Chapter 63 Tang San, cast into the eighteenth level of hell! Ning Rongrong enters the animal realm…
From the very beginning, he never really intended to revive Xiao Wu.
Otherwise, why make such a big fuss?
To mention something like "returning the soul to life," which violates the laws of reincarnation, in front of two true saints?
I really want to do it.
Just quietly find a kid, promise him some benefits, and that's it!
He was just using this as an excuse.
The monstrous karma of "disrespecting the sage" and "going against the Path" was forcibly imposed on Tang San!
As long as he doesn't become a saint
In this lifetime, I can never escape these shackles of cause and effect; I can only obediently serve the Buddhist community.
As for becoming a saint?
Haha, with such an opportunity, would it even be his turn?
Let's pay off our debts first!
And Xiao Wu's soul... is the "pledge of allegiance" he was preparing to give to the underworld!
Zhunti composed himself, turned to the void, and said solemnly:
"I recently deduced the secrets of heaven and accidentally obtained some profound mysteries of tribulations, and glimpsed a trace of the Great Dao opportunity."
"...I may need the help of a few fellow Daoists!"
"If this matter is accomplished, our Western Buddhism will be eternally grateful!"
Tang San was key to his becoming a saint, so he spared no expense to win him over.
Xiao Wu is Tang San's Achilles' heel.
Handing her over is tantamount to handing over a portion of the opportunity.
What is done,
Naturally, this was in exchange for the support of the underworld, and even some entities behind it.
A glint of light flashed in Zhu Jiuyin's eyes.
A chance to become a saint?!
Although he himself has become a saint, several of his brothers from the Wu clan are stuck at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level, desperately seeking a way out but to no avail!
He had secretly calculated this great calamity, but felt that it was shrouded in mystery and difficult to discern the true nature of the matter.
These two Westerners,
They've already gotten a glimpse of the key?!
Not just him,
At this moment, the several thoughts that were secretly watching this place also stirred.
"We'll discuss this matter later!"
Nuwa's cold voice rang out again, clearly conveying her displeasure.
"You Buddhist disciples have trespassed into my underworld, injured underworld officials, and disrupted the cycle of reincarnation..."
"Shouldn't we settle this score first?"
She was already furious, and when she discovered that this bald monk dared to scheme against her as well, how could she be polite to him?
She doesn't hold grudges overnight; that's just Nuwa's style!
Zhu Jiuyin immediately echoed:
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa is absolutely right!"
Nuwa is not only one of the three sovereigns of the demon race, but also the eyes of the Daoist in the underworld.
Even if one is tempted by the opportunity mentioned by Cundi,
At this moment, he also had to make a sufficient gesture.
Nuwa's voice arose from the void and echoed in the underworld:
"Ning Rongrong attacked the underworld officials, disrupted the cycle of reincarnation, and showed contempt for the majesty of the underworld. She has been imprisoned in the Copper Hell for 100,000 years and relegated to the animal realm!"
"Tang San, for attacking and killing underworld officials, disrupting the cycle of reincarnation, and showing contempt for the majesty of the underworld, shall be cast into the eighteen levels of hell for ten thousand years!"
"The Black and White Impermanence are guilty of abusing their power and will be punished with a thousand-year salary deduction as a warning to others!"
Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo immediately knelt on the ground and accepted the order in unison:
"I will obey the decree of the sage!"
Although Nuwa's punishment seemed to be a case of "raising the torch high but bringing it down lightly"...
But the words "penalized with a thousand years' salary" still made their hearts ache.
Those are all genuine rare and precious natural treasures!
But then I thought... well, they haven't received a single penny of salary yet!
If you haven't gained anything, how can you talk about losing it?
Thinking about it this way,
Suddenly, I didn't feel so bad about the money anymore.
Tang San clasped his hands together, his expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously looked at Zhunti Daoist, hoping that he could say something.
The Daoist Zhunti, however, kept his eyes focused on his nose and his nose on his heart.
He simply murmured, "Amitabha!"
The eighteen levels of hell cycle for ten thousand years, totaling approximately eighteen thousand years.
For cultivators of the primordial era,
Sometimes a retreat lasts longer than that, just a blink of an eye.
For the sake of the great cause in the West, Tang San has no choice but to suffer a little first.
Consider it... a way to temper one's character!
With the Daoist Zhunti's cry of "Amitabha,"
Tang San shuddered, as if he had undergone some kind of spiritual baptism.
Amitabha Buddha~
"If I don't go to hell, who will?"
Tang San clasped his hands together, and the struggle on his face quickly faded, replaced by peace and composure.
It felt as if it wasn't themselves who was about to be tortured!
Tang San and Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo were able to accept their punishment calmly, but Ning Rongrong completely broke down.
"No—! Your Majesty, I know I was wrong!"
"I'll never do it again! Please forgive me!"
Ning Rongrong turned pale with fright and screamed in a tearful voice.
Although she didn't know exactly how terrible the Copper Prison was, the infamous reputation of the Eighteen Levels of Hell was already well-known!
She had heard countless stories of Chrysanthemum Douluo being boiled in oil and Ghost Douluo climbing mountains of knives.
Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine!
"Master! True Lord!"
"Help me!"
"I know I was wrong! Please!"
She desperately pleaded for help from Yang Jian and the Celestial Hound, her voice filled with anguish.
However, there was no response.
The sage's decree has been issued; who dares to disobey it?
not to mention,
Who would risk offending a saint for the sake of such an "unruly" servant or disciple?
Douluo Continent.
Wave after wave of indescribable, immense pressure...
It came through the sky,
It was so oppressive that everyone could hardly breathe, as if the world was about to collapse.
The sky itself, under the impact of these several saintly auras, flickered and trembled violently, as if it would shatter at any moment.
Fortunately, the sages were focused on each other and paid no attention to the spying of these "ants".
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Upon hearing Nuwa's decree, Ning Fengzhi's vision went black, and he almost fainted!
The elders inside the hall were all ashen-faced.
It feels like the sky has fallen!
Ning Rongrong is not only their young sect leader, but also the only support the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has in the prehistoric world!
If she were to perish in the underworld like this,
The current glory of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will vanish in an instant.
"Rongrong!!"
"Why did it have to come to this!"
Sword Douluo Chen's eyes turned red with anxiety:
"Then Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo didn't die?! This punishment... it's too cruel!"
The other elders were completely bewildered:
"Sect Master, what should we do?!"
In the sky, Ning Rongrong was kicked by Chrysanthemum Douluo into a terrifying hell filled with red-hot copper pillars.
Then he was attacked by a group of hideous little devils.
They were tightly bound to the bronze pillar.
Gentle fire, fierce fire, yin fire, yang fire... all kinds of terrifying flames took turns scorching!
His skin was torn open, his screams echoed, and he was soon no longer recognizable as a human...
Seeing his daughter suffer such torture, and hearing the cries and complaints of the elders around him,
Ning Fengzhi could no longer suppress the anger in his chest.
"roll--!!"
He suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, unable to maintain his usual refined demeanor, like a raging beast.
A surge of soul power erupted!
The group of wailing elders who surrounded him were instantly shaken and staggered!
"Feng Zhi, you...!" An elder exclaimed in shock and anger.
Ning Fengzhi's eyes were as cold as knives as he swept over the crowd:
"Anyone who dares to utter another word will be chopped up and fed to the dogs!"
A chilling killing intent filled the hall.
All the elders were immediately terrified and fell silent, not daring to utter a single word.
"Charm..."
Sword Douluo opened his mouth, but in the end, it turned into a long sigh.
a long time,
Ning Fengzhi finally regained his composure, but his heart was already filled with hatred.
He is no match for the powerful beings of the primordial world.
But we can take it one step at a time!
As long as the sky remains... he still has a chance to become stronger.
This hatred,
He remembered it and will never forget it!
"Rongrong, don't worry!"
He gazed at the image of Ning Rongrong struggling and writhing on the bronze pillar in the sky, his fingernails digging deeply into his palms.
"Dad will definitely avenge you!"
"The Spirit Hall... and that Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo, I will definitely send them down to join you!"
The terrifying scene of Tang San and Ning Rongrong being tortured in hell.
The message was transmitted across the continent through the celestial canopy.
Countless people were so frightened that their legs went weak, and some even lost control of their bladders on the spot!
The last time I saw such a horrifying scene was when Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo was subjected to the torture of being boiled in oil and subjected to the mountain of knives.
And this time... the eighteen levels of hell unfolded one after another.
The degree of tragedy
It's a thousand times better than before!
Countless people trembled with fear, secretly vowing to be more careful when walking from now on, lest they step on an ant and fall into such a hell after death.
Outside a tavern in a small town.
A down-on-his-luck young man with a scar on his face and a stubble beard was looking up at the sky.
When he saw Ning Rongrong tied to a red-hot copper pillar,
When the skin was torn open and the inhuman screams were heard, my heart felt like it was being violently squeezed!
"Rongrong—!!!"
Oscar screamed, tears streaming down his face.
Even though Ning Rongrong had betrayed him, she was still someone he had once deeply loved!
If he could, he would want to take all that pain for her!
Shrek Academy.
Flander stared intently at the sky, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.
Those who suffer up there,
These were all his most proud students!
He couldn't be bothered to comment on Ning Rongrong, that ingrate who betrayed Oscar and didn't even leave him any treasures last time.
But Tang San... that child was just a little too eager to save people, how did he end up like this?
"This is clearly unfair!"
Flander squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth.
Liu Erlong, standing to the side, was even more furious, his chest heaving violently:
"They and Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo are mortal enemies, so it's only natural that they would kill them!"
"What's more, those two were completely unharmed!"
"Just for the sake of the underworld's so-called face... they torture people to death?!"
"Is there no justice left?!"
Tang San was Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang's most prized disciple.
If Xiaogang finds out...
Liu Erlong simply couldn't imagine how heartbroken he would be.
Bai He, the patriarch of the Min clan, sighed heavily, his face filled with regret:
"Sigh...mistresses are just too kind-hearted and too sentimental!"
"That damned underworld, they're so ruthless and domineering!"
Titan nodded repeatedly, filled with righteous indignation:
"This is absolutely inhumane! Didn't that old monk think highly of Tang San before?"
"Why aren't you saying a word in support at a time like this?!"
"It's a pity this old servant is incompetent and not in the underworld, otherwise I would risk my life to plead for the young master!"
Titan beat his chest and stamped his feet in frustration.
The four major single-attribute clans have already submitted to the Tang Sect, sharing in Tang San's fate, so naturally they will do their best to speak up for him.
Amidst a wave of indignation,
Only Yang Wudi of the Po clan remained calm.
He looked at Tang San in the sky and suddenly spoke:
"A fine sword is forged through tempering and polishing."
"Nuwa did not say she wanted to take Tang San's life."
"Thinking back to the Ghost Douluo incident... this ordeal might actually be an opportunity!"
He noticed that although Tang San's face was contorted in pain, his eyes maintained an unusual calm.
Walk calmly through one level of hell after another!
This sparked his great interest in the so-called Buddhist sect.
If his marksmanship could also reach that state of "calm as still water,"
How powerful must it be?
Upon hearing Yang Wudi's words,
Flander and Liu Erlong were instantly invigorated, and hope rekindled in their eyes.
yes!
Ghost Douluo endured ten thousand years of trials by knives, but in the end, he turned misfortune into blessing and became a judge in the underworld.
perhaps...
However, before this glimmer of hope could turn into joy,
A cold, abrupt, and emotionless notification sound suddenly resounded throughout the world!
[The selected candidate, Yu Xiaogang, has fallen!]
[Survival time: 5 days, 21 hours, 29 minutes, and 9 seconds]
[Cause of death: Fallen into a dragon's trap and was brutally devoured!]
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