"what happened?"
Countless people changed their minds.
This is so inconsistent! Is the existence of Ksitigarbha Patriarch fake?
Do the eighteen levels of hell, purely embodied by Yang Gang's imagination, really exist in these Nine Netherworlds?
"When the truth is true, the false is also true, and when the false is true, the true is also false..." Under the hell, Yang Gang raised his head with a strange smile, "Master Ksitigarbha, since you have inherited the cause and effect of this name..."
I don't know what he thought of, but his smile turned into a sneer, "Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will. This time... just enjoy it!"
"ah--"
The screams were earth-shattering and echoed in the eighteen levels of hell.
Those eighteen sets of illusory and condensed instruments of torture seemed to contain the rules that existed when the world of reincarnation was created, tightly binding the figure of Patriarch Ksitigarbha.
I saw his body flying up involuntarily and being held up on a wooden stake by an invisible force.
immediately.
A ghost covered in black mud came out of nowhere, grabbed Ksitigarbha Patriarch's chin, and in his astonished eyes, grabbed his tongue - and pulled it out hard.
"Ah~~~um~~~"
The shrill scream turned into a dull howl. The founder of Ksitigarbha felt that the pain coming from his body was magnified countless times in an instant. He always turned around like this countless times, and the ascetic monk who had experienced all the sufferings in the world couldn't bear it. .
"Let go... Netherworld Emperor, you don't want to eat..." Patriarch Ksitigarbha wailed in pain.
"Can't bear it anymore? It's just begun..."
Yang Gang smiled slightly.
As he thought, the second set of torture instruments fell.
Ten little ghosts appeared from all directions, with ferocious happy smiles on their faces. They held a pair of scissors in their hands, clamped the fingers of Ksitigarbha Patriarch, and cut them hard.
"ah--"
Ksitigarbha Patriarch looked up to the sky and roared, his dull voice becoming passionate again, as if he was undergoing the most painful punishment in the world.
"Let me go! Please...let me go!!"
The profound Ksitigarbha Patriarch has broken through the defense!
Countless people's eyes fell on the tortured Ksitigarbha Patriarch, full of shock.
They never imagined that practitioners who had reached this level of cultivation would be afraid of seemingly ordinary punishments.
"Emperor Netherworld, you have gone too far!"
Hou Yi's voice rang out above the blood moon, and an arrow shot through the void like a gust of wind and rain.
"In the land of reincarnation, everyone is treated equally."
The Netherworld Emperor's voice responded: "Since this monk has vowed to go to hell and vow not to become a Buddha, he will inherit the cause and effect and try all the sufferings in the world. This is what he deserves..."
"It's good to treat everyone equally." Hou Yi sneered.
Then he turned around, not knowing whether it was to comfort him or to express his anger, and said to Patriarch Ksitigarbha: "Old monk, please stop struggling. Netherworld's magical power complies with the rules of reincarnation. All creatures who fall into the eighteenth level of hell will suffer this calamity."
"Who told you...that you have a bad mouth and long hands?"
"Ah~~~~" Ksitigarbha Patriarch, who had his tongue and fingers cut off, howled weakly, like a helpless little lamb.
"rest assured."
Yang Gang controlled Hou Yi's body and comforted him on the blood moon: "This hell's magical power comes from the rules of reincarnation. You can't resist under the rules, but it can't kill you either."
"only……"
Just what?
A trace of doubt arose in everyone's mind.
Subsequently.
Ksitigarbha Patriarch seemed to have a premonition of something terrifying, and he opened his eyes wide and struggled wildly.
However.
This is the underworld.
The two most powerful combat forces here are under Yang Gang's control. How could he let Master Ksitigarbha escape?
A set of torture instruments fell and acted on Ksitigarbha's body.
Steamer, mountain of knives, stone mill, saw... Under the watchful eyes of all beings in the three realms, Ksitigarbha Patriarch pitifully and helplessly endured the cruelest punishment in the world. His body composed of souls trembled and almost collapsed.
finally.
Eighteen sets of punishments are over.
Countless people breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.
The dying Patriarch Ksitigarbha slowly raised his head and showed a happy smile.
it is finally over!
suddenly.
His expression changed.
Eighteen sets of torture instruments fell again.
It's like time repeats itself.
The first ghost covered in black mud stood in front of him and pinched his chin.
"ah--"
Patriarch Ksitigarbha screamed pitifully and roared to the sky: "Why... why..."
"The rules of reincarnation are fair and clear. Since you still have to suffer this punishment, it means that the pain you suffered before is not enough to offset the sins you committed in the past." The Netherworld Emperor said slowly.
"No!!!"
Ksitigarbha's spiritual body seemed to have reached its limit and could no longer bear it, exploding with endless Buddha light.
Three figures shook out of his body.
But two of them have turned into pure Buddha light without any consciousness.
Only the Western Tathagata Buddha on the left still had a breath left. He swallowed two balls of Buddha's light into his body in one mouthful and turned into a golden light and escaped towards the western sky.
There was no stopping him.
Everyone was shocked by the strange magical power of the Netherworld Emperor, and endless fear filled their hearts.
Infernal powers?
Transformed by the rules of reincarnation, regardless of power, everyone is treated equally.
Apart from the legendary supreme being who is untainted by cause and effect, and those saints with perfect merits and perfect virtues, who can resist such magical powers?
Yang Gang looked at this scene and smiled slightly.
"If I wipe out the Buddhist sect today, ghost sects and demonic sects will take their place in the future to fill the vacancies. But now that their power has been weakened to the extreme, the threat in the future will be much smaller..."
"I'm so smart!"
"Netherworld...Great Emperor..." Patriarch Ksitigarbha murmured in pain, and was immediately blown into the depths of the eighteenth level of hell by a gust of breeze.
No one knows what awaits him in the future.
"Roar——" Without the restraint of the Ksitigarbha Patriarch, the ancient demon god completely let go of his hands and ran rampant in hell, chasing the three great Zhou gods with no way to go to heaven or to the earth.
The terrifying and bloodthirsty demonic nature makes countless people terrified.
Even the Jiuyou clansman hiding in the depths of hell, once he caught his sight, he actually swung his ax to kill him.
Kill!
The rampant killings resounded in the depths of Jiuyou.
"Run!"
"Run? That demon kills everyone on sight. None of the three gods are their combined enemies. Where can we run to!"
"Resign yourself to your fate!"
"Since we dare to enter this ominous place, we should be prepared."
"Hahahaha, die! Let's all die. When the three gods are dead, it will be our turn..."
The God of Justice and the Patriarch Ksitigarbha fell into hell together, and the Sun-shooting God Hou Yi was restrained by the Nether Emperor.
If the ancient demon gods were allowed to kill wantonly, Jiuyou and Dazhou could be said to be in a lose-lose situation this time.
But at this point, who else has the ability to save them?
Dazhou, Jiuyou, and countless creatures in hell can't help but feel despair.
At this time.
A dim beam of sunlight slowly emerged from beneath hell, like a ray of sunshine in the endless darkness.
"What's this?"
In the eyes of countless people's hope.
Yang Gang, wearing silver armor and stepping on the bright sun, slowly rose from the deepest part of the eighteenth hell.
(End of chapter)
