Before I knew it, three months had passed.

At this moment, everyone in the square looked at Minggui.

The fluttering black robe made Ming Gui's figure become more and more fat. With a wave of his hand, the Nine Palace Diagram suspended next to him, as well as the rankings of Lin Chen and others, disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his thick palm and pressed it lightly into the void. Suddenly the void roared, and eighteen divine lights of different colors surged across it.

These eighteen divine lights are connected up and down, turning into eighteen spaces. In each space, there is a tragic scene.

In the first space, there were three ghost soldiers. Two of them were holding down a fat woman with a ferocious appearance. The other ghost soldier took a pair of pliers and pulled out the fat woman's tongue;

In the second space, a ghost soldier tied up a woman dressed as a matchmaker, and another ghost soldier was responsible for cutting off her ten fingers;

In the third space, there was a group of ghost soldiers who hung men and women to an iron tree covered with sharp blades. The sharp blades pierced their flesh and blood, causing them to die;

In the other fifteen dimensions, there are also a group of ghost soldiers who impose criminal laws on all kinds of people, regardless of men, women, old or young, rich or poor, they are all treated equally.

Everyone present has seen one or more of these horrific scenes at one time or another, but it has never been seen before so many at the same time.

Many people looked uncomfortable, and the Venerable Do Nan was the first to speak: "This is the eighteenth level of hell." After saying that, he clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha."

The people present are not only of a high level, but also have practiced cultivation for many years and have rich experience. Naturally, they are no strangers to the eighteen levels of hell. They know the differences:

Tongue pulling hell, scissors hell, iron tree hell, evil mirror hell, steamer hell, copper pillar hell, knife mountain hell, iceberg hell, oil pot hell, cow pit hell, stone crushing hell, mortar hell, blood pool hell, wasted death hell

, the torture hell, the volcano hell, the grinding stone hell and the saw hell.

There is a legend circulating in the secular world that no matter who it is, from emperors to common people, as long as they make mistakes during their lifetime, they will go to the eighteenth level of hell after death.

For example, in the first level of the tongue-pulling hell, anyone who sows dissension, slanders, harms others, is glib, lies and deceives others while alive will be sent to the tongue-pulling hell after death and have their tongues pulled out;

For example, in the second level of scissors hell, if a woman's husband unfortunately dies early, she becomes a widow. If someone instigates her to remarry or sets up a matchmaker for her, then this person will be sent to the scissors hell after death and have ten pieces cut off.

finger;

Another example is the third level of the Iron Tree Hell. Anyone who alienates flesh and blood and instigates discord between father and son, brothers and sisters, or husband and wife will enter the Iron Tree Hell after death and be hung on the sharp blade of the Iron Tree;

…

Thinking of the various punishments in the eighteen levels of hell, everyone became a little uneasy.

This second level of assessment is actually related to the Eighteen Levels of Hell. Could it be that they are being asked to be punished one by one?

Minggui spoke, and said with a smile on his fat face: "This second level of assessment requires you to wait for your faith to enter the eighteen levels of hell, starting from the first level."

At this point, his smile faded and his voice became a little colder: "Everyone who meets the punishment conditions of the eighteen levels of hell will face punishment. The person who has suffered the least number of punishments will have a chance to get the final reward."

"What does this mean?"

Everyone looked at Minggui in confusion.

Ming Gui said: "The reason why this round of assessment is so stipulated is because there may be a tie, so when the number of punishments is equal, the person who clears the level in the shortest time will be the most, and the number of rewards will still be the top three.

"

Everyone understood as soon as they heard it. In order to get rewards, they not only need to be punished less often, but also need to pass through the eighteen levels of hell in the shortest time.

Minggui said with a smile: "It seems that you all understand. Remember, if the belief body cannot withstand the corresponding punishment, it will be eliminated."

Everyone frowned when they heard this, feeling that it was not that difficult.

Taitanmu sighed and said: "I didn't expect that we guessed correctly. This second level of assessment is much more difficult than the first level."

Titan Water said: "As long as we have not made mistakes before, we will not face punishment, so there is no need to worry."

Hearing this, Tai Taimu laughed harder than crying: "Third sister, are you kidding? These eighteen levels of hell mean there are eighteen kinds of mistakes. It is estimated that everyone present has made at least one mistake.

"

After speaking, he looked at the others.

A hint of gloom flashed in Master Ling Chen's eyes, and he said calmly: "It doesn't matter, even if you are punished, you just have to get through it."

"As expected of a true spirit, the assessment left behind is very different from other inheritances."

Wu Maqi looked at Qing Feng Ling and Lei Huang Feng Dao, and finally said to his beloved: "Fairy Ling, you are the most kind-hearted person among us. This test will be extremely beneficial to you."

Qing Feng Ling looked at the Eighteen Levels of Hell, and after hearing Wu Maqi's words, she said: "I haven't been tested yet, and I don't have a confidence in my heart, but this test must have extremely high requirements for the body of faith."

"Yes, if you are punished several times in a row, your faith body may not be able to hold on." Leihuang Fengdao agreed.

"It doesn't matter, it won't trouble us."

Wu Maqi laughed heartily and glanced at Lin Chen. This time, he would not lose again.

Lin Chen looked at the Eighteenth Level of Hell and said to Xiao Huo beside him: "Little girl, your chance has come."

Xiaohuo took the spirit fruit from his mouth and said with a confused expression: "Dad, what chance does my daughter have?"

"You're such a stupid girl. You've only been incarnate for only twenty or thirty years, and you've been with your cheap daddy all the time, and you haven't made a few mistakes." Ancient Demon Qi Feng said angrily, Ye Ming said.

The demons all nodded.

"yes!"

Xiao Huo suddenly understood and said with a smile: "Dad, maybe my daughter can take first place this time." She happily took a bite of the spirit fruit.

Lin Chen smiled and said: "Then you must seize this opportunity. The rewards in this level are mostly related to faith, and the benefits are great."

"Yeah." Xiao Huo smiled and narrowed his eyes, eating more and more happily.

"cough!"

Minggui coughed and said with a smile: "You can start now. The old rule is that after you come out, you should leave your name and the number of times you were punished."

Everyone said nothing after hearing this. They were not in a hurry to enter the eighteenth level of hell. Instead, they were secretly thinking about how many times they would be punished after entering.

Seeing this, Xiao Huo, who had been encouraged by Lin Chen just now, said arrogantly: "A bunch of cowards, no one dares to go, then I will go first, aunt."

After saying that, she deliberately glared at Wu Maqi, as if to say, "Yes, Auntie, I am talking about this coward."

Wu Maqi laughed and said: "If a yellow-haired girl wants to show off her power, she is not afraid of having her tongue pulled out."

"Then just keep an eye on it."
Chapter completed!