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Chapter 26 Sign-in Rewards for the Eighteenth Floor of Hell

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    In the deep and empty Yan Luo Hall, there are ten seats.

    The Ten Hall of Yama is not in the Hall of Yama, so these ten seats are empty now.

    Below is the position of the civil and military judges. The bibliography, master book, and history are arranged in columns, and everything is in order.

    The ghost messengers brought the souls of the dead into the hall, and immediately the ghost soldiers came up to pick them up. The master book checked the crimes during his lifetime, made a verdict, and was thrown into the tongue-pulling hell to be tortured.

    Lin Baixuan originally wanted to follow up to have a look, but the ghost officer hurriedly stopped him, shook his head and said, "Don't go down anymore."

    "I just want to see what tongue-pulling hell looks like"

    "You can't go!"

    The ghost messenger pointed to the ground, and said with a smile, "You think this is the road of reincarnation outside? This is the place of punishment! Without the permission of the superior, you will be stamped with the seal of the priesthood, and you will not be able to step in at all."

    "Hell is divided into 18 layers, and the time flow rate of each layer is different. For example, in the first layer of tongue-pulling hell, one day outside is equivalent to 3,750 years inside; while in the second layer of scissors hell, one day  Equivalent to seven thousand years!"

    Lin Baixuan took a breath of air, and muttered to himself: "No wonder I heard people say that so-and-so committed a heinous crime and was sent to the eighteenth floor of hell, where he was punished for hundreds of millions of years. It turns out that this place is a space where time and space intersect"

    "I can't see it, but you have a bit of a brain!" The ghost almost nodded, admitting Lin Baixuan's guess.

    "Even if I didn't get the token of Shangguan, I wouldn't be able to pass through the lower hell. It only takes a moment"

    "The soul body will be torn apart by the cracks in time and space!" Lin Baixuan added the last half of the sentence, looking a little frustrated.

    "You're smart!" The ghost guard laughed and urged, "Let's go, there's nothing to see."

    He got a great merit and was in a very good mood. He felt that this former colleague was more pleasing to the eye, and told him, "Don't neglect your duties, accumulate more merits, and go to the world as soon as possible to be a errand and enjoy the incense, isn't it better than yours?"  Is it easy to stay in the underworld?"

    "Brother said"

    Back outside the gate of hell, Lin Baixuan suddenly showed a strange smile as he watched the ghost messenger meander away.

    In the palm of his hand, he held a small red round bead, which was neither gold, nor jade, nor iron, nor stone, nor wood, but more like the mercury of later generations.  There doesn't seem to be any power.

    But its short item name is earth-shattering.

    "A drop of Dijiang's blood essence!"

    It is an undoubted fact that the underworld is inextricably linked with the ancient witch clan.

    Whether it is the "Fire Nerve" and "Xuanming Zhenjue" of Zhu Rong and Xuanming, the two innate wonders of Jumang Shenmu and Xiyang, or the incomplete "Five Invincible Styles"

    Except for one "Shangqing Dadong Zhenjing".

    The most important sign-in rewards are all the relics of the Wu clan.

    The eighteen floors of hell present eighteen layers of space, with different time flow rates.

    Among the top ten ancestor witches in ancient times, only Di Jiang controlled the space, and was also known as the ancestor witch of space.

    Even if someone suddenly came to tell Lin Baixuan that the 18th floor of hell was established by Di Jiang, he would definitely believe it.

    The first time you step into hell to sign in, you can get Dijiang's blood essence.

    The reward for signing in this time is simply amazing!

    Lin Baixuan held Di Jiang's blood essence in his hand, and looked at the round blood bead quietly.

    If you take this drop of blood essence, you will have a great cause and effect with the Wu clan.

    Today, the outside world knows nothing.

    What is the real level of strength?  How is the division of power?

    In a blank situation, in fact, it is not advisable to make great efforts to avoid countless right and wrong!

    "However, my current cultivation base is only in the realm of a true immortal, and my nine-turn profound art has only two levels.

    And this drop of ancestral witch blood contains an immeasurable amount of true energy, which can at least allow me to break through the current realm.  The strength of the Xianxia world is the most respected, even if it is involved with the Wu Clan, it is always a good thing to have more self-protection"

    Lin Baixuan weighed the two completely different options in his mind for a short moment, and immediately made a decision.

    "If there are many lice, there is no itching, and if there are many debts, there is no worry!"

    Anyway, he has already obtained countless benefits from the Wu Clan, and this drop of blood essence is nothing more than an extra layer of karma.

    In the words of that person¡ªit should be destined to be with me!

    It is very shameless to find for myselfWith this excuse, Lin Baixuan immediately calmed down.

    He returned to Luanhungang, sacrificed the Qiankun cauldron, sealed the earth, fire, water and wind, and then swallowed Dijiang's blood essence with confidence.

    "Boom!"

    Just as the essence and blood sank into Lin Baixuan's body, it seemed that a force exploded.

    There are countless overlapping spaces squeezing towards him together, even the double golden body only had time to resist for a moment before it was crushed to pieces under the mighty might of the wild world.

    In an instant, he felt pain all over his body like burning, as if countless blunt small knives were constantly cutting his body, cutting off small pieces of flesh and bones.

    Immediately afterwards, there was another itching that pierced into the bone marrow, making him want to reach out and tear off all the flesh.  Endless pain spread all over his body, but he couldn't move at all.

    Just a moment passed, but in his consciousness, it seemed as long as several hours.

    Just when he was struggling to resist the pain, there was a sudden change.

    In the far distance, there seemed to be the sound of water flowing, which became louder and louder from far to near, and finally turned into a loud "rumbling" sound, as if a dam had burst its embankment!

    In his body, a long river containing extremely pure vitality rushed straight up.

    Lin Baixuan endured the pain and tried his best to run the "Nine Turns Mysterious Art". Wherever the vitality passed, the blood and meridians were continuously reorganized, rapidly repairing and transforming his golden body.

    Looking carefully, what the long river flows is not river water, but countless incomparably mysterious runes, constantly emerging in the river bed, and gradually disappearing.

    In the sea of ??consciousness, there was a loud bang, as if two doors were slowly opening.

    Changhe ran rampant along the meridians in his body, rushing all the way into the Purple Mansion of the Sea of ??Consciousness.

    The next moment, Lin Baixuan's entire sea of ??consciousness shook violently.

    In an instant, he seemed to feel the growth, aging, and destruction of all things, the vicissitudes of life, the cycle of life and death, the heroic aura detouring between the heaven and the earth, the endless waves settling and surging, and even going back to the beginning of the world and the beginning of the Three Realms, he seemed to see a majestic and majestic scene.  The picture scroll of extreme years and changes unfolded in his mind.

    It was just a moment, but he seemed to have passed hundreds of millions of years.

    In the Qiankun cauldron, thick fog filled the air.

    At this time, Lin Baixuan's whole body was bathed in the chaotic mist, his golden body was shining brightly, and he could vaguely see the chaos separating, the fresh air rising, and the dirty air sinking, unexpectedly there was a vague artistic conception of opening up the world.

    A black and white yin and yang fish pattern flashes slowly on the forehead, and the black and white poles slowly rotate.

    The third floor of "Nine Turns Mysterious Art"!  Achieved!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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