Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

A frying pan the size of a swimming pool rose in front of everyone.

At first glance, the rolling hot oil was actually crowded with people, to be precise, they should be ghosts.

The flesh of these ghosts had been blown to pieces, and they were beyond recognition. They were struggling and thrashing inside, which was horrifying to watch.

From time to time, you can still hear the crackling sound of frying in the oil pan.

Zhang Zhiwei tugged on the iron cord that "grew" out of his chest and felt the reaction from his body. He found that the iron cord was rooted deep in his soul.

It is not easy to break free of it with brute force, because it is connected to the soul, and if it is torn off with brute force, it may cause some damage to the soul.

This is an extremely simple and crude method of confinement, but the simpler something is, the more unsolvable it is.

If you want to get rid of this iron rope, the best way is to avoid it when it restrains you. Otherwise, you can only obediently get the key.

Of course, that's just for ordinary people, Zhang Zhiwei still has a way to solve it.

The abilities he learned from the Compendium of Materia Medica: Renpuppet are divided into yin and yang. Yang can modify the body, and yin can modify the soul. It is not difficult to pull this thing out of the soul.

But... you can pull it out, but it's not necessary. The key is in the oil pan in front of you. You can grab it as soon as you reach out. Why burn the iron rope? Isn't this the same as dismantling the door without me if you have the key?

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand toward the oil pan and held it with his fingers. A golden light burst out from his palm and turned into a big hand to grab the oil pan.

But when they were about to submerge, the ghosts screaming in the oil pan suddenly jumped up and bit Zhang Zhiwei's golden hand.

"act recklessly!"

Zhang Zhiwei whispered, his fingers suddenly tightened, and his big golden hands clenched violently, and those little devils died without even a scream.

Then, he grabbed it down, fished it in the pot for a while with his big golden hand like a colander, and picked up a black key.

But just as he emerged from the water, before he could take back his hand, the golden light suddenly collapsed, and the key that was about to fall into his hand fell back into the oil pan again.

"Huh? It can actually corrode my golden light? There is something in the oil in this pan!"

Zhang Zhiwei was a little surprised. He looked around and found that everyone was using their magical powers to get the keys.

Senior Brother Li Erdan, who is from Yi Qian's lineage, also wanted to use the golden light to get the key like him. As a result, before the golden light penetrated the oil pan, he was bitten by the little devil that came out.

Zheng Zibu used the five powerful men of the Shangqing Dynasty to summon five burly men. They climbed on the edge of the oil pot, put their respective weapons into the pot and stirred them vigorously.

However, it didn't take long before the weapon was boiled and melted, and even the five warriors beside the pot were dragged in by the kid who suddenly emerged from the pot and fried to ashes.

What's more, he used the magic of talismans to create a carp, put it into a pan of oil, and asked it to find the key. As a result, as soon as the carp came out of the pan, it was eaten by the little devils who were being tortured inside.

As for Zhang Yushan, Bai Yugong and others, they also used their own methods, but they all failed. The oil pot was like a bottomless pit, and no matter how they entered it, they couldn't make a splash.

Speaking of which, his previous golden hand was actually his best result.

At least he felt the key and brought it to the surface of the oil.

Everyone has failed. I seem to have underestimated this level. Zhang Zhiwei looked at the frying pan and thought carefully.

The strength of everyone present is different, and the required legal positions are also different, ranging from the third level to the ninth level, but the assessment is the same. If the difficulty of getting the key is based on strength, then this assessment will be too unfair. .

I'm afraid this level won't be won by brute force... Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself.

Not only him, but other people who tried it several times also discovered that there was something fishy about the oil pan, and all the magic methods did not work after putting it in the oil pan.

However, there are also those who do not believe in evil and continue to try. For example, Li Erdan thinks that the reason why he failed to use the golden light to fish up the key is that a little ghost is causing trouble and bit off his golden light, so he still uses it this time. He used a few exorcism charms to drive away the little ghosts who came to cause trouble, and then grabbed them into the oil pan.

Then there was nothing more. His golden light entered the oil pan without any resistance. It was like a lump of butter entering the oil pan and disappeared instantly.

"Huh? Is it an illusion? Why is the golden light gone?"

He didn't even react just now, so he wanted to try again, but the fellow Taoist next to him reminded him not to do useless work. Zhang Zhiwei didn't even catch the golden light, so he shouldn't try blindly!

When Li Erdan heard this, he glanced at Zhang Zhiwei and stopped trying.

As a disciple of Longhu Mountain, he naturally knows how advanced Zhang Zhiwei's golden light spell is. After all, the junior fellow student named Tian Jinzhong told everyone he met some time ago that senior fellow apprentice Zhiwei used golden light to break the Heavenly Master's thunder technique. (The time when Tian Jinzhong was sacrificed as a hidden weapon)

This may be an exaggeration, but it must be true. After all, who dares to spread rumors about the Heavenly Master? So when Zhang Zhiwei heard that he couldn't make money, he stopped doing useless work.

"I knew this level wouldn't be that simple. What should we do now? Let's brainstorm and come up with a solution?" said a Taoist priest.

"What can you think of? If the spell doesn't work, then how to fish it out? You can't just jump into the oil pan to fish it out, right?" Another Taoist priest said.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the man, then at the little devil struggling in the oil pan, and thought, the oil pan can refine Qi, but it cannot refine the ghost inside...

After thinking about this, he had the answer in his mind and said: "Maybe you are right!"

"That's right, why don't you get out of the oil pan and fish it out?" The man was stunned. He actually just complained casually, but he didn't really want to fish it out.

At this time, Zhao Ruhu, who had been silent, opened his mouth and said:

"Perhaps fellow Taoist Zhiwei is right!"

"What do you mean?" someone asked.

Zhao Ruhuo said: "From a poor Taoist perspective, the oil in this oil pot should come from the boiling fire oil in the oil pot hell. It contains a lot of desires and sins that have been boiled in the oil pot hell for countless years."

"These desires and sinful karma are the most filthy and can destroy magic. Therefore, all methods will be instantly dissolved when put into the oil pot."

"Pindao should have thought of this a long time ago, but the scene where little Taoist friend Zhiwei used the golden light spell to fish out the key and almost brought it out misled me and made me think that the spell was useful."

As soon as these words came out, someone else looked surprised and confused and said:

"What do you mean? Isn't this a contradiction in what Director Zhao said? Since the technique is ineffective against the oil pan, why was Zhang Zhiwei able to put his big hand of golden light in and stir it up for a while, and almost fished out the key? Isn't this contradictory? Isn't it true that the golden light is not effective on the oil pan? Isn’t the golden light of the curse a magic spell?”

"Perhaps this can only be explained by the special golden light of fellow Taoist Zhiwei or his high attainments!"

When Zhao Ruhu said this, he glanced at Zhang Yushan next to him.

Just now he also saw Zhang Yushan using golden light to transform into Qi, and tried to get the key, but the result was that it was completely dissolved in the blink of an eye, which was far less durable than Zhang Zhiwei's. Does this mean that Zhang Zhiwei's cultivation of the golden light spell is far beyond that? Higher than Zhang Yushan.

"Zhang Zhiwei's attainments in the Golden Light Curse are his private affairs, so there is no need to ask. However, Taoist Zhao Ruhu, does he really want to go into the oil pan to fish it out himself?" someone asked.

"Of course it is!" Zhao Ruhuo said: "The fire oil in this oil pot hell exists to torture those guilty people. It can refine spells and sins, but it can refine the souls of those who are in death. The struggling kid inside is proof of this, so if you want to get the key, you should go down to the frying pan and get it yourself."

"What Brother Zhao said is true, why don't you get into the oil pan and give us a try?" said a fat Taoist priest.

These words are really shameless... Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the person who spoke and found that it was the real Qian who had done many evil things before.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord! If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Zhao Ruhu muttered something, strode towards the edge of the huge brazier, stared at it for a moment, then jumped into the oil pot.

The moment he entered, the ghost of a struggling oil pan emerged.

"I died so miserably, give me back my life!"

"Give me back my life!"

"ah!"

"The gods of the ten directions, as numerous as sand and dust, have transformed into the realms of the ten directions, helped and saved the heavens and people, and gathered their merits..."

Zhao Ruhui closed his eyes, chanted scriptures in his mouth, and fumbled for the key in the oil pan.

The oil pot was boiling and crackling. Zhao Ruhuo's skin and flesh were all torn apart, his face was covered with veins, and the whites of his eyes were as red as dripping blood. It was obvious that he was in pain, but his soul was fine. The oil pot seemed to be just torturing people, not wanting to harm him. human life.

Seeing this situation, other people were eager to get into the frying pan to get the key.

Qian Zhenren, who asked Zhao Ruhu to give it a try, was the fastest jumper. As soon as he jumped in, his skin was torn and his head was bleeding. He was melted on the spot and turned into a skeleton with sticky skin and flesh, struggling and wailing inside.

He immediately wanted to climb out, but found that not only could he not use his skills, but he could not exert his strength and could only flop on the edge of the oil pan.

That appearance was exactly the same as the ghost figures in the oil pan before. Not only that, the ghost figures that were originally in the oil pan were like leeches that smelled blood. They pounced on him and started to bite him.

This tragic scene directly scared off those Taoist priests who wanted to imitate Zhao Ruhu.

"What's going on? Why is it different? Although Zhenren Qian's cultivation is not as good as that of Zhao Ruhu, he is not weak. He is stronger than most people present. Why is he so unbearable? Isn't this legal examination a little... Are you sad?" Someone asked with a puzzled look.

"It's Master Qian's own fault. The fire oil in this pot is for refining sins. The more sinful a person is, the more painful he is. Although Master Qian has many demons and evil deeds and many good deeds, he also has many sins. This Of course he can't pass the test!" Someone explained.

"It turns out that it has something to do with the degree of crime. No wonder Zhao Ruhuan is so relaxed. But if you put it this way, wouldn't it be impossible for Bai Yugong and Zhang Zhiwei to survive? After all, they are the heaviest murderers!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Zhang Zhiwei and Bai Yugong, wanting to see how they would respond? Do you want to give up?

Zhang Zhiwei is looking at the White Jade Palace. He has a plan in mind, so he wants to know how the old fanboy will deal with it.

Bai Yugong stared at the oil pan, his brows furrowed. After a moment, he moved his gaze away, looked at Zhong Kui who was sitting high on the red copper four-corner platform, and said loudly:

"Although I have killed countless people, they all have their own reasons. I have never done a single evil thing in my life, and I have never done a single guilty thing in my life. Even if I go to this world again, I will not change my behavior at all."

After saying that, he withdrew his gaze and strode towards the oil pan: "What about the oil pan hell? I am afraid that even if I am a poor man with steel and iron bones, this oil pan cannot refine me!"

After that, he jumped into the oil pan. In an instant, the oil pan churned even more violently, making a creepy crackling sound. Baiyu Palace killed more than a thousand people, and the pain he endured was far greater than Zhao Ruhu and Qian Zhenren are even bigger.

The burning hot oil invaded his body, passed through his throat, and soaked into his hair. His skin was shrinking...

In just an instant, Bai Jade Palace was riddled with holes. The fire oil was like a poisonous snake, going in and out of his body. During the process, countless blood holes were drilled out, making him stand upright like a snake. Flesh sieve!

But Bai Yugong did not scream. No matter how painful it was, his eyes were always determined. The boiling fire oil could not corrode his soul. He stood in the oil pot, his body was thin and dry, his head held high, standing like a statue, like a statue. It is as unshakable as an ancient tree.

Baiyu Palace, who seemed to have adapted for a moment, almost turned into a skeleton, began to slowly pick up the key.

During this period, some little devils who were struggling in the oil pan pounced on him and wanted to gnaw at him, but he was clutched to death by him.

He was born as a hero, and died as a ghost. Even if he was in a frying pan and couldn't use his skills, his life and cultivation were still there, but he couldn't be humiliated by a mere brat.

At this time, there was an exclamation from the side. It turned out that it was Zhao Ruhu who got the key from the oil pan and was walking back step by step.

"Zhao Gaogong succeeded, which shows that this method is feasible. There is not much time left to burn incense, let's go in too!"

Then, among the Taoist priests watching around, those who had few sins on their bodies gritted their teeth and jumped into the oil pan to look for the key.

These Taoist priests who jumped into the frying pan and were mentally tough could still grit their teeth and persevere to touch the key.

Those who were weak-minded and overestimated their perseverance, went in and fluttered twice, burned their skin and ripped apart their flesh, then crawled back in despair, lying on the ground gasping for air, and never dared to go down again.

Of course, there are also some Taoist priests who are more self-aware and feel that they cannot succeed, so they do not jump into the oil pan, but just watch from the side. They find that Wei Wenwen and Ge Wen, two extremely powerful masters, do not go to the oil pan to get the spoon. plan, he asked:

"Wei Gaogong, Ge Gaogong, don't you go in and look for the key?"

"As a gentleman says, a horse is hard to catch. Since I have agreed to give up, I will naturally no longer participate in the assessment!" Wei Wenwen said.

"The same goes for me. Besides, I killed two hundred people behind my back. I've done a lot of killing. I'm afraid I'll turn into my skin even if I don't die, so I won't join in the fun!" Gwen said.

"Speaking of this, Zhang Zhiwei seems to have no intention of jumping into the frying pan. Is he giving up?" Someone looked at Zhang Zhiwei and said.

"I guess so, his murderous crimes are too serious, this level is a bit difficult to handle!" Someone agreed.

"It's difficult?! Then don't do it!"

Zhang Zhiwei whispered, stood by the oil pan, rubbed his fingers, a trace of indigo flame appeared on his fingertips, and threw it to the oil pan lightly.