One person: Incredible understanding! Starting from the Gu Body Saint Child

Chapter 223 Eighteen Hells

The two fell downwards, and when they were about to touch the bottom, Chen Dao whipped up a strong wind, held them up, and then landed gently.

After landing, they saw a shining entrance in the ruins.

You can still see the sign at the entrance, which is written in small seal script - "Eighteen Levels of Hell".

"Eighteen levels of hell? Interesting, he is still a cultural person." Wang Zhenqiu walked closer to look at the plaque, showing great interest.

Eighteen levels of hell.

This word originally originated from Buddhism. The "eighteen levels" of hell that Buddhism refers to do not mean that there are really eighteen levels of hell.

Hell is not divided into levels, but is described in terms of time, degree of suffering, and area size.

Each hell is twenty times more painful than the previous hell, and lifespan is doubled. The longer you live, the more you suffer.

The hell that never transcends rebirth is collectively called "intermittent hell", which means that there is no interruption in suffering, no rest for a second, and eternal suffering.

The "Eighteen Levels of Hell" passed down from Buddhism comes from the "Eighteen Mud Plow Sutra".

The eighteen levels of hell listed in it are all transliterated from Sanskrit, namely: Guangjuju, Juxulue, Sangjudu, Lou, Fangzu, Caowubici, Dulunandan, Bulubanhu, Wu There are eighteen hells including Jingdu, Niludu, Wulue, Wuman, Wujii, Wuhu, Xujianju, Moduganzhihu, Qutongtu and Chenmo.

Among them, the first prison uses 3750 human years as one day, the 30th as one month, and the 12th as one year. The guilty must serve 135 years in this prison—that is, billion human years!

The descriptions in Journey to the West are: Diaojin Prison, Netherworld Prison, Fire Pit Prison, Fengdu Prison, Tongue Pulling Prison, Skinning Prison, Grinding Prison, Dying Prison, Car Collapsing Prison, Ice Prison, and Shelling Out. There are eighteen levels of hell including Hell, Intestinal Extraction Hell, Blood Pond Hell, Oil Pot Hell, Darkness Hell, Knife Mountain Hell, Blood Pond Hell, Abi Hell, and Scale Rod Hell.

As for the Senluo Hall, the Ten Halls of Hell, the City of Wasted Death, and the Naihe Bridge in hell, they all belong to Taoism and folk culture.

Obviously there is no such thing here, Shang Zheng does not believe in those things.

But just looking at the description of this time span and the punishments in each level of hell is enough to make people scared!

Just like the classic tongue pulling hell, that is to use iron pliers to clamp the tongue and pull it out! And instead of pulling it out all at once, it stretches it and pulls it slowly, which will increase the pain to the extreme!

And after the tongue is pulled out, it will grow back and be tortured repeatedly!

But whether Shang Zheng's eighteen levels of hell can reach this level is unknown.

This is not an interior scene, so he can't do that.

"Go in and take a look?" Wang Zhenqiu pointed inside and looked at Chen Dao with interest.

"Let's see how much he can restore." Chen Dao nodded, raised the corner of his mouth and stepped into it first.

Entering it, the surrounding environment suddenly changes.

As we walked deeper and deeper, the surrounding temperature began to rise, and the original metal walls gradually turned into rocks and turned into a tunnel.

And the rock was red, as if it had been burned by fire.

"What's going on? He built a big furnace underground?" Wang Zhenqiu looked at the stone walls around him, wrapped Qi in his hand, and tried to touch it.

"呲-"

"Good guy, this has to be on Baidu, right? Nuclear power?"

"It's not that scary, but it's almost the same." Chen Dao walked out of the tunnel and turned back to greet Wang Zhenqiu: "You'll know when you come and take a look."

Wang Zhenqiu came to the tunnel entrance.

It wasn't very bright inside the tunnel, but because the stone walls on all sides were burned red, there was some light and I could barely see the road clearly. But when we arrived at the entrance of the tunnel, everything became brighter, just like the lights were turned on in the Vienna Golden Hall. It was bright without a trace of darkness or haze.

Of course, this is not the Vienna Golden Hall, but an entire crater!

Shang Zheng dug out a volcano in the mountains of southwest China!

He even arranged the research institute and the eighteen levels of hell he established in the volcano.

Yes, the so-called eighteen levels of hell are in the crater, on top of that layer of magma!

There is a spiral staircase going forward from the cave entrance.

Every time the stairs turn around, there is a door with a stone plaque, which is the entrance to the so-called "Eighteen Levels of Hell".

And if you want to continue going down, you need to pass through this layer of hell before you can come out of the hole on the other side and continue to go down the stairs.

"It seems that the other party has been planning it for a long time. This volcano is active, but there is no sign of eruption. Without explosives equivalent to millions of tons of TNT, this place will not be allowed to erupt. It is not a trap that will destroy everything."

"It's not an interior scene, it's not an illusion. I'm curious about what he put in it, elves or those weird monsters?"

"There are all kinds of strange things about aliens, and anything is possible. That Behemoth in the West is already involved in technology. If he has the capital and technology, it would be normal for him to do it."

Chen Dao said casually, and then walked down the stairs.

He gave a wrong guide, blaming all this on "technology". With genetic technology and related abilities, it is not a problem to temporarily change a person's genes.

Lao Meng can also do this using viruses!

"Well, it is indeed possible." Wang Zhenqiu thought for a moment and temporarily accepted this statement.

There is an information gap between the two of them, and this information gap is difficult to break through.

Before Chen Dao trusted him to tell him everything, or before Wang Zhenqiu saw the Blood God with his own eyes, he had to accept whatever information Chen Dao gave him!

There is no room for bargaining!

The two soon arrived at the first level of hell, the hanging-jin hell.

After entering the gate, what comes into view are rows of neatly hung white gelatinous objects, as many as hundreds.

Wang Zhenqiu stepped forward and touched it, and then said solemnly: "It's a tendon, and it's a human tendon!"

"As the name suggests, it's really a hell for hanging muscles. What about the enemy? Or is it just for us to see?"

As Chen Dao spoke, he raised his hand and released a large amount of green mist visible to the naked eye from his palm.

The mist spread quickly and quickly covered the entire space.

The hanging tendons turned into pus the moment they hit the green mist, and turned into dry ash and scattered to the ground as they fell.

And as those tendons were melted into ashes, roars began to sound around them, and then hundreds of unknown creatures rushed towards Chen Dao and Wang Zhenqiu from the darkness!

The reason why they are called unknown creatures is because their skin is gone!

Although he rushed over quickly, his body was stiff and his limbs were scattered, as if there was nothing to support him.

The moment they were saved, these monsters fell to the ground.

But even though he had fallen down, he was still crawling forward as if he had been summoned by some kind of call.

"It's really hell. There is no threat. It's so disgusting." Wang Zhenqiu was very unhappy when he saw this.

He loves to join in and have fun.

But what he wants is fun, not tasteless gore!

"Well, I'm afraid the hell will be like this in the future, let's go there." Chen Dao waved his hand, and the suspended poison fell down, destroying these poor guys who had been completely transformed and became the followers of the Blood God.

After it was destroyed, the two headed towards the next level of hell.

(End of this chapter)