The disciples of Yunxiao Sword Sect and the disciples of Zhengyi met unexpectedly. The two sides were just stunned for a brief moment, and then started fighting together without saying a word.
As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.
There are eight on the Yunxiao Sword Sect side and twelve on the Zhengyi Sect side.
Zheng Yiyi has the upper hand in terms of numbers, and it is very close to Yunshan Canyon. If the other party provides support, it will come over very quickly.
However, the eight monks of the Yunxiao Sword Sect were obviously stronger than the twelve monks of the Zhengdao, so the two sides were temporarily evenly matched.
Lin Beichen was hanging in the air and had no intention of helping, at least for the time being.
Lin Beichen carefully observed the martial arts and magical powers of the Zhengyi monks.
He found that the monks of Zhengdao were far behind the Yunxiao Sword Sect in terms of combat magic and magical powers. After all, what they were best at was formations rather than combat and killing techniques. They were better at managing formations and applying talismans. Zhuan, if you give them time to make preparations, it will be difficult for the disciples of the Sword Sect to win.
This kind of sudden encounter is the weakness of Zhengdao disciples.
The Yunxiao Sword Sect, which specializes in swordsmanship, has been preparing for this kind of encounter since the day it was born.
Basically, no monks in the Zhengyi Dao fight alone. Several monks work together to use attack formations to fight.
The biggest weakness of this fighting method is its slow attack speed, and its biggest advantage is its huge power.
But it is a pity that the monks of Yunxiao Sword Sect attack very fast and often do not give the main monks time to operate the formation.
Use fast to defeat slow to gain the upper hand everywhere.
Just when life and death were about to be decided, on the Tianguan map that Lin Beichen was always paying attention to, a stream of light suddenly flew out from the Yunshan Canyon. Lin Beichen immediately knew that a master was coming.
He immediately lowered his voice and sent a message in a cold voice: "Danshi is coming, retreat quickly!"
The leader of the Yunxiao Sword Sect was a monk at the peak level of foundation building. When he suddenly heard the reminder, he did not hesitate and immediately blew a whistle. The disciples of the Yunxiao Sword Sect were able to advance and retreat in a measured manner. After hearing the order, although they could kill Zheng immediately. A monk, but still chose to obey the order.
It can be seen that these disciples of the Yunxiao Sword Sect are truly battle-hardened. With the tacit understanding of ten people, this is a spirit of cooperation that can only be honed by going forward and retreating together dozens of times.
Lin Beichen also immediately ascended to the clouds. His star-hiding technique was not perfect and there were always flaws, so he did not dare to show off in front of the Danshi.
Lin Beichen looked through the thick clouds and saw a bald man appearing in front of a disciple.
The disciples of Zhengdao said something to the bald head. The bald head did not chase the disciples of the Sword Sect, but chose to return to Yunshan Canyon!
When Lin Beichen saw this bald head, his heart suddenly moved.
Lin Beichen knew from Xiong San and Han Yang that even they were not qualified to enter and exit the Yunshan Canyon formation at will. Only Danshi-level beings could enter and exit freely.
If he could kill the bald head and use the bald head's body, wouldn't he be able to easily enter the Yunshan Canyon?
Lin Beichen took a closer look and found that this bald man actually had -1636 points of negative virtue.
It can be called extremely cruel!
When encountering such a guy, Lin Beichen would always think of ways to send him to hell, not to mention they were enemies.
Seeing that the bald head was about to dive into the Yunshan Canyon, Lin Beichen immediately let out a vague aura, and then retreated sharply.
Lin Beichen was high in the sky, his aura blooming. His bald head immediately stopped and looked up at the sky warily. The warm winter sun was still dazzling. He narrowed his eyes slightly, then suddenly pulled himself up and flew straight into the air.
Lin Beichen's battle against an alchemist was not empty at all. What he was forced to do now was two things.
One was that he was too close to Yunshan Canyon, attracting other strong men, and the other was that the bald man wouldn't follow him.
Now that the bald man had taken the bait, Lin Beichen immediately went to hell to find Xiong San and Han Yang: "There are two bald alchemists, who are they? What are their magical powers and what is their personality? Tell me the information you know about him." Tell me everything, no matter how big or small.”
Being steamed to hell
The tortured Xiong San and Han Yang once again got a chance to breathe.
The two of them had been waiting for this opportunity for so long, it seemed like they had been waiting for a hundred years.
Xiong San said fiercely: "Lin Beichen, unless you let us go, you won't be able to get a single word out of our mouths."
Lin Beichen tilted his head and looked at Han Yang aside: "What did you say?"
Han Yang frowned and said, "Me too."
Lin Beichen couldn't help but smile: "It seems that this steamer hell is not suitable for you. If you want to leave here, no problem, just come with me."
Xiong San and Han Yang were dubious about Lin Beichen's words, because Lin Beichen seemed a little too talkative.
They had made a lot of calculations before and deduced many things that Lin Beichen would say, but it was not such a simple and happy situation.
This made the two of them not sure how to continue.
Lin Beichen shook his robe sleeves, and the ground beneath Xiong San and Han Yang's feet suddenly softened. They felt as if they were stepping on sticky mud, and their bodies sank rapidly.
The two of them struggled subconsciously in panic.
However, Lin Beichen was the biggest in hell, and no one could compete with him.
"Don't you want to leave here? I'll take you to a more fun place. When you get there, you may become more sober."
The figures of the two people continued to fall downwards, and suddenly their feet were empty. They stepped on the air and fell directly from the sky. Read the book
From the air, they saw red-hot copper pillars standing on the ground beneath their feet. These copper pillars were hollow, with rolling magma inside them constantly surging, splashing up clouds of fireworks.
They even saw the alchemist with the alchemy tied to a copper pillar wailing in pain.
Then the Danshi carbonized bit by bit and died bit by bit.
This is not the scariest thing. The scariest thing is that they saw the dead Danshi come back to life again...
This is still a death cycle. If you are stuck here, you will never die and suffer forever!
"Welcome to the sixth level of the Copper Pillar Hell of the Eighteen Levels of Hell. Originally, you were just foundation-building monks and were not qualified to enter this level. But you have been clamoring to leave the Steamer Hell. You must be dissatisfied with the accommodation environment of the Steamer Hell. Not very satisfied. As the leader of hell, I naturally have to make you live happily, so I have to send you here. If you are not satisfied here, there are also Sword Mountain Hell and Iceberg Hell below. You are still not satisfied. There are also tongue pulling hell, scissors hell, iron tree hell, evil mirror hell, oil pot hell, bull pit hell, stone crushing hell, mortar hell, blood pool hell, wasted death hell, torture hell, volcano hell, and stone mill hell. , Saw Hell. I think there is always a place where you can feel at home, where you can happily answer my questions without threatening me."
Xiong San looked at the blood-red copper pillars. They were still far away, but his face was so hot that every breath seemed to burn his nasal cavity. His legs began to tremble involuntarily, and he was about to speak. , but Lin Beichen blocked his words: "Don't worry, you can feel the passion of the Copper Pillar Hell first and see if you like it here. We can talk about it after you have made up your mind."
Countless blood-red tentacles suddenly appeared under Xiong San and Han Yang's feet, like red-hot iron chains, wrapping them around them and pulling them close to the copper pillar.
Naturally, Xiong San and Han Yang struggled desperately, their flesh and blood sizzling as they were burned by the chains, and bursts of meaty smell emerged.
All the struggles were in vain, and soon Xiong San and Han Yang were locked on the copper pillar.
Heart-rending screams sounded instantly.
The level of pain in each level of hell is different.
If the pain index of the Tongue Pulling Hell is 1, then the Scissors Hell is 10, the Iron Tree Hell is 100, the Evil Mirror Hell is 1,000, the Steamer Hell is 10,000, and the Bronze Pillar Hell is 100,000.
The pain increases exponentially upwards, and precisely because of this, the lower you go, the more beneficial it is to wash away negative negative virtues.
Xiong San and Han Yang couldn't even survive the 10,000-point steamer hell, how could they get used to the 100,000-point pain?
Bronze Pillar Hell?
The screams of the two of them did not last long, their breath was dying, and they eventually turned into charcoal.
They soon recovered and were once again pulled to the copper pillar by the red-hot iron chain.
This time, the two of them had no intention of resisting at all, and shouted quickly: "I know I was wrong, and I will never dare to threaten you again. Please, please send us back to the steamer hell!"
"I say, I tell you everything, whatever you want to know, I tell you everything, ahhhhhh..."
Screams of pain accompanied by pleas for mercy continued to sound.
Lin Beichen put his hands behind his back and waited quietly, as if enjoying an interesting performance.
Lin Beichen felt that his character had become unpredictable, and secretly warned himself not to develop into a sadist!
After Xiong San and Han Yang died six times, Lin Beichen came to them. The bright red tentacles that broke out of the ground paused in the air for a moment, and then stopped moving, as if they were frozen in the void.
Seeing this scene, Xiong San and Han Yang hugged each other and cried with joy. In the end, they lay on the ground and kowtowed to Lin Beichen: "I know I was wrong, and I never dare to do it again. Please send me back to the steamer hell. I I never want to leave there again, it’s my paradise.”
Xiong San and Han Yang said in unison.
"I don't want to repeat the question I just asked, answer me now."
Xiong San quickly said: "I know that the bald man is our Elder Jueguang. He is good at offensive formations and is a rare offensive formation master."
Han Yang also quickly added: "Elder Jueguang has always been concise and concise. If he can say it in one sentence, he will never use two sentences. If he can say it in one word, he won't even bother to add a punctuation mark."
"Elder Jueguang..."
Han Yang and Xiong San began to explain the matter of Elder Jueguang. They only hoped to talk to Lin Beichen for a while. Only in this way could they escape the punishment of hell for a short time and get a chance to breathe and rest.
