Chapter 839

"When will this feast of ghosts open?" Ye Xuan said in a deep voice.

"Three years later, in my Fengdu City, not only our five ghost emperors will get together, but some quasi Saint level figures will also be present if I guess well." Fengdu emperor said in a deep voice.

"Well, I'll be here again in three years, and this woman will follow you for the time being. When I return, I hope she won't have any accidents."

Ye Xuan gave Ye invited Yue a vague look, which also made Ye invited Yue want to say something, but when she saw Ye Xuan shaking her head slowly, it also made Ye invited Yue swallow the words in her mouth.

"Where are you going?"

Looking at Ye Xuan, he already had the intention to leave. Fengdu emperor's face changed slightly. He was deeply afraid that ye Xuan would leave or join hands with others. Wouldn't he be empty?

"Don't worry, I'll be back in three years."

Ye Xuan said this and walked outside the hall, which also made Fengdu emperor helpless to smile. Now the initiative is in Ye Xuan's hands, and he can't stop it. He can only let Ye Xuan leave.

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There are ripples in the void and waves. Ye Xuan walks in the underground. With his every step, he is thousands of miles away. No one can find his existence at all.

Since ye Xuan left Fengdu City, he walked all the way west along the Wuchuan river. The Wuchuan river is too vast and boundless, because the Wuchuan river runs through the whole underground from east to west, and it also vaguely heralds the process of the dead from birth to death.

Eighteen hell!

A terrible and gloomy pronoun, it is very famous among the three worlds of heaven, earth and man, because there are fierce gods and ghosts suppressed here, and there are many evil demons.

A vast hell gate stands in a wasteland. Eighteen Yin light roads are connected with this gate. On the eighteen Yin light roads, black and white impermanence can be seen waving a soul killing stick to escort fierce ghosts into the gate from time to time.

The eighteen roads are connected with the eighteen layers of hell. Each road enters a different hell. These escorted souls are fierce ghosts who have done evil in their lifetime. Only after they have been tortured by the eighteen layers of hell and worn away their resentment will they re-enter the six reincarnations and reincarnate.

Tongue pulling hell!

This is also the first level of the eighteen hell. All living people stir up discord, slander and harm others, smooth talk, argue with each other, lie and deceive people. After death, they are driven into the tongue pulling hell. The imp breaks off people's mouth, clamps their tongue with pliers and pulls it out. It is not pulling it out at once, but stretching and dragging it slowly... Its cruel criminal law is unspeakable.

The second layer of scissors hell, the third layer of iron tree hell... To the infernal hell on the 18th layer!

The hell on the 18th floor of the underworld is notorious. Even if you are a great Luo Jinxian, you can't bear 18 kinds of torture in the hell on the 18th floor.

In addition to torture, there is also a Tibetan king Bodhisattva on the 18th floor of hell. He made the great wish of heaven and earth in the past years. Hell is not empty and vows not to become a Buddha!

Over the years, the Tibetan king Bodhisattva has used the supreme Buddha Dharma to popularize the evil gods and ghosts in the eighteen layers of hell, but his great wish of heaven and earth has never been realized, and he has always been just a Bodhisattva, and he can not achieve the position of Buddha.

However, the practice of the Bodhisattva king of Tibet is not only the flow of quasi saints, but also the existence of quasi saints, but also has a great reputation in the underworld.

When ye Xuan stood at the entrance to the 18th floor of hell, he smiled and went directly into the first floor of tongue pulling hell, and the whole person disappeared into the outside world.

The dead are sad and the fierce ghosts howl miserably. Eighteen judges are in charge of the eighteen levels of hell. Each judge is different from the hell judge, because the judges in charge of the eighteen levels of hell are all made by Da Luo.

On the first floor of tongue pulling hell, I don't know how many fierce ghosts are being tortured. A ferocious and terrible little ghost is applying tongue pulling criminal law to the dead souls of fierce ghosts, which makes tongue pulling hell scream again and again.

Ye Xuan escapes into nothingness. He is walking. He has no feeling of tongue pulling hell. He goes directly to the second hell, because he is not visiting the 18th hell this time.

The second floor... The third floor... The fourth floor... Until the eighteenth floor.

When ye Xuan appeared in the infernal hell on the 18th floor, a Buddha light quietly appeared in the distance, a monk in white sat in the center of the infernal hell, and the sound of chanting scriptures came from his mouth.

Boom!

The Buddha's light is bright and transcends the soul of the dead. The monk in white is the Bodhisattva of the Tibetan king. Under his seat is a spirit beast, but this person and beast did not notice Ye Xuan's arrival.

Eighteen hell is said to be eighteen. In fact, there are only seventeen. At the moment, the infernal hell where ye Xuan is located can actually be said to be a forbidden area in the underworld, and this place is the only way to the dark sea of blood.

not bad

When ye Xuan enters the 18th floor of hell, he will go to the dark sea of blood, because the Hongmeng purple gas is in the hands of the ancestor of the Styx river. He also comes here to get back the Hongmeng purple gas.

"Amitabha!"

When the gods chanted sutras, the Buddha light appeared. Ye Xuan was also wearing a white monk's robe. He walked with his hands together towards the Tibetan king Bodhisattva, which also changed the Tibetan king's face and suddenly looked at Ye Xuan.

"I've seen martial uncle Qingming. The Tibetan king Bodhisattva folded his hands and gave Ye Xuan a Buddhist ceremony. His face gradually calmed down, as if ye Xuan's arrival had been expected.

"You and I are both Buddhists. We don't need to care about these red tape. Is the ancestor of the Styx still in the dark sea of blood?" Ye Xuan asked in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, martial uncle Qingming. It must be mentioned that the sage has sealed the Youming blood sea. The ancestor of the Styx River can't escape, but does martial uncle want to enter the Youming blood sea alone?" The Bodhisattva king of Tibet frowned.

"I'm enough alone. Just wait here."

Ye Xuan didn't have too much dialogue with the Bodhisattva of the Tibetan king, but directly strode forward, only because a Buddhist seal was sealing a blood light portal, in which the sound of rolling waves came. Obviously, behind the portal was the sea of netherworld blood, in which the ancestor of Styx River and his Asura family were among them.

Buzz!

Ye Xuan pinched the formula with both hands, and a little Buddha light entered the portal. He saw that the seal under zhunti cloth suddenly collapsed without a trace, and ye Xuan also stepped into the bloody portal at the moment.

As ye Xuan entered the dark sea of blood, the Bodhisattva of the Tibetan king frowned. He put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name: "listen carefully, can you see what his feet are?"

"The Dharma of Ten Thousand Buddhas does not see the true face. This person's cultivation is too much higher than you, and the Buddha light around him is extremely pure. Although I can listen to the truth of all things, this person is foggy..." Listen to the spirit beast shaking his head.

"Amitabha!"

The Tibetan king Bodhisattva recited the Buddha's name low and frowned tightly.

"The sage zhunti told me to wait for his arrival here. If he fought with the old ancestor of Styx, he also told me to help him. This man is by no means simple." The king of Tibet sighed.