The thunder pool and the sun were intertwined and intertwined, turning into a huge sharp sword that inserted straight into the crack like a sheath.
"ah!!!"
Like an ice cube meeting a red-hot iron, a sharp wailing sound came from the ground amid a burst of squeaking sounds.
The ghost sedan was severely injured by this sword, and its resentment immediately collapsed, and its body dissipated between heaven and earth.
On the other hand, Mr. Li, in the crazy and weird state of the will of heaven and earth, did not use the power of heaven and earth to forcefully open it. Apart from his face being slightly pale, he did not suffer any harm.
"Old Li, are you okay?" Mr. Zhang asked with concern on his face.
After Mr. Li tried his best to calm down his breathing, he replied with a smile: "It's okay, it's just a matter of forcibly controlling the thunder and fire of heaven and earth. As long as it doesn't disturb the will of the world, it's just a minor problem."
After Mr. Li stabilized his breathing, the group came to the huge attic.
Everyone stopped in front of the steps and looked up. Although the sun was shining brightly at this time, the wide river was not blocked at all.
But the library itself is still hidden in the shadows, and all the light that shines on it is ruthlessly devoured.
Looking down, I saw eighteen bluestone steps, each of which was carved with various scenes. It was clearly the eighteenth level of hell.
Zhou Li, who was standing behind the crowd, looked at the stone paintings. The more he looked at them, the less they seemed like the eighteen levels of hell described in Blood Moon World.
This actually reminded him of the description of hell in a famous book from his previous life.
"Journey to the West"
The prison of hanging tendons, the prison of secluded waste, the prison of fire pit.
Loneliness, troubles, and anxieties are all caused by the thousands of deeds you have done during your lifetime, and you will be blamed for them after your death.
Weeping and moaning, miserable and pitiful, just because of unfaithfulness and unfilial piety, violating the laws of heaven, and the Buddha's mouth and snake's heart fell into this door.
The grinding machine beats the prison, the grinding machine breaks the prison, and the cart collapses the prison.
Opening the skin and licking the flesh, wiping the mouth and checking the teeth means concealing the truth from oneself and being unfair, and using clever words to harm others.
Dirty faces, unkempt hair, and frowning eyes are all signs of big fights and small scales bullying the stupid, causing disasters and burdening oneself.
Oil Pot Prison, Dark Prison, and Knife Mountain Prison.
They are trembling and fearful, and they are filled with sorrow and sorrow, all because of violence and bullying of good people, and they hide their heads and shrink their necks in poverty.
Blood Pond Prison, Abi Prison, and Weighing Steel Prison.
She peeled off her skin and exposed her bones, broke her arms and tendons, and killed herself just to make money. She slaughtered animals and animals. It is difficult to explain her depravity for thousands of years, and she will never be able to recover from her sinking.
Mr. Zhang looked at these terrifying slate paintings, his pupils were dilated and his eyes were confused. Before Mr. Yao and the others could react, he stepped on them.
It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!
Severe pain began to spread from the sole of the foot. First, the calf contracted suddenly, and suddenly began to cramp bizarrely.
Then the muscles of the thighs, lower abdomen, chest, arms, and face were also stimulated.
A real cramp in the literal sense.
Due to the sudden incident, Mr. Zhang had no time to resist the pain, and his hands and feet became weak and he fell back.
Mr. Li waved his right hand, and a soft ball of gas condensed, catching Mr. Zhang like an air cushion, and then he stopped caring about him.
It's your own fault that you can't survive. You dare to commit suicide like this without knowing anything. Even if you have an impulsive personality, you can't do it blindly.
Mr. Yao didn't think so. He helped him up and asked in a low voice: "What's going on? I don't believe you would be so impulsive."
Indeed, it would be understandable if a newbie was so reckless. But Mr. Zhang has dealt with hundreds of abnormal incidents and should not make such a low-level mistake.
Mr. Zhang came back to his senses, rubbed his calf that was still twitching, and said with lingering fear:
"I'm not very sure. I was suddenly in a trance when I looked at those stone paintings just now. When I came back to my senses again, they looked like they are now."
Seeing Mr. Zhang's miserable appearance, many people in the crowd backed down, but they were embarrassed to speak out of shame and because they had not been hurt yet.
"The prison of hanging tendons, where you have committed many evil deeds during your lifetime, and you will be stripped of your skin and cramped after death."
After realizing that Mr. Yao didn't intend to continue to come forward, and that he wanted to set up camp and fight with him, Zhou Li spoke reluctantly.
"who?"
When Mr. Yao was discussing with others whether to continue climbing the eighteen steps or choose to enter by other means, a voice sounded from behind.
He was suddenly startled when he heard this, and then looked at the crowd behind him.
I saw Zhou Li slowly moving forward, coming to the stone slab painting, and said again: "The Diaojin Hell is one of the eighteen levels of hell. The eighteen steps here should correspond to the eighteen levels of hell."
As he spoke, he took out a small mirror wrapped with blood-colored vines from his body and threw it into the sunlight. With the supernatural blessing of the mirror ghost, the light was not swallowed up by the attic.
The bright light refracted along the mirror, and after adjusting the angle slightly, the slate paintings on the steps were clearly visible.
A black-haired evil ghost in hell was hung upside down in the void with an iron hook through his feet, crying and wailing.
Raging fires ignited on the ground for no reason, the earth cracked and magma spewed out, smoke filled the air, and the surrounding area was filled with violence, despair, and pain...
Two green-skinned goblins stood nearby to perform the execution. One of them used a steel fork to cut open the goblin's skin and pull out its fascia. The other took the long tendon and kept pulling it out with both hands, and put it in his mouth. Stop chewing.
Looking at this delicate scene, Mr. Zhang recalled the pain of skin cramps just now, and his calf began to hurt again.
He looked at Zhou Li and asked: "Boy Zhou, how do you know that the eighteen levels of hell in folklore don't seem to have a hanging-jin prison? None of the other steps are correct."
Zhou Li opened his eyes wide and said with an innocent face: "I also saw it in ancient books, and the writing on it is quite interesting."
"Where are the ancient books?"
"It's gone a long time ago." Zhou Li said confidently: "I bought it from a secondhand stall. After reading it, I thought it took up space, so I threw it in the trash can. Used books are not expensive, three copies cost ten yuan."
"Forehead……"
Everyone couldn't help but feel a little speechless. It's okay to deceive a fledgling child with such nonsense. Who would believe it when we are all adults?
However, seeing that Zhou Li didn't want to explain it clearly, he couldn't continue to ask. After a moment of silence, Mr. Yao asked: "The first painting is Diaojin Prison. Do you have any impressions of the other paintings?"
Zhou Li nodded and replied: "According to the records in ancient books, the eighteen levels of hell are: Hanging Jin Hell, Netherworld Hell, Fire Pit Hell, Fengdu Hell, Tongue Pulling Hell, Skinning Hell, Grinding Hell, Treadmill Breaking Hell, Car Collapsing Hell" Hell, Ice Hell, Shelling Hell, Intestinal Extraction Hell, Oil Pot Hell, Dark Hell, Knife Mountain Hell, Blood Pond Hell, Abi Hell, and Scale Rod Hell.”
After hearing this, Mr. Yao nodded slightly, looked at the steps and thought silently: "That was probably just a warning. Mr. Zhang has nothing unusual except for some flesh injuries."
"But just the entry level can make the best in the Gong Cao realm unable to fight back. Even if I want to take down Mr. Zhang, it will take a lot of effort."
"I'm not sure there is a way to break through to the realm of Fengdu Emperor outside of the monitoring of the will of heaven and earth."
Then he looked at Mr. Zhang without hesitation.
When Mr. Zhang saw Mr. Yao looking towards him, looking left and right, he thought he had discovered something new. But when he saw Mrs. Li Laoyun and the others, he suddenly walked quickly to the side.
After a moment, Yao Lao's voice sounded slowly like a demon: "Zhang boy, try it. You are the thick-skinned one here."
In front of the eighteen steps.
Mr. Zhang stood there and swallowed his saliva, angrily scolding Mr. Li and the others that they were not friends enough and would break off their friendship when they left!
"Old Zhangtou, take two steps directly this time, step on the ghost and go to prison in vain." Mr. Li led the crowd and shouted not far away.
Mr. Zhang curled his lips, and the hungry ghost's shadow emerged and gradually solidified, covering his body like armor. The armor kept emitting fine black smoke in all directions to resist external attacks.
Take one step forward.
When his foot stepped on Youwang Prison, his whole body fell into stillness, and after a moment, he fell straight backward again.
After the soles of his feet left the steps this time, Mr. Zhang did not wake up immediately. He still maintained the same posture as before, lying stiffly on the ground.
Mr. Yao didn't panic too much. He took out a dark yellow parchment booklet from his pocket and kept flipping through it, as if looking for a solution.
Finally, he shook his head helplessly, closed the book, and waved his right hand behind him.
Suddenly.
Zhou Li noticed that there was an obscure wave passing by, and the team members around him fell into coma one after another, but he was still sitting upright, as conspicuous as Erha among the wolves.
A nurse sister in white clothes suddenly appeared next to Mr. Yao. She was about thirty years old and had a very graceful figure.
I saw the nurse sister with a smile on her face, putting charms on each unconscious person, ringing the corpse bell, and taking them away from this dangerous place.
"That's my daughter. If you can catch her, I don't mind, old man." Yao Lao said with a smile.
With that said, he took out the ancient parchment book he had been reading and threw it directly to Zhou Li, with a prim and serious look on his face, as if what he just said was not his.
Holding the ancient book, Zhou Li looked at Yao Lao's indifferent behavior, and even felt that it was a fake.
Without responding to what he just said, he carefully flipped through the ancient books. Although there were many holes eaten by insects, they did not affect his reading comprehension.
After reading it, Zhou Li found answers to most of his previous doubts.
For example: Why is there such a wide range of realms in the team? Aren’t we afraid that all the juniors will be wiped out?
Among them, the strongest one is Yao Lao: Yin Cao King Realm. The second is Li Lao, Zhang Lao, Yun Lao, Qi Lao, Lin Lao, Gui Lao: Gong Cao Realm.
The rest are a group of people traveling day and night. With such a big gap in realm, Mr. Yao must rely on something since he chose to bring them in.
According to ancient books:
This is the place where the leaders of the Yin Yang Family of the Great Qin Dynasty ascended to the throne. It is the place where scriptures of exercises, Taoism, travel notes and biographies are collected. It is also the place where the Yin Yang Family uniformly trains new members.
The most important thing is that, except for some mechanisms to guard against thieves, there is no danger!
No danger?
Only now did Zhou Li realize that in addition to finding a way to fight against the crazy will of the world, the Night Watch Division also planned to use this method to train new people.
after all.
If the methods of the older generation fail, there must be a successor who can take over the banner and pass on the legacy. If there is hope, there will be no despair!
"He has a good eye, and he can see at a glance that I have the potential to be a savior." Zhou Li combined the known information and instantly understood that Mr. Yao regarded himself as his successor.
It’s not that Zhou Li is arrogant. If we say who is most likely to solve the crisis in the Blood Moon World, who else?
Kraft paper once said: "Only by breaking away from the rules can you break the rules."