"But we have to minimize the number of deaths, otherwise it will be troublesome to continue the blood sacrifice!" Wang Shuo sighed in his heart, and his eyes flashed red.

The cultivation level of several people on the tree increased rapidly, reaching the late Nascent Soul stage in the blink of an eye. The originally imprisoned mana suddenly broke through the blockade and overflowed from the dantian, and several people broke free from the sharp blade.

As soon as they broke free, they all took out the healing talisman or pill and drank it. The injuries on their backs soon recovered, and they quickly took out the magic weapon and hit the tree demon.

The dryad bared its teeth and said: "Those who escape sin will never be reincarnated!"

After saying that, the arm on the tree pulled out the sharp blade and slashed it towards the ground.

The one-foot-tall fin-like sword light rushed towards several people.

Several people used their magic weapons to instantly break the sword light in front of them.

Then each one of them made hand seals and muttered words, and began to cast the powerful spells of their respective sects.

However, the man whose fingers had been cut off could only recite the incantation hurriedly, and his speed was obviously slower than that of several people around him.

Seeing this, the tree demon opened its mouth and screamed "Wow!" and suddenly puffed up its air. Countless sharp blades around it were detached from the tree trunk, turning into sword rain and falling from the sky, covering several people in it.

"ah!"

The albino man with the broken finger was startled. A flash of light flashed across his forehead. A small man the size of a thumb suddenly appeared. He looked just like a man. He held a golden gourd in his hand. He disappeared in the blink of an eye. When he saw him again, he had already appeared.

Not far away from Wang Shuo.

This child abandoned his body at the critical moment and planned to use Yuanying's teleportation technique to save his life.

In the rain of swords, the man's body instantly turned into a pile of minced meat. On the other hand, several other people used the magic in their hands to resist tenaciously.

Xue Yuyan stared at how many people were fighting: "Can you beat them?"

Wang Shuo narrowed his eyes, and the red light flashed through his eyes again.

The spells of several people suddenly changed from the original colors to dark colors, and their power was instantly increased by 50%.

The tree demon seemed to sense that something was wrong, and looked at Wang Shuo angrily: "Why are you helping me, an idle man?"

Wang Shuo's face was expressionless, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Several people used spells to welcome the rain of swords and approached the tree demon little by little.

"Boom!"

The spell hit the dryad tree trunk, and the explosion resounded throughout the Shura Hall, causing everyone's bodies to tremble slightly.

The dryad let out a breath of air, and then turned into blue smoke and dispersed.

But everyone did not relax their vigilance, holding on to the magic weapon one by one, waiting for the next prison!

Nascent Soul, a man from the albino sect who was hiding not far from Wang Shuo, was looking around with his eyes. None of his fellow sect brothers paid any attention to him.

"Senior...Senior, I hope this junior can survive!"

Wang Shuo glanced at him: "Just pray that in the hell behind you, you and I will commit the same crime!"

Xueya's eyes were erratic: "I have never done anything in my life except murder and practice. I'm afraid I can't help you much!"

Wang Shuo snorted coldly and immediately knew what the demon was thinking: "The Eighteen Hells are just for scaring people, they are nothing to be afraid of!"

Lin Ying and Xue Yuyan looked at Xueya with a lot of vigilance, and their consciousness was subconsciously locked on this monster.

"look up!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and everyone looked up.

I saw a huge round mirror covering the heads of everyone. The diameter of the round mirror was tens of feet, and a circle of silver carvings and ghosts surrounded the edge of the mirror.

"building!"

This is the fourth level of hell, also known as the mirror hell. If someone commits a crime in the upper world, even if he does not tell the truth, or if he finds a way to hide it, even if he escapes punishment or is a fugitive, he will be on the run for the rest of his life.

You will eventually die. You will report to the underworld and be sent to the Hell of Evil Mirror. When you look in the mirror, your guilt will appear. After serving your sentence, you will be sent to different hells to suffer the consequences.

If the sinner commits too many crimes and the Lord of Hell cannot check them all one by one, but it is certain that he has committed many crimes, then the sinner will be thrown into the mirror hell. The mirror will show each crime one by one and put the sinner in the mirror. He will be imprisoned in this prison. Not only that, he will be taken to another hell to serve his sentence after serving his time.

The moment Wang Shuo looked at the mirror, he fell into it. His murderous past emerged one by one in front of his eyes. In addition, he also used soul skills to control others.

When these visions of recalling in the mirror ended, a rough voice came to my ears: "Send to Dulu Nandan, Wujie!"

Dulu Nandan is also called Daoshan Hell, the seventh level of the legendary eighteen levels of hell.

Those who blaspheme gods and living beings will be sent to this prison after death. The reason is that the underworld is different from the human world. There is no distinction between high and low. Cows, horses, cats, dogs and people are collectively called living beings. Those who commit the above two crimes One of them will be sent to the Hell of Sword Mountain after death and asked to climb the Mountain of Swords... Depending on the severity of his crime, he may "reside" on the Mountain of Swords permanently.

Wujie is also known as the Blood Pool Hell. It is the thirteenth level of the legendary eighteen levels of hell. Anyone who does not respect others, does not honor his parents, is not upright, and practices crooked ways will be sent to the Blood Pool Hell after death. He will be thrown into the Blood Pool to suffer. .Anyone who dies of dystocia, vomits blood, or bleeds will be thrown into the blood pool hell after death. There is another saying that those who are disrespectful to gods and Buddhas will be thrown into the blood pool hell. Some Buddhist scriptures say: Those who kill Buddha will be thrown into the blood pool hell. .

As soon as he finished speaking, everything around Wang Shuo turned into a blank like an ink painting fading.

"Huh?" Wang Shuo lowered his head and looked around, with a bit of confusion on his face.

"Lin Ying, Yu Yan?" Wang Shuo tried calling several people, but no one responded.

Suddenly, the surrounding blank space gradually gained color, and Wang Shuo appeared halfway up the mountain. The mountain was completely bare, without any trees, without any living creatures, and it was a desert.

Wang Shuo looked towards the mountain. It towered into the clouds and he couldn't see the end.

Looking back again, I saw that the mountain road behind was collapsing rapidly, and a huge ghost was opening its mouth to swallow it forward, obviously intending to force Wang Shuo to move forward.

Soon the giant ghost was about to swallow Wang Shuo. Wang Shuo frowned and crawled upwards.

"Pfft, pfft"

As soon as Wang Shuo took a step forward, a sword emerged from the ground and pierced the sole of Wang Shuo's foot accurately. The pain was comparable to breaking an arm dozens of times.

Wang Shuo gritted his teeth in pain, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He couldn't raise even half of his magic power, so he could only move forward honestly.

"It's just going to be a mountain of swords, so why be afraid!"

…

Two hundred years later, a white-haired man stood on the top of the mountain.

This person's clothes are in rags, and his arms and feet are covered with bloody scabs. If it weren't for the white spots on the back of his clothes, he would have been thought to be wearing red clothes.

This person is none other than Wang Shuo, who has climbed the Sword Mountain for two hundred years.

His eyes looked forward dully, and soon they gradually regained their brightness. His face was filled with ecstasy, and he looked up to the sky and roared.

After bowing his head, he showed a look of disobedience to fate: "You have to go through this mountain of knives to kill? Shouldn't those people be killed? Shouldn't those who bully others, traitors, unreasonable people, invade others, and those who seek wealth and murder be killed? !Why did I, Wang Shuo, do anything wrong and suffer from this mountain of swords?"
Chapter completed!