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Volume One Chapter 51 Thousands of Muscles

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    Chapter 51: Thousands of Muscles and Veins

    Sha Monk raised his head and looked forward, and saw a ferocious-looking strong man looking up and laughing. He was dressed in a long blood-colored coat, with a big word "pawn" printed on his chest. It was extremely twisted, which represented the death of the underworld pawn.  identity of.  In Sha Monk's eyes, the word "pawn" is like a living creature, twisting its body from time to time, which is extremely weird.  There were two dark iron chains hanging around his waist, one of which was placed around his neck.

    "Hey, Lao Tu, are you lucky? You just got the top quality goods as soon as you arrived at Black Mire No. 3!" Mingzu, who was wearing the same clothes as Diao Tu, shook the chain in his hand and said with some envy.  []

    "Old Tu, you have a great chance this time. Look, this form has almost become a physical body! However, such top-quality goods are rare in thousands of years!" The eyes of a dark soldier behind him glowed with a faint green light, full of excitement.  He looked at Sha Seng with salivation.

    "Hehehehe! Luck, luck!" Diao Tu smiled with a smile on his face and excitedly held his hands over the two dead soldiers who spoke out.

    "Oh, what a misfortune. They are actually inferior goods with unstable bodies! They are both produced by Black Mire No. 3. Why are they so different? Damn it!" And one of the underworld pawns who took action early looked at Sha Monk and then  He lowered his head and looked at the ghost who was still sitting on the ground unable to get up. His shape was scattered and his face was full of bad luck.  A green light flashed in his eyes, and it was obvious that the ghost in his hands was going to be unlucky.

    Sha Monk glanced at the underworld pawn named Diaotu, and looked down at the iron chain around his neck, as if his whole body was tied up, extremely stiff.  He knew clearly in his heart that this chain was probably not just for locking them up.  Based on the conversations of those ghost soldiers, I secretly thought in my mind: "Body, listening to their words, it seems that the more solid the body of the ghost, the greater the benefit to them. Now, they all seem to regard themselves as ghosts with solid souls.  !!¡±

    "A ghost with a body is rare in a thousand years, which means that ghosts here will also have a body!" Thinking, Sha Monk lowered his head and glanced at the underworld pawn behind Diaotu.

    "Then, if I own a **, according to their words, it is a rare item that is rare to find in a thousand years!"

    ¡°It¡¯s good to do this, so that you can blend into the hell of hanging bars!¡±

    As soon as his thoughts changed, Sha Seng's biggest worry was relieved.  Sha Seng was more assured about his life.  Because he clearly knows that the eighteenth level of hell is just a punishment hell. As long as he can persist in completing the criminal law, his life will not be threatened at all.  At the same time, Sha Monk looked back at the black mire behind him and saw with his own eyes an illusory ghost that became solid after being transferred into the black mire and floating up.

    "It seems that my guess was correct. No wonder my body felt like something was drilling into the black mire!" Thinking about it, a smile appeared on Sha Monk's downcast face.

    "Moreover, my body has doubled in strength in the black mire and is no longer weak and weak."

    "Boy, let's go!" Diaotu didn't care what Sha Seng was thinking. After bidding farewell to the underworld pawn beside him, he pulled the iron chain with his right hand and walked out of the black mire.

    The force of Diaotu's casual move was simply irresistible to Sha Monk at this time.  The unprepared Sha Seng was about to fall to the ground when he was pulled by the sudden force.  But with his relatively strong body, he exerted force on his waist, finally staggered a few steps, and followed Diaotu steadily.

    At this time, Sha Monk saw a similarly twisted word "Diao" on Diao Tu's back, which exactly corresponded to the "Pawn" on his chest.

    "Hey, boy, that's good!" Sha Seng's performance attracted shouts of praise from the front!

    "Thank you for the compliment, sir!" Sha Monk raised his hands and cupped his hands towards Diao Tu.  His expression was dull, as if the person with the chain around his neck was not him.

    Seeing Sha Seng¡¯s calm performance, Diao Tu¡¯s eyes flashed with a strange color, he nodded, stopped talking, and walked quickly forward.

    Just a hundred feet away from the black mire, the originally quiet surroundings heard a large and tragic sound, which penetrated into Sha Monk's ears continuously.  It was as if, in one step, Sha Seng had entered another world.

    Sha Monk couldn't help but frown. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the fire, and was suddenly startled.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????: The indescribable fires in front of us are densely packed like stars on the vast land. Rows of cross-shaped wooden frames stand next to the fires.  On each wooden frame, there is a ghost whose body is twisted like a hemp rope, and in front of the wooden frame, stands a ghost.  Whenever the ghost on the wooden frame returns to its human form, the ghost in front of the wooden frame is seen grinning and reaching out, picking up a pair of pointed two-handed pliers placed next to it. In the ghost's scream of confession,  Carefully pull out a red meridian.  When a meridian was pulled out, the ghost on the wooden frame had already become extremely distorted, and its already scattered body became illusory again.

    Hangjin hell, silence ÓüThe troubles and anxieties are all due to the thousands of deeds you have done during your lifetime, and you will be blamed for them after your death.

    Hell, a place of karma and retribution!

    Quickly coming back to his senses, Sha Seng followed behind Diaotu with a calm expression.

    "Well, this, this boy!" A look of disbelief flashed across Sha Seng's face, which was always paying attention. This mortal ghost was only surprised when seeing such a scene, and was not afraid.

    But immediately, Diaotu burst into laughter. Such excellent things are rare.

    "It seems that this time, I have a good chance of completing the Thousands of Muscles!" Thinking about it, Diaotu became even more happy.

    In the Diaojin Hell, there are only two necessary conditions for changing from a Dark Soldier to a Dark Soldier.  First, the cultivation level must be upgraded from human immortal to earth immortal; second, to complete thousands of tendons and thousands of veins, and take out a thousand tendons and ten thousand veins from a ghost.

    Diao Tu¡¯s cultivation reached the third level of Earth Immortal a hundred years ago, and he was about to be promoted from underworld soldier to underworld soldier, but he still failed to complete the task of thousands of sinews and veins.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: The number of ghosts who were tortured at the hands of Diao Tu was not even a million, nor much less.  But he never completed Qiansu Ten Thousand Meridians. In this way, Diaotu was stuck on the second condition for being promoted to the Underworld Soldier.

    And this is why he was so excited after seeing Sha Seng in Diaotu.  Because, in Sha Monk, he once again saw hope, the hope of completing thousands of sinews and veins, the hope of being promoted from a soldier of the underworld to a soldier of the underworld.

    The difference between underworld soldiers and underworld soldiers is not only reflected in their titles.  Underworld guards, to put it bluntly, are jailers, who are at the bottom of the eighteen levels of hell.  The underworld soldiers, on the other hand, have officially become the guards of the eighteenth level of hell. The two are completely different.

    Pulled by the iron chain, after a while, Sha Monk had arrived in front of the fire.

    At this time, the sound of screams had already filled the sky, and the muscles and veins were being pulled out in the sound of confession. Only after he had confessed all the things he had done in front of him could he leave the hell of hanging muscles, join the team heading to the Samsara Bridge, and drink  Meng Po Tang, enter the six paths of reincarnation.

    Without stopping, Sha Monk walked in the gap between the fires.  Amidst the screams of ghosts, the underworld soldiers in front of the wooden frame were busy in full swing.  They didn't even have time to take a look at Diao Tu and Sha Seng walking past them.

    "Bad luck!" A voice full of anger came from the right.

    Sha Monk turned around and saw a dark soldier not far to the right staring at the wooden frame in front of him with an extremely ugly expression.

    On the wooden frame of the underworld, an almost transparent ghost was hung on it. The transparent form continued to dissipate after the underworld stopped.  Sha Monk can conclude that after three breaths, the transparent ghost will definitely dissipate and his soul will fly away.

    "Damn it!" Seeing that the transparent ghost was about to dissipate, the expression of the underworld soldier standing in front of the wooden frame changed several times.  With his right hand, he pulled the twisted word "hang" on his chest, and a meridian twisting like a spiritual snake appeared in the hand of the underworld soldier, and was then slapped into the transparent ghost on the wooden frame by the underworld soldier.  Then, the shape of the transparent ghost stopped dissipating and slowly solidified.

    Finally, the ugly-looking ghost was lowered from the wooden frame, put on a black iron chain, and walked toward the back while holding the ghost in his hand.

    "Baijin saved a ghost, it seems that boy lost again!" Diao Tu shook his head and looked at the underworld pawn.

    Hearing Diao Tu¡¯s words, Sha Monk felt even more relieved. Just as he guessed, in the eighteenth level of hell, the tortured ghosts cannot be allowed to dissipate.
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