Chapter 819 The Eight Hells

The first part of the eighteen layers of hell, the eight great hells, is the most fundamental, filled with flames everywhere, so it is also called eight hot hells, and the bottom layer is the Abi hell, that is, the infinite hell.

Each of the eight hot hells has four doors, and each door has four small hells, a total of one hundred and twenty-eight hells. Among the eight hells, those who enter the eighteen hells must first endure the burning of the flames of the eight hells. Only after experiencing the hundred and twenty-eight small hells can they get out of the eight hells.

The second part of Yuzeng Hell is to travel and suffer, so it is called Yuzeng, and the third part is the Eight Cold Hells, where it is extremely cold, where sentient beings often grieve because of the cold, and their bodies are also discolored from cold.

The fourth part of the lonely **** needs to bear the lonely and inhuman life, extremely painful.

These eighteen levels of **** are appalling in the human world, and they can make everyone fearful. After everyone dies, the biggest worry is whether the soul will fall into the eighteenth **** and be tortured. , Never stand up forever.

Generally speaking, there is such a saying in the human world that after a good person dies, he will definitely become a rich and noble person, while a wicked person will surely enter the eighteenth **** after death, and will not be able to live beyond the pain.

Of course, this kind of hearing is only for ordinary mortals. For monks who can fly into the earth, these are sensational. In fact, these big men in the underworld, how can you care whether you are good or bad?

Moreover, for a monk, he does not necessarily come to the underworld after death. Either the soul is scattered, or the remnant soul will not come to the underworld in the human world.

Coming to the underworld will only be swallowed by the ghosts of the underworld. Only when the mortal's soul is out of control after death, will they come to the underworld, and then become the blood food or slaves of these ghosts, that means that they will never turn over.

Ye Chen faced the gate of the eighteenth **** and looked at the flames inside. He knew that this was the eighth hells of the eighteenth hell, and it was also the root of the eighteenth hell. It was the entrance.

Ye Chen smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that when I first came to the underworld, I would first enter the eighteenth hell. What evil did I do?"

With that said, Ye Chen burst into a powerful aura, and there was also a purple flame rising from his body. The skin of his whole body turned golden in an instant, and against the purple flame, it turned purple gold.

Ye Chen was prepared for defense, and he stepped into the eight hells of the eighteen hells without hesitation.

As soon as I entered the eight hells, I felt that the flames in the eight hells became fierce, roaring and roaring like wild animals.

Under the strong defense, Ye Chen did not feel the scorching sensation brought by the raging flames, but he knew in his heart that it was only because he had powerful means. If an ordinary soul came here, if the will is not firm enough, it must be Unable to withstand such torture and was wiped out.

This is a realm of fire. The flames here do not know what kind of flames they are. Although they are not a threat to Ye Chen, Ye Chen knows that this flame is definitely extraordinary. If you practice fire attribute scripture spells here, you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

Ye Chen thought of this, and two figures suddenly appeared in his mind. One was Huo Wutian with a fire symbol, and the other was Zi Yunfei, a young man playing with fire in Ziyang Mansion. There might be Ziyue.

They are all cultivating fire-attribute scripture spells, and here is definitely a huge attraction for them.

It's just that Ye Chen didn't know if they already existed in this flame field, so he didn't think about it anymore, and walked forward.

Ye Chen had just entered the first gate of the eighteen hells and the eight great hells. It was also considered the first hell. This area of fire seemed to have no end. Ye Chen had walked for a long time, but did not get out of this area of fire.

Eighteen levels of hell. Each level of **** has a judge. Of course, these eighteen judges are completely incomparable with the magistrate Cui Fujun. Speaking of them, they are only Cui Fujun's subordinates, who are directly under the jurisdiction of Cui Fujun. .

But the strength of these eighteen judges is very strong, and the strength of the ten temple Yamas is also comparable, and they are definitely on the side.

Moreover, in these eighteen layers of hell, the judges of each layer have absolute rights in the **** under their jurisdiction, and whoever wants to die will have to be wiped out.

"Just now Master Zhong Zhengnan came over and said that some geniuses in the human world have come to the underworld. We need to keep an eye on them. If we come to these eighteen layers of hell, we must keep them all. This matter was ordered by the king himself. If it is not done properly, your heads, including mine, will have to move."

In the endless fire field, there is a fire palace. This fire palace is like a blazing flame, and it is almost integrated with this fire field. If you are not familiar with the ghosts here and want to distinguish it, it is simply It's too difficult.

But in this fire palace, flames are still everywhere, and flames are everywhere, and everything in it seems to be formed by flames.

In the palace, a red-haired middle-aged man sitting lazily on a throne of flames, with a majestic figure, said to the small officials of the ghost race in front of him.

"My judge, don't worry, as long as they dare to enter these eighteen layers of hell, even if we don't care about them, they will definitely not be able to get out. Eighteen layers of **** are so easy to break into." The little official with the pointed mouth monkey cheek said with a smirk.

The man with red hair is the judge on the first level of the eighteenth hell. He is called a ghost with red hair. The ghost with red hair hummed softly, "Don't take me lightly. Those geniuses are very capable. If they are bad No one of you can bear the big things."

"Yes..." The little officials were all silent.

"My judge, I heard that the third Conferred God List will appear in our underworld. When will this appear?" a young official who has a better relationship with the red-haired ghost asked curiously.

The red hair ghost said: "This kind of thing is something we can know, and it is not something we should manage. Only Pluto will manage it. We only need to do our own things and kill the geniuses in the personal world. Up."

"Yes, those guys will definitely not be allowed to escape." The little official said with a gloomy killing intent in his eyes.

"Recently send more people to patrol." Chi Fagui gave an order, then yawned, and fell asleep on the throne.

Ye Chen walked in the endless flame field. He had walked for more than an hour, and he hadn't seen a figure. Except for the flame or the flame, it was a bit boring.

Although Ye Chen has never been to the eighteenth hell, he knows that the eighteenth **** is managed by someone, and there are more ghosts living in it, but why hasn't he seen a ghost yet?

Just as Ye Chen was wondering, suddenly a huge tiger with raging flames all over his body rushed towards Ye Chen. The tiger roared, deafening, with an extraordinary aura.

Ye Chen was startled, his body quickly backed up a few steps, pulled a little distance, and then blasted out with a punch without fear.

The violent power seemed to blow out all the nearby flames, possessing the terrifying power that swept the four directions, and the domineering fist collided with the fierce tiger full of flames. Although the fierce tiger had extraordinary breath, it could not be Ye Chen. Opponent.

puff!

In an instant, the paws that the tiger leaped towards exploded and turned into a ball of flames. The tiger's body flew out and let out an angry roar.

Ye Chen squinted his eyes. The strength of this tiger has at least reached the strength of the first level of the body. It is really terrifying. A monster with such strength is too difficult to find in the human world.

Just as the tiger roared, several figures suddenly rushed over in the entire fire area. These people were all covered in flames, holding crimson steel forks, one by one, they looked like the vicious ghost people in the underworld. .

"Human..." As soon as these ghosts appeared, after seeing Ye Chen, they immediately felt that Ye Chen's whole body was not right, and they all cried out in horror.

Ye Chen finally saw the ghost tribe, and he couldn't help feeling that he didn't have any worries. On the contrary, he felt that it was a little bit interesting. Otherwise, he would walk on his own when he came to the eighteenth hell?

I don't know how big this fire field is, or how long this road is, how boring and lonely it is to go all the way.

Ye Chen looked at the several ghost people in front of him with a smile. The strength of these ghost people was not very strong. The most powerful was the Distraction Realm. They felt the breath of Ye Chen, and they felt like enemies. In general, they dare not retreat, nor dare to step forward, just like that.

"How big is this level of hell? How to get out?" Ye Chen asked.

A ghost clansman coldly snorted: "Entering these eighteen layers of hell, do you still want to go out? It's just a dream."

"Don't talk to him, hurry up and leave here to report to the judge. We have done a great job this time," said a ghost tribe.

They just received an order from above, and they must report when they see the human race, and they will have many rewards at that time. When these ghost people thought of this, they were more courageous.

They want to seize this opportunity, otherwise, it would be very difficult to get ahead in the eighteenth hell.

These ghost tribes all understood in their hearts that after making eye contact, they all wanted to escape with a quick flash of understanding, but Ye Chen's mouth raised a sneer and said: "Want to go, can you go?"

Ye Chen's whole body was full of sword light, and sword aura erupted out, killing in all directions. It was as simple as squeezing an ant to kill these ghost people in the distracting state.

"what"

A ghost tribe screamed, and it was only a blink of an eye, and only one ghost tribe was left with a broken arm, his face twisted in pain, and he didn't dare to escape.