"Yam Luo City!" Sand Monk lay quietly in the hands of the long-tongued ghost Li Zhi. He observed the surroundings with a trace of immortal consciousness as Li Zhi moved forward. He sighed when he thought of the last time he was brought into the city by a bull-headed horse face.
Yes, here it is not as gloomy and weird as he imagined, but a lively scene. Just like in the human world, there is no shortage of food, clothing, shelter and transportation. Sha Monk also noticed that the ghosts that appeared here had the lowest level of cultivation equivalent to that of the underworld soldiers, and had the ability to condense and transform into bodies. And this has also led to all kinds of strange ghosts, all of which are caused by accidents or intentional changes when transforming. []
Originally, according to Sha Monk¡¯s plan, after entering Yama City, he separated from the long-tongued ghost Li Zhi. But when he discovered that the direction Li Zhi was walking in was consistent with the direction that Canpo sensed in his mind, he was no longer in a hurry to leave him.
The most he knows about hell is that his cheap elder brother, Sun Wukong, said some of the things that caused the turmoil in the Hall of Hell. And these have no effect on him at all. There is no place he wants to go to the Palace of Yama. If possible, he would rather hide far away. He does not think that he can have any friendship with King Yama, nor does he think that he is as useful as Sun Wukong, and has the qualifications to act for him from Buddhism, Heaven and Hell.
So, when Sha Monk found himself in hell, he already understood that there were some places he couldn't go.
Li Zhi strode along the streets paved with Mingshi, looking at the lively streets, he felt a little confused: "Why did you come back so early this time?"
He frowned and thought for a long time. When he noticed the stone in his hand, he suddenly realized: "Oh, by the way, it's to hide this treasure!"
"Hey, let's see what Red Hair's expression is when the time comes."
"Well, by the way, what kind of treasure is this? Why can't I remember it?" Li Zhi's tongue hanging on his waist trembled, thinking to himself.
"No matter what, I'll ask the captain when the time comes!" Li Zhi picked up the gray stone in his right hand and walked forward faster.
At this time, Sha Monk, who turned into stone, noticed that as Li Zhi walked forward, the number of figures on the street continued to decrease. Moreover, Sha Monk also noticed that when they were here, they walked to the other side intentionally or unintentionally, and at a very fast speed.
After a while, a thirty-foot-tall hall appeared in front. The dark red palace door was half-covered, and the pitiful cries of ghosts could be heard in the hall. There were complex emotions such as resentment, anger, regret, etc. mixed together in the cries. If a timid person hears this, he will surely die of heart trembling and fear.
However, in such a gloomy and dark hall, a sense of righteousness from heaven and earth hovers outside the hall!
"I can feel that Xiaoxin's remnant soul is inside!" At this moment, Sha Monk noticed the thoughts coming from the remnants of the three souls in his mind, and did not see the dark plaque above the main hall at all.
On the dark plaque, there are five blood-red characters written "Eighteen Levels of Hell!" Under the five blood-red characters, the names of the eighteen levels of hell are written: Diaojin Prison, Netherworld Prison, and Fire Pit. Hell, Fengdu Hell, Tongue Pulling Hell, Skinning Hell, Oil Pot Hell, Darkness Hell, Knife Mountain Hell, Grinding Hell, Punching Machine Prison, Car Collapsing Hell, Ice Hell, Shelling Hell, Intestinal Extraction Hell, Blood Pool Hell , Abi Prison, and Scale Prison.
If Sha Monk notices it, he will understand why pedestrians on all sides are dodging here, not daring to look directly at it. The eighteen levels of hell, for ghosts, are like sharp swords hanging above their heads, so they have to be afraid.
When Li Zhi, the long-tongued ghost, faced the main hall, he sat with an upright expression and strode towards the inside. Turning a deaf ear to the howling sounds that kept drilling into his ears.
"Stop, my identity card!"
As soon as Li Zhigang, the long-tongued ghost, stepped into the palace door, a loud and shocking shout rang out.
In the empty hall, there was only a black vortex in the center, slowly rotating.
"Tongue-pulling hell, dead man Li Zhi!" Li Zhi bowed respectfully, while untying the waistband and raising one hand. Li Zhi didn't know who the big shot was in this hall, but he clearly remembered that the general who brought him here for the first time was very respectful. Then, every time he came in and out, he maintained his respect.
I saw a gray light shooting out from the black vortex in the center of the hall, shining on the black waistband held high by Li Zhi. After a moment, the gray light disappeared. As the gray light disappeared, the voice did not sound.
Li Zhi took back his badge and walked towards the black whirlpool. There was only one sentence at a time, and he was used to it, so he didn't plan to stay.
But, this time is different. The voice sounded again, but the content of the voice made Li Zhi tremble.
"Since fellow Taoist is here, why don't you show up to meet us and have a chat? Wouldn't it be wonderful?" After the words fell, a slender figure in a long gown appeared in front of the whirlpool, stroking a three-foot green beard, surrounded by an elegant atmosphere, Like a deep poolHe stared closely at Li Zhi, the long-tongued ghost. No, to be precise, he was staring at the right hand of the long-tongued ghost Li Zhi.
"Haha, why, isn't this young man qualified to see you yet?" Shaking his head and chuckling, the scribe slowly took a few steps forward, and his aura burst out of his body, shrouding the front.
"In other words, do you think Xiaosheng didn't notice you?"
"My lord, no, my lord" Under the aura of the scribe, the long-tongued ghost Li Zhi had already fallen to his knees and said with a trembling cry on his face!
Before Li Zhi could finish speaking, he felt his right hand loosen, and the dark stone he considered a treasure floated into the air, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a strong man three feet tall. The long-tongued ghost Li Zhi was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that this underworld stone was really a treasure.
Sha Monk, who had recovered his true form, looked at the scribe in front of him solemnly. At this moment, Sha Seng did not feel any unwillingness in his heart. He had never thought that he could be in a deserted place in Yama City by relying on the magic of illusion. If he thought so, it would be an insult to his own IQ.
"Who are you?" Sha Monk asked in a deep voice while staring at the scribe with his peripheral vision and looking towards the dark corners. The other party's smile didn't make Sha Seng feel at all relaxed. Not to mention anything else, even if the aura that reaches the golden immortal realm is now pressing on him, he must not let himself be underestimated.
"Haha, I am a young book historian under the judge, Li Yue!" But there was no smile in his cold eyes. The aura on his body also continued to increase, pressing towards the opponent.
"Book history!" Sha Monk's heart sank. A small book history can reach the realm of golden immortality. And listening to Li Yue's tone, there must be more than one book historian under the judge. If each book historian has the cultivation level of the Golden Immortal Realm, that means that his own strength is only average in the underworld. Got it!
Li Yue saw the look in Sha Seng's eyes and knew in her heart that the other party was not a creature from hell. Because everyone in hell knows that Judge Cui's book history is not judged by his cultivation, but by his ability. However, he had no idea of ??reminding Sha Seng of his random thoughts. The more the other party thinks about it, the more confused his mind becomes. He wants the other party to think more about this kind of thing.
However, Li Yue didn't know that this kind of conjecture only made Sha Seng more vigilant, but it couldn't make him afraid.
At the same time, he was also wary of Sha Seng. He could see Sha Monk's cultivation at the twelfth level of Xuanxian Dzogchen at a glance, but for some reason, whenever he wanted to take action, there was a throbbing in his heart, a dangerous throbbing. It was this kind of throbbing that made him choose to seek help instead of taking action immediately. Moreover, the other party showed no expression under the pressure of his growing momentum. This was the second reason why he chose to ask for help.
Faced with Li Yue's increasing aura, Sha Seng had nothing to do, but the long-tongued ghost Li Zhi, who was forgotten next to Sha Seng, had already fainted under the pressure of Li Yue's aura.
"It's really thunder in the palm of my hand!"
As the two of them looked at each other, Sha Seng's loud shout was so abrupt, and he pointed his right hand at Li Yue.
Looking at the palm pointed at his face, and feeling the surging immortal power in the opponent's body, Li Yue couldn't help being startled and prepared to dodge. With the Thunder Immortal Technique in the Palm, even if he received a blow, he would still be seriously injured. It's just that the other party's shout is so awkward!
But, can Sha Monk, who has to learn even the magic of minor magic, be able to master the advanced magic of thunder in the palm of his hand?