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Chapter 1220 Brother, I'm here to save you!

"This is the eighteenth level of hell."

While Bai Shengxue was looking through the book of life and death, Immortal King Jiuyou brought Shen Chenfeng to a dungeon.

This dungeon is eerie and terrifying, with dried blood everywhere.

One after another, extremely shrill screams came from the depths of the dungeon, which made people's hair stand on end.

There was a thick smell of death floating in the air, which made people shudder.

"Eighteen levels of hell, there are eighteen levels in total, which suppress extremely vicious people from all worlds."

"The further you go down, the more severe the punishment of hell, and the higher the prisoner's cultivation level."

"After reaching the eighteenth level of hell, you must not provoke those prisoners."

The Nine Nether Immortal King looked solemn and said: "Now Hades is on the eighteenth level of hell. Without further ado, let's go down quickly."

"Wait a minute."

Shen Chenfeng groaned and said, "How should we get down?"

"In normal times, we can take the teleportation array and go to the prison level we want to go to."

"But now, the evil god has broken through the seal, causing turmoil throughout hell. In order to prevent other prisoners from escaping, the teleportation array has been closed."

Immortal King Jiuyou pointed to the deepest part of the dungeon, where a portal could be faintly seen, and said: "Now that things have come to a point, we can only go on."

"good."

Shen Chenfeng was pleasantly surprised. Although he knew that the Wuji Dragon Emperor Ao Sheng was suppressed in hell, he did not control the specific level.

Now that he was searching layer by layer, it was actually in line with his wishes.

"let's go."

Shen Chenfeng can't wait. He hasn't seen him for hundreds of years. I wonder how Ao Sheng is doing now.

How much suffering did it suffer in hell?

"Walk."

Immortal King Jiuyou did not hesitate and led Shen Chenfeng through the dungeon.

As they approached, the shrill screams suddenly became clearer.

Shen Chenfeng looked up and saw countless dead souls being thrown directly into a frying pan with a radius of dozens of miles by a huge demon.

Those dead souls were instantly blown up and their bodies were swollen and bruised.

There were even some dead souls who couldn't bear the terrifying high temperature in the oil pan, so they wailed and turned into a wisp of smoke.

"This is frying pan hell."

The Nine Nether Immortal King didn't even look back, and explained calmly: "A mountain of swords, a sea of ​​fire, a hail of bullets, being put in a frying pan, and being beaten with a whip. These are just ordinary punishments."

"In the deepest part of the eighteen levels of hell, that is the most terrifying punishment."

Hearing this, Shen Chenfeng was surprised and said: "In the deepest part of the eighteenth level of hell, what kind of punishment can make the Immortal King say the word terror?"

"Lonely."

The Nine Nether Immortal King sneered and said: "The eighteenth level of hell is composed of eighteen shattered worlds. The environment in each world is extremely harsh. Among them, the environment of the eighteenth level of hell is the most dangerous."

"It has a vast area, and each prisoner is imprisoned in a different area. The most terrifying thing is that the time flow rate in the 18th level of hell is one hundred thousand times that of the outside."

"Often a day has passed outside, and decades have passed in the eighteenth level of hell."

Immortal King Jiuyou sighed softly and said: "And for so many years, they have always endured loneliness alone. Thanks to their strength, they can survive until now. If it were me, I would have gone crazy. ."

"Are you lonely?"

Shen Chenfeng shook his head and said: "This is not the most painful punishment."

"Then tell me, what is the most painful?"

The Nine Nether Immortal King was full of surprise and turned to look at Shen Chenfeng.

"The most painful thing is death."

Shen Chenfeng said expressionlessly: "Once a person's heart is dead, they will be like a walking zombie. Not to mention lonely, even if you kill them, you won't feel anything."

"In this case, it's better to die."

Immortal King Jiuyou shook his head and said: "What's the point of living like this?"

"But what if they can't die?"

"This is the most painful thing."

Shen Chenfeng followed the Nine Nether Immortal King through the deepest portal in the dungeon.

They saw that the surrounding environment had changed, and they had arrived in a hell filled with flames.

Fire hell.

The flames here are no ordinary flames.

This is the ghostly evil flame that the underworld collects from the evil spirit in the ground and the fire of the underworld, and condenses it.

Not only does it possess extremely terrifying power, but when it is burned by flames, it is like a thousand arrows piercing the heart, causing excruciating pain and making life worse than death.

Nowadays, countless undead souls are thrown into the flames and burned, and the painful wails are several times louder than those on the previous level.

However, Immortal King Jiuyou frowned, still thinking about Shen Chenfeng's question just now, and said: "Is there really a person in this world whose mind is dead but whose body is immortal?"

"Of course!"

A terrifying voice sounded from the depths of hell.

The whole flame of hell, as if feeling fear, suddenly became strangely quiet, and no longer dared to act recklessly.

"Who is it?"

Immortal King Jiuyou felt awe-inspiring and quickly looked around.

"I am the person you call the person whose heart is dead but whose body is immortal."

Immortal King Jiuyou and Shen Chenfeng took a look at it, and then they realized in shock.

This voice actually came from the lowest level of hell.

"Ignore them."

Immortal King Jiuyou's face darkened and he said: "In the deepest part of the eighteenth level of hell, there are countless vicious gods suppressed. If you fall into their trap, you will never get out in this life."

"let's go."

The figure of the Nine Nether Immortal King flashed, and he flew away with Shen Chenfeng, breaking through layers of prisons.

Along the way, Shen Chenfeng saw countless incredible tortures.

For example, in the endless hell, the prisoners fight tirelessly and cannot be released until they die in battle.

For example, in the nightmare hell, the prisoners in it need to continue to practice double cultivation until they are exhausted and die.

There are also hells where you are eaten by thousands of ants, bitten by thousands of snakes, corroded by thousands of poisons, etc. It can be said to be an eye-opener.

Compared with the tortures in the mortal world, they are like fireflies and bright moons.

After witnessing countless punishments in hell, Jiuyou Immortal King and Shen Chenfeng finally arrived at the gate of the last level of the eighteenth level of hell.

As long as you cross this gate, you will be on the last level of the eighteen levels of hell.

However, Shen Chenfeng still failed to discover the whereabouts of Wuji Dragon Emperor Ao Sheng.

"Is it possible that Ao Sheng is imprisoned in the eighteenth level of hell?"

Thinking of this, Shen Chenfeng's heart continued to bleed.

If he was really imprisoned in the last level of the eighteenth level of hell, then how long had his good brother Ao Sheng endured loneliness?

"Shen Chenfeng, after passing this gate, it is the last floor."

The Nine Nether Immortal King had a serious face and said: "You must remember to follow me closely. Also, in the eighteenth level of hell, no matter who talks to you, you should ignore it. Otherwise, even I will Can't save you."

"I see."

Shen Chenfeng took a deep breath and looked at the dark door, feeling a little excited in his heart.

Wuji Dragon King, Ao Sheng.

My good brother.

Today, I'm here to save you.


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