Chapter 624

Tick!

Tick!

The clouds cleared and the rain stopped, and drops of blood fell to the ground, mixed in the rainwater, sprinkled into the parched earth, and were absorbed by the earth in an instant.

The temple knight Lu Zhong, who was originally fierce, knelt on the ground at this time, the giant sword in his hands broken in half, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

And around him, layer after layer of paper figures seemed endless...

"Evil!"

Lu Zhong looked at Fang Xing, his eyes splitting: "Even if I die in battle today, justice will prevail! One day, my teammates will take your head instead of me, under the gaze of the gods..."

"Oh? You won't see that day."

Fang Xing seemed interested, standing in front of Lu Zhong: "Temple knight... I haven't asked your name yet, you attacked me indiscriminately... I have decided, I want to take your soul, let you attach to the paper figure, and suffer torture forever."

This is of course a lie; this level of enemy is not worth him doing so.

The reason why Fang Xing is like this is because he sensed that this temple knight still has a trump card.

Moreover, he is quite interested, just trying it out.

"No! Even if my soul falls into the underworld, I will persist in my faith... and my god will eventually redeem me!"

Lu Zhong had piety and faith on his face.

Suddenly, he looked at Fang Xing who was approaching, and a trace of success appeared in his eyes: "And you, will be banished with me!"

In an instant, Lu Zhong tore off an amulet on his neck.

This is a high-level strange object bestowed upon him by the teachings of the God of Redemption—Banishment Amulet! A one-time banishment spell is stored in it, and it has been blessed by the god, and the priority level is very high!

In an instant, a layer of spiritual light wrapped Fang Xing and Lu Zhong.

Almost in an instant, the two were banished from the mortal world, and their figures disappeared without a trace.

Underworld.

All around is crimson, carrying heat and high temperature.

The earth is parched, cracked...

Occasionally, you can see unwilling souls lying on the ground wailing, their figures constantly becoming illusory...

Some wandering souls seem to be unable to bear this kind of suffering anymore, directly turning into nothingness, soul flying and spirit scattering.

This is the first layer of the eighteen layers of hell—Scorching Hell!

Because there is no need to consider reincarnation and others, only torture the soul is needed, so there are almost no gods in hell, only various tortures.

Chichi!

A spiritual light flashed.

The figures of Fang Xing and Lu Zhong appeared at a place in the Scorching Hell almost at the same time.

"So hot..."

Fang Xing used his hand as a fan and fanned twice.

He felt so, so one can imagine what kind of torture those souls are suffering.

And not far away, Lu Zhong was already gasping for breath, seemingly about to die in the next moment.

"God... I am here!"

Although Lu Zhong was about to die, his eyes were very bright, seemingly seeing the divine kingdom he longed for.

But the next moment!

——Advanced Natural Healing!

A green spiritual light fell on him, making the injuries on his body recover quickly.

Lu Zhong turned over and stood up in disbelief, looking at Fang Xing.

This is definitely a demon head of the Yang Spirit realm; I don't know why he would take action to treat him.

Obviously, the other party must be considering what kind of torture to torture him!

Thinking of this, Lu Zhong immediately showed an unyielding expression on his face.

If it weren't for the doctrine of the God of Redemption prohibiting suicide, he would have committed suicide the moment he fell into the underworld, and then his divine soul would go to the divine kingdom.

But it's not too late at this time. With his level in the church, a divine envoy will soon descend to redeem him from the sea of suffering.

But after half a day, a look of suspicion appeared on Lu Zhong's face.

He knelt down and prayed loudly: "Lord of Redemption, you are the incarnation of salvation, the arbiter of justice in the world... I pray for your favor, pray for your listening, pray for you to cast a glance..."

Half a day passed, and there was still no response.

Lu Zhong turned around suddenly, looking at Fang Xing with eyes that wanted to eat people: "Evil, is it you?"

"Haha... you are just passively affected by one of my talents."

Fang Xing laughed.

Unexpectedly, the effect of 'Divine Eye Hard to Reach' is so good, like opening the fog of war.

Not only himself, but also the clergy who have a fate entanglement with him or are too close will also be affected by the signal.

But this situation is indeed promoted by him.

After all, Fang Xing had long wanted to come to the underworld to see the eighteen layers of hell.

Before, he sensed that Lu Zhong was carrying a 'ticket', so he was unceremonious to hitch a ride, no, it should be said that Lu Zhong forcibly pulled him on the car.

And at this time, Lu Zhong's expression was somewhat collapsed, muttering: "My Lord... why is your great power difficult to reach this place? No no... I cannot waver... my faith..."

Fang Xing was too lazy to pay attention to him, and let go of his perception.

"Hmm, eighteen layers of hell, it is indeed a lower plane structure; this is the first layer of Scorching Hell, the second layer is Ice Hell... Only the souls that can survive this ice and fire double heaven torture will actively fall to the lower hell..." "The third layer, it seems to be Hanging Tendon Hell? Next is Tongue-Pulling Hell, Skin-Peeling Hell, Pestle-Pounding Hell, Car-Crushing Hell... all the way to the final Infinite Hell!"

"In short, the souls of non-believers who fall into this place, even if they survive the first seventeen layers of hell, must suffer eternal torture and suffering in the eighteenth layer of Infinite Hell... to intimidate those non-believers."

"Eh? No... the structure of the eighteen layers of hell is a bit strange... the main body is similar to an inverted pyramid... but spirituality flows in it... is this a formation that constantly tortures souls and extracts essence from them?"

Fang Xing exclaimed.

The gods have played tricks on faith; even the souls of non-believers have to make a huge contribution after death.

However, the souls of non-believers are usually used for wall pasting, and now it is just waste utilization, it seems there is nothing.

"Hungry... I'm so hungry..."

Just as Lu Zhong collapsed and Fang Xing was pondering, a soul floated over.

He presented a middle-aged image, full of wind and frost, his hands wrapped in bandages, seemingly an experienced warrior when he was young.

But at this time, this soul's lower limbs were illusory, obviously tortured to a certain extent, and even his consciousness was a bit blurred.

"Eighteen layers of hell, naturally there can be no food."

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"Therefore, the souls that fall into this place must also suffer from hunger and thirst at all times..."

Fang Xing sighed.

Outside this eighteen layers of hell, there is an invisible hungry ghost hell.

Fortunately, Druids will not starve to death wherever they go.

Thinking of this, he took a few seeds from his arms and planted them on the earth.

It's strange!

The temperature of the earth in Scorching Hell is extremely high, and the seeds should be roasted when they land.

But at this time, the seeds just became a bit red on the surface, and actually began to take root and sprout...

Not long after, bamboo stalks as red as fire grew out, rising section by section.

This 'Fire Jade Bamboo' is a by-product of Fang Xing planting green spirit bamboo, which is a kind of mutated spiritual plant and extremely needs fire spiritual energy.

It just so happens that in Scorching Hell, there is nothing else, but the heat is enough.

This Fire Jade Bamboo grew and strengthened... then actually made a cracking sound.

Snap!

A section of bamboo cracked and fell into Fang Xing's hand.

Fang Xing broke it open, and saw that it was full of red jade-like spiritual rice, which had actually been steamed.

The red jade spiritual rice grains were crystal clear like jade, and carried a mellow fragrance.

Even Lu Zhong, who was collapsing nearby, couldn't help but move his neck subconsciously.

"Give it to you."

Fang Xing was not hungry at this time, and directly threw the bamboo tube containing bamboo rice to the wandering soul.

The wandering soul reached out, actually able to grab the bamboo tube, and then immediately began to eat greedily.

"Don't worry... there is a lot here."

Fang Xing smiled and planted another strange vine.

When green gourds grew on the vine, a chill erupted.

Fang Xing picked a green-skinned gourd, opened the gourd mouth, and instantly a sweet spring surged out.

As a legendary Druid, as long as he wants, give him a certain amount of time, and planting this eighteen layers of hell with various plants, making hell a paradise, is just a matter of turning his hand.

At this time, the warrior wandering soul, like a hungry ghost, had already eaten more than ten sections of bamboo rice, and his expression seemed to become clear.

"Okay, after eating my meal, you have to work for me."

Fang Xing grabbed the wandering soul, and the soul-bewitching technique flashed in his eyes.

After obtaining the orthodoxy of the ten righteous and evil sects and completing the soul-bewitching technique, his soul-searching technique is now blue out of blue.

Soon, the life of this middle-aged warrior appeared before his eyes.

This veteran soldier was named 'Wu Yong', a devout believer of the God of War. For the cause of the god, he once gave up everything, joined the elite legion of the God of War, survived dozens of times, and then retired to return to the village to marry a wife and have children.

Speaking of which, this should be a very ordinary story, but his wife was too beautiful, and the clergy in the War Church were not all saints who were pure-hearted and few desires...

After the incident, Wu Yong had already lost his wife and children. He went crazy and sharpened the rusty saber he brought back from the battlefield, taking the life of that priest.

Then, he was beaten as a 'non-believer', not only killed, but also had to go to hell after death, waiting for soul flying and spirit scattering...

"He actually still has faith, but the Church of the God of War abandoned him."

Fang Xing shook his head and threw the wandering soul away.

Lu Zhong trembled all over, possessed by the wandering soul, seemingly feeling the life of this wandering soul: "No..."

Two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eye sockets. After all, as a temple knight, he must abide by justice: "Why is it like this?"

"Very simple, because the procedure is wrong, no matter how righteous Wu Yong's behavior is, he must die!"

Fang Xing sneered: "In the Zhou Shenchao, even if you are wronged, you can pray to your superiors to make decisions for you, but you just can't make decisions for yourself! This is called rebellion! Naturally, it must be suppressed fiercely!"

"But this is not the key, the key is that although this person killed the priest of the God of War, he still believes in the God of War... but the god abandoned him, letting him suffer here until his soul flies and spirit scatters..."

Fang Xing's eyes lit up, seemingly grasping something: "This violates the contract between man and god; man offers faith, obtains redemption after death, this should not be violated!"

(End of chapter)