, and the seeds should be roasted when they fall to the ground.
But at this time, the surface of the seeds just turned red and began to take root and sprout...
Not long after, the red bamboos as red as fire grew out and rose one by one.
This "fire jade bamboo" is a by-product of Fang Xing's time when Qingling bamboo was planted. It is considered a mutated spiritual plant and requires extremely fire spirit energy.
But in the scorching hell, there is nothing else, but the heat is enough.
This fire jade bamboo continues to grow and grow... and then it makes a bursting sound.
Bang!
A piece of bamboo cracked and fell into Fang Xing's hands.
Fang Xing broke it apart and saw that it was full of red jade-like spiritual rice, which had been steamed now.
The red jade spirit corn is as crystal clear as jade, and it also has a mellow fragrance.
Even Lu Zhong, who was collapsing next to him, subconsciously moved his neck.
"Give it to you."
Fang Xing was not hungry at this time and threw the bamboo tube containing the bamboo rice in his hand to the ghost.
The ghost stretched out his hand and could actually grab the bamboo tube, and then immediately started to feast on it.
"Don't worry... there are a lot here."
Fang Xing smiled and planted another strange vine.
When green gourds emerge on the vines, a chill burst out.
Fang Xing picked a mouth of the green-skinned gourd, opened the gourd's mouth, and a sweet spring suddenly surged out.
As a legendary druid, as long as he wants to give him a certain amount of time to plant all the eighteen levels of hells with various plants and turn them into heaven, it is nothing more than a mistake.
At this time, the starving warrior ghost had eaten more than a dozen pieces of bamboo rice, and his expression seemed to have become a little clearer.
"Okay, after eating my meal, I will work for me."
Fang Xing grabbed the ghost, and the magic of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.
After obtaining the Taoist sects of the ten sects of good and evil and completing the soul-seeking technique, his current soul-searching technique has become better than others.
Soon, the life of this middle-aged soldier appeared before his eyes.
This veteran of war is named 'Wu Yong', and is a devout believer of the God of War. For the sake of the gods' cause, he could give up everything and join the elite corps of the God of War, escaped dozens of times, and then retired and returned. In the countryside, marry and have children.
Speaking of which, this should be a very common story, but he married his wife too beautifully, and not every clergy in the war church is a saint who is pure and desireless...
When the incident happened, Wu Yong had already lost his wife and children. He was so crazy that he directly sharpened the rusty sword brought back from the battlefield and took the life of the priest.
Then, he was beaten as a "faithless person" and was not only killed, but also going to **** after his death, waiting for his soul to disappear...
"He actually still has faith, but the church of the God of War abandoned him."
Fang Xing shook his head and threw the ghost.
Lu Zhong trembled all over and was possessed by a ghost, as if he felt the ghost's life: "No..."
Two lines of blood and tears flowed out of his eyes. After all, as a temple warrior, he must abide by justice: "Why is this happening?"
"It's very simple, because the procedure is wrong. Even if Wu Yong's behavior is just, he must die!"
Fang Xing sneered: "In the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, even if you are wronged, you can pray to Shangguan to make decisions for you, but you just can't make decisions for yourself! This is called rebellion! Of course, you have to suppress it hard!"
"But this is not the key. The key is that although this man killed the priest of the God of War, he still believed in the God of War... but the **** abandoned him and let him suffer here until his soul was scattered..."
Fang Xing's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped something: "This violates the contract between man and God. People offer faith and obtain redemption after death. This should not be violated!"
(End of this chapter)
