Poor monk does not understand love

Chapter 424
On the way, Wang Mu kept thinking, and Zhong Kui also kept thinking.

What King Ksitigarbha said made sense. You can't drag your own life into other people's doom. If it becomes a stepping stone to other people's doom, it would be too wronged.

But it is also a fact that Wang Mu occupied Xue's house and Jubao building, and if he didn't punish him, it would be a violation of the law of the underworld, and it was not appropriate.

After thinking for a while, Zhong Kui had an idea.

"stop!"

Suddenly, Zhong Kui raised his hand and stopped everyone.

Looking back at Wang Mu, Zhong Kui squinted his eyes and said, "Since neither Nie Jing nor Sanshengshi can see your past, there must be a reason for it. Your crime should be determined by occupying Xue's house and Jubao building." .”

"Ah? How is this decided?" The ghost guard next to Zhong Kui was puzzled.

As always, Zhong Kui gave the ghost guard a murderous look, and said in a rough voice, "It's not for you to decide, what are you in a hurry for?"

"Small ones don't dare." The ghost messenger hurriedly retreated.

Taking a light breath, Zhong Kui frowned and thought for a while, then waved his big hand and said: "Use the strong to bully the weak, and those who bully the weak will go to hell, let's go!"

"Oil Pot Hell...hehe..."

All the ghosts were overjoyed, and some of them looked at Wang Mu with sympathetic eyes.

Only then did Wang Mu come back to his senses, raised his sword eyebrows, and followed without any objection.

It's just hell in the frying pan, and I have almost practiced the Absolute Soul Body now, let's see who is better.

After walking through the palaces lined with underworld for a while, Zhong Kui, the leader, opened barriers one by one, and everyone walked in.

It was pan hell.

As soon as they entered, everyone couldn't help but tremble, feeling an extreme chill.

An empty darkness appeared in front of the eyes, and there was a huge oil pan in the middle, a bronze-colored oil pan, and a dark green stone platform below it. Among them, at this moment, the engraved pattern is flowing with strong spiritual power, and after the formation is applied, it gathers into the bronze cauldron above.

The pot was filled with a blood-red liquid, like a pot of fresh blood, and the extreme coldness came out of this pot of blood.

The pot of blood was actually boiling, making a gurgling sound.

Wang Mu was stunned, this pot of bright red liquid is so familiar, this smell, this cold breath, isn't it the kind of concoction he used to refine the soul body?
"Uh huh." Wang Mu couldn't help laughing. No wonder everyone is afraid of the hell in the frying pan. Just this kind of concoction, no matter whether it is a living person or a soul, it is painful to live. Without suitable exercises to temper it, it is pure masochistic.

But Wang Mu is different, because he has the method of breaking the soul, this concoction is a bit painful for him, but it is a great tonic.

If in the past, Wang Mu would have been a little apprehensive with such a big pot of medicinal juice, but now that Juehun Body is already ready, there is no need to be afraid even if it enters this big pot of medicinal juice, even if its cultivation base is sealed.

The gloomy green brilliance made the boundless darkness a little brighter, and one could vaguely see a circle of men in black standing tens of meters away. The men in black were dressed exactly like those at the gate of hell, except that there was printed on the black robe It is the sign of ghosts in the underworld.

Dozens of people quietly surrounded the cauldron, responsible for guarding the oil pan hell.

"Take off your clothes and go in." Zhong Kui said, glancing at Wang Mu lightly.

"Need to take off your clothes?" Wang Mu turned his head, a little startled.

Zhong Kui rolled his eyes, looked Wang Mu up and down, and after confirming that Wang Mu's clothes were ordinary and had no protective ability, he said, "It's fine if you don't take them off."

"Hypocritical! Do you think you're fine with your clothes on? This is hell! You think you're soaking in hot springs! Besides, there are no women here, so what if you take off your clothes? Go in quickly, your cultivation has been sealed, After entering, it would be nice to have a complete soul to come out. Remember, don’t struggle, the more you struggle, the more painful it will be, hehehe..."

The ghost messenger who took the lead smiled slyly again, that smile was very excited, as if he was about to watch a live broadcast of a video game.

Shrugging his shoulders, Wang Mu smiled indifferently, then undressed in public, folded a suit neatly, and handed it to Zhong Kui.

"Master Zhong Kui, please save it for me, I will wear it later."

"Oh," Zhong Kui sneered, "you don't need it anymore, do you think you can get out once you go in? The punishment of these 8000 levels of hell is time-limited. If you enter the oil pan hell, you have to endure [-] years before you can get out. Do you think you Will it be complete by then?"

"That's right, boy, don't think about it, let alone 8000 years, just like you, you will probably melt as soon as you enter, and then your soul will suffer for 8000 years. After you come out, you basically don't even know your father. Do you still care about a suit of clothes?" The ghost errand smiled triumphantly.

Shrugging his shoulders, Wang Mu no longer insisted, put the folded clothes on the ground, and strode towards the frying pan.

"Lord Zhong Kui, when are we leaving?" Seeing Wang Mu walking towards the frying pan, the ghost guard looked at Zhong Kui and asked again.

In 8000 years, everyone will naturally not wait here.

"Let's see first." Zhong Kui said indifferently.

Wang Mu had already stepped on the steps in front of the oil pot, lifted his foot gently, and stretched into the oil pot.

There was a chirping sound, and then it was quiet.

People frowned, but did not see Wang Mu's expression of screaming in pain.

Then, Wang Mu got down into the frying pan and sat cross-legged, only his head was exposed.

At this time, the formation on the base of the oil pan accelerated, and a mask appeared, tightly sealing the entire cauldron, including Wang Mu, in order to prevent the prisoners from instinctively jumping out due to painful struggles in the oil pan.

The scene was quiet, and even the petrified black-clothed men around them cast their eyes on Wang Mu.

Weird, so weird.

Under normal circumstances, no matter whether a living person or a ghost enters this frying pan, they will scream in pain, struggle, cry and cry, beg for mercy, and then break free like crazy, which is simply horrible.

But this kid is too quiet.

People did not notice that after Wang Mu entered the oil pot, except for his head, his body began to have a layer of icy color, although the icy skin also continued to fall off due to the destructive power of the medicine juice, comparable to Zhi Wang Mu was much slower when he first started cultivating the Juehun Body.

The cultivation base was sealed, but traces of golden-red spiritual power automatically appeared in Wang Mu's flesh and blood, directly avoiding the meridians, flowing around Wang Mu's damaged flesh and blood, and quickly repairing it.

Even the blood-red concoction was quiet and stopped boiling.

The corner of Wang Mu's mouth twitched into a smile of enjoyment, who said pain can't be treated as enjoyment?

"Gudong." Suddenly, Wang Mu's body sank, and his entire head was completely submerged in the blood.

As a result, his entire body turned into the color of ice, translucent, pieces of ice slag were falling off his body, and then quickly changed into more transparent, stronger, and harder ice flesh.

The medicinal juice slowly penetrated into the body, and the flesh and blood in the body also began to mutate, and the impurities in pieces were removed, and then were automatically expelled from the body by the running spiritual power.

People opened their mouths wide in shock, not understanding what was going on.

"Could it be that the body disintegrated so quickly?" a ghost messenger wondered.

"No, there must be a sound when it disintegrates, and the remaining soul shouldn't be so quiet." Another ghost said.

"Could it just be wiped out?"

"Ah... cool!"

Just when people were discussing, Wang Mu's voice suddenly came, which was so refreshing.

Then, everyone's eyes widened, and they saw a translucent icy-colored head floating out of the bloody water, leaning leisurely against the edge of the pot, with a smile of enjoyment on his face.

What a head it was!

It is like an ice sculpture, translucent, and you can clearly see the golden red flowing in it, which is extremely terrifying.

Wang Mu really felt very comfortable. The Juehun body has been practiced so far, and the damage of the medicine juice to the body has been very limited. Compared with the initial tempering, the weak pain is a kind of massage that penetrates into the soul!

Inexplicably, I thought of a line in my heart, how much injury does it take to ignore the pain!

Wang Mu is in this state now, he has experienced too many major pains, and this little pain is just enjoyment.

What's more, it's beautiful to be able to practice in hell!
"My God, what's going on here? It's really like soaking in a hot spring!" Frowning tightly, the leader Guichai murmured.

Zhong Kui also swallowed his saliva, never thought that this stinking boy was so physically tyrannical?
Unable to remain calm any longer, Zhong Kui strode over with a bang, his figure floated up, looked into the pot, and was stunned again.

The bloody water in the pot was much less, and the color became much lighter. The boiling state also stopped, and the destructive aura was almost dissipated. It looked like a pool of stagnant water, filled with blood. Flakes of finely crushed ice.

It was as if the destructive blood had been absorbed by Wang Mu.

Wang Mu was still resting his eyes beautifully, and it happened that his concoction was almost used up, it was a godsend opportunity, let him soak for a while, don't let it go to waste.

In just a few minutes of immersion, Wang Mu could clearly feel the improvement of the Juehun Body. If this continues, he will be closer to the final bottleneck of the Juehun Body.

"What kind of body refining method is this? It's too scary. This, this medicinal juice is specially prepared for the oil pan hell, and this..."

Zhong Kui felt that his whole body was not well.

"Give it out!" After a pause, Zhong Kui suddenly shouted angrily, and removed the mask with his hand.

"Master Zhong Kui, why are you in a hurry, don't you want to stay for 8000 years? This is less than 8 minutes." Wang Mu closed his eyes and said, with a leisurely voice, which is very comfortable.

I am worried that there is no safe place to practice. If I stay in this frying pan for 8000 years before going out, even if my cultivation base is sealed and I cannot practice, my physical strength will definitely not be what it used to be. Moreover, 8000 years is enough time for those enemies to relax Be wary of yourself.

(End of this chapter)