Li Lingge kept wavering between rationality and violence. If it weren't for Yin Shuiyue's call of "Master", perhaps he would have really taken action at this moment.

Knowing where what he wanted was, Li Lingge disappeared instantly.

…

boom!

The Xuanyuan Sword, wrapped in a monstrous bloody aura, slashed down, and the thousand-foot-long black iron gate exploded!

Countless metal fragments engraved with prison runes flew everywhere, but were pulverized into dust by the sword wind in mid-air.

Behind the door, extremely cold white fog gushed out like a tsunami.

Click, click!

The blood mist in the air instantly condensed into scarlet ice crystals, and the ground was covered with three feet of black ice in the blink of an eye.

The hem of Li Lingge's white clothes froze instantly, and tiny frost flowers condensed on the ends of his hair.

But he did not stop, and with every step he took, the bloody fire on the Xuanyuan Sword suddenly surged!

The faces of countless wronged souls emerged in the red flames, and wherever they passed, the black ice that was said to never melt turned into steaming white mist.

"Anyone who trespasses into the Divine Prison will die!"

A deafening roar came from the depths of the glacier, the entire ice prison trembled violently, and a thousand-foot ice peak exploded!

Amidst the flying ice crystals, the towering figure of the Hell-Suppressing Ice Demon slowly stood up.

Its entire body is carved from dark blue cold jade. With every step it takes, new ice armor condenses from the void and covers its body that is comparable to divine iron.

Each of the six arms held an ice blade, and the three pairs of ice crystal eyes on the head locked onto Li Lingge at the same time.

"It's, it's the Ice Prison Demon Lord!" The trembling jailer hiding in the distance exclaimed, "Who dares to break into the Divine Prison?!"

Before he finished speaking, Li Lingge finally raised his eyelids.

To be precise, his eyelids were half closed, just like an adult catching a glimpse of an ant with bared fangs and claws at his feet.

The Luohou Dharmakāya behind him raised his hand synchronously and threw a simple straight punch.

Bang!

Wherever the fist passed, the space shattered into a spider web shape.

The six ice blades that the Ice Demon swung at him were turned into dust by the aftermath of his fist before they even touched the Dharma image.

The ice demon's cold jade body suddenly solidified, and fine cracks spread from the chest to the whole body.

It looked down in disbelief, seeing its body falling apart.

Those thousand-year-old black ice armors that are said to be able to resist the divine fire are now peeling off piece by piece.

"Who are you worried about?!"

Before he could finish his last words, the hundred-foot-tall demon body exploded!

Ice crystals all over the sky surged in the bloody fire, and every grain of ice sand reflected the cold vertical pupils of Luohou Dharmakāya.

The Xuanyuan Sword emitted a joyful hum as it completely devoured the pure Ice Prison Essence.

Li Lingge stepped over the still vaporizing remains of the Ice Demon, crushing the last piece of the cold jade skull with the sole of his boot.

The rest of the jailers immediately scattered, even the Ice Prison Demon Lord was killed with one punch. Wouldn't it be a death sentence for them to go up?

"Run!"

"Where on earth did this evil star come from? Is he really not afraid of the prison master's wrath?"

"Go and report to the prison warden!"

At the same time, the stairs leading to the next level were slowly emerging from the blood and fire.

…

The fifth level of the Divine Prison is the Burning Heart Prison. The moment Li Lingge stepped into this place, the ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed!

Ten thousand feet of magma rose into the sky like an angry dragon, and the scorching fire waves instantly engulfed his figure.

The entire space turned into a boiling sea of ​​fire. The air was filled with suffocating heat waves, and even the space was distorted by the burning.

Countless distorted figures emerged from the sea of ​​fire, making Li Lingge a little dazed for a moment.

"Lingge, save me..."

A young and beautiful woman was struggling in the lava, her face was exactly the same as Li Lingge's mother.

Her skin was burned off by the flames, revealing her white bones, but she still stretched out her trembling hand to him.

"Ancestor, why did you stand by and watch someone die without helping?"

Several younger members of the Li family were floating in the sea of ​​fire. Their flesh and blood were melting, and their eyeballs were bursting in the high temperature, but they were staring at Li Lingge.

The most shocking scene was in the center of the sea of ​​fire, where a woman in red was pierced through her body by nine red-hot iron chains, her beautiful face distorted in pain.

She opened her mouth, but what came out was not sound, but boiling magma.

"Yourong!"

Li Lingge's pupils shrank slightly. This was the most vicious test in the Burning Heart Prison.

Guided by the deepest obsession in the monk's heart, he conjures up scenes of his loved ones suffering.

If ordinary cultivators saw this illusion, their faith would collapse at best, and at worst they would sever their own heart meridians on the spot.

The illusion in the sea of ​​fire became more and more terrifying.

"You killed us!"

“Why don’t you save us!”

"You will be buried with me too!"

Countless resentful curses echoed in the sea of ​​fire, each one pointing directly to the flaws in one's heart of Taoism.

Li Lingge slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a glimmer of blood in his eyes!

"roll!"

The word was like thunder, and the Xuanyuan Sword swept out!

Wherever the blood-red sword light passed, the sea of ​​fire split into two!

All illusions were twisted and shattered by the sword energy. The mother's face, the wailing of her people, the misery of her beloved... all turned into green smoke and dissipated.

What’s even more terrifying is that this sword actually caused thousands of feet of magma to flow upstream!

Rumble!

The boiling sea of ​​fire seemed to be lifted up by an invisible giant hand and rolled back towards the top of the prison.

In the torrent of hot magma, a staircase made of countless monks' skulls suddenly appeared.

Li Lingge walked towards the bone stairs in the countercurrent of magma. The vertical pupils of the Rāhu Dharmakāya behind him coldly swept over the sporadic illusions that were still struggling.

Those illusions immediately disintegrated on their own as if they had seen their natural enemy!

"Burning Heart?"

He stepped onto the first bone step, and the skull under his feet shattered.

"I deserve it."

…

The ninth level, the Prison of Ten Thousand Ghosts!

The entire world here is made up of countless painful and twisted ghost faces. The ground is made up of densely packed and entangled ghost hands, and the sky is made up of billions of wailing ghost faces.

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