"Huh? Why did you lose contact again?"

Standing at the wellhead of hell, Jiang Li frowned.

The parallel consciousness created by the Heart Sutra of Guanyin is very strong.

Even when the two worlds are separated, we can still communicate without any obstacles.

At that time, Jiang Lidu was just a weak low-level cultivator, but he was able to do this.

Now, his strength is comparable to that of a true immortal.

The eighteen levels of hell leading to the underworld should also be in the underworld.

The strength has increased and the difficulty has decreased, so how could the connection be cut off for no reason?

Wait a minute, we haven't lost contact.

After a while, a large amount of visual information suddenly flooded into Jiang Li's mind, but as soon as he received those images, Jiang Li felt a little dizzy.

This is another strange thing.

With the current level of Guanyin Heart Sutra cultivation of the contemporary emperor, there would be no problem even if he read the lives of hundreds of people at the same time.

How could I feel dizzy because of the information fed back by the parallel consciousness for such a short while? The legendary eighteen levels of hell are really weird and tight.

After calming himself down, he gritted his teeth and tried hard to read the image information sent back.

Fast! Very fast!

The images were incredibly long and moved so fast, as if a video was being fast-forwarded.

But it's not the kind of fast forward that is done by skipping frames.

Instead, it was like a train, where the front locomotive suddenly braked, while the rear locomotive was still accelerating, causing the middle carriages to be squeezed together and twisted out of shape.

It was precisely because of this sense of dislocation that Jiang Li felt dizzy and had difficulty interpreting the information.

The clone has only been in there for a short while, how come it has sent back so much information?

Something seems wrong here.

"What's out of place seems to be... time!"

After hesitating for a long time, Jiang Li finally became sure of his inference.

The speed at which time passes in the two spaces where the original body and the clone are currently located is not the same.

In fact, the difference between the two is not just a little bit! It only took a short while for the original body, but it seemed like several days or months had passed for the clone? No, it seemed like several years had passed? The information was swarmed together, making it difficult for Jiang Li to distinguish.

He is also well-informed.

In the years since his debut, he has been to three worlds: Kyushu, the underworld, and the Asura world, and has never found anything wrong with time.

He had always believed that the legend that one day in heaven was equal to one year on earth was just a metaphor.

Now, in the underworld, there is such a time disorder.

The disordered time is very dangerous, but Jiuzhou is in danger at this moment, and he must obtain the Nine Nether Wood, the spiritual root of heaven and earth.

No matter how dangerous or difficult it is, we have to get through it!

After thinking about it, Jiang Li sat cross-legged on the ground and sent his own will over along the connection with the parallel consciousness.

Different from the previous very skilled consciousness transfer, after Jiang Li entered the spiritual channel this time, he suddenly felt that time became particularly long.

What could have been transferred in a few breaths suddenly slowed down inexplicably.

I feel like part of my soul is fast and part of it is slow, and there is always a part that is dragging me behind.

Because in this transfer process, there is also a huge difference in the speed of time flow.

During the transfer, some souls changed the flow of time earlier.

The souls at the back, whose time flow was slower, naturally slowed down and dragged their feet.

This caused Jiang Li to feel a little dazed, and it seemed as if he had been in the spiritual channel for several days.

Jiang Li also tried to comprehend the legendary rules of time in this state of time leap.

But obviously, his comprehension of the Seven-Colored Dao Body was not enough to help him directly comprehend the top-level rules of time.

I don't know how much time passed after the confusion.

Jiang Li then finally entered the body of the clay man clone.

When he accepted the memory again, he was surprised to find that his imagination was still too conservative.

One hundred and fifty-six years had passed since the clone was in this place! Jiang Li was really dumbfounded.

From the time his clone jumped into the well to the time his consciousness came back in, the interval was only about half an hour at most.

How could it be that more than 150 years had passed here!? No wonder he felt dizzy before, such an exaggerated difference in the speed of time flow was really too difficult for him.

But are the Eighteen Layers of Hell so terrifying? Let me think about it. In the memory of the clone, he saw a stone tablet here decades ago. It seemed to contain key information.

During the one hundred and fifty-six years, the clone naturally did not stay in there doing nothing.

Since we can't contact the main body, we will explore indiscriminately according to the last order.

Although we didn't find the Nine Nether Wood, we at least managed to explore the surrounding area.

According to the memory of his clone, he soon found the huge stone tablet with the following written on the front.

"The first level of hell, Guang Ju Ju, is the hell of tongue pulling out!"

Jiang Li secretly thought that he was unlucky. His previous guess was correct. This was indeed the first level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell! But, what did Guang Ju Ju mean? He was not a theological researcher in his previous life. He only knew some well-known aspects of those myths and legends from film and television works.

There is really not much understanding of things that are too in-depth.

Jiang Li went around to the back of the stone tablet.

There is also a scripture recorded on it.

It is the first chapter of the "Eighteen Nirvana Sutra".

"The first plow is called Xianjiu."

"But people say that there is no death."

"People live in this plow, and when they see each other, they want to fight."

"There is no end to the number of people who have been killed and wounded, and they will never die."

"Someone came and said that he would not die, and he would be healed if he was blown by the wind."

"There are no years like this. They have already killed each other with hot iron swords. They have also killed each other with iron clubs, and with their fists and hands."

"Injury lasts for a long time without any age limit, this is the category."

"He is tall and big."

"Life span is 3,750 years on earth, which is one day. Thirty days make one month. Twelve months make one year."

"Long live the 13.5 billion years of human history!"

The "Eighteen Hells Sutra" obviously talks about the rules and scenes within the eighteen levels of hell.

The so-called mud plow should mean hell.

This first chapter corresponds to the first level of Guangjuju, which is the well-known tongue-pulling hell in folk legends.

After Jiang Li silently interpreted it, he instinctively thought that the person who carved this stone tablet was bragging.

How could there be such an exaggerated rule setting?

But think about it, that ridiculously disordered time... It seems, it seems, that this stone tablet may actually record the realistic rules!

He ignored the records of how the ghosts in this hell were tortured.

The last paragraph below, which records the rules of time, is really scary.

In the first of the eighteen levels of hell, one day is 3,750 years on earth, one month is 30 days, and one year is 12 months.

The criminal must serve ten thousand years in prison!

This... This astronomical figure that requires counting all the zeros one by one is just too outrageous.

You know, the Jade Emperor Haotian, who is known as the Lord of the Three Realms, proudly declares every day that he has been practicing cultivation since he was young and has suffered 1,750 tribulations, each lasting 128,600 years.

In order to prove the legitimacy of their ruling status.

I used to think he was bragging a little too much.

But now it seems that even if this is true, the time he has gone through is only a fraction of the time he served in the first level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell! Moreover, everyone knows that the Eighteen Levels of Hell are more terrifying the deeper you go.

Each level of hell is twenty times more painful than the previous one, and the sentence is doubled! In the second hell, one day is equal to 7,500 years on earth, and the criminals must serve 20,000 years in this hell.

The total duration is 54 billion years in the human world.

The sentences for each subsequent prison were all based on the sentence for the previous prison and increased by two times.

Even if the Jade Emperor came, he would be confused.

With this unreasonable and exaggerated rule, it is no wonder that even the Golden Immortal would not dare to come here.

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Based on this time span alone, the most dangerous and terrifying place in the Three Realms and Six Paths, this name, the Eighteen Levels of Hell is well deserved!

"Apart from saints... is there really a soul that can complete a full sentence in these eighteen levels of hell?"

Jiang Li remained skeptical.

No matter how strong one's will or how tenacious one's soul is, it is probably impossible to endure the torture for billions of years without dissipating.

He used to think that the punishments in Fengdu dungeon were cruel, but he didn't expect that he was just too surprised.

Once you enter the Eighteen Levels of Hell, you will never have the chance to be reborn, but will be tortured until your soul dissipates.

What a cruel place.

"Nine Netherwood, Nine Netherwood, you are not in the eighteenth level of hell at the bottom!"

Jiang Li had a not very good guess.

But he had a hunch that this might be the case.

"The only benefit of this rule is that you don't have to worry about time."

One day in the world of the living is equal to 3,750 years in the first level of hell here.

It was equivalent to the eighteenth level of hell, a long time that he couldn't even calculate.

It was completely enough. Jiang Li searched everywhere in hell.

However, maybe it was an illusion, did the clone's tongue become longer? When Jiang Li complained, he found that his voice was a little tongue-tied.

When he spit it out, he found that his tongue had grown to seven inches long. It looked even uglier than a hanged man.

Moreover, the end of the tongue is not a round and flexible tip, but a flat cross-section.

It looks like the wound was caused by a weapon.

Thinking about it carefully, he remembered that the tongue was cut off by the clay man himself! It turned out that in this hell, the tongues of the criminals serving sentences would continue to grow longer over time.

Depending on the sins committed, it could grow as tall as 33 feet in one day.

I couldn't hold him, so I could only drag him to the ground.

If you look more closely, you will find that the ground of this hell is covered with iron hooks.

If the tongue is dragged too long, it will be caught by the iron hook and eventually pulled off.

This is what is called the hell of tongue-pulling.

At its peak, this hell should have been littered with bloody tongues ripped off alive.

But nowadays, we can no longer see such wonders.

The Dharma Ending Age has already lasted for two hundred thousand years.

The underworld has stopped functioning, and the eighteen levels of hell have long been empty.

Now, in the entire eighteen levels of hell, he is probably the only unlucky guy.

Oh no, there's one more.

Jiang Li's mind moved slightly, and he communicated again with the ordinary clay figure that had lost contact with him before.

A figure was leisurely trekking through the hell of tongue-pulling.

This clay figure still looks energetic, which proves that Jiang Li's skill in making clay figures is really good.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Jiang Li had considered these terrible problems and did not prepare them for the concept of pain when making the clay figures.

So for them, cutting off the extra tongue doesn't really feel that bad.

The clay figure in front came in several hours earlier than Jiang Li's clone.

To put it in perspective, it means that they have been here for more than a thousand years.

Jiang Li shook his head. It only took him a few years to improve his cultivation to the strongest in Jiuzhou.

Time has always been useful and precious to him.

But I don't know since when time has actually inflated to this extent.

If he jumped to this level of hell and spent a day in the outside world, wouldn't the immortal energy created by the constant state be able to directly change the world environment back to the level of the ancient times? Ignore those strange ideas for the time being.

Jiang Li began to remotely read the memory of this clay figure.

He made some surprising discoveries.

This hell is not as big as imagined.

Because during the thousand years that this clay man wandered, he once saw a ladder connecting the upper and lower parts.

In theory, that is the ladder provided for ghosts to leave hell after serving their sentence.

Jiang Li suddenly became alert.

If he mastered that ladder, did it mean that he could come and go freely in the terrifying Eighteen Levels of Hell?

The underworld is now an unowned land, so it should not be impossible to do this.

Jiang Li controlled the clay man clone and immediately flew towards the location in his memory.

After his tongue was cut once, he saw a staircase connecting heaven and earth that could save people from suffering.

What he didn't expect was...

There was actually a ghost standing on that staircase.

The guy stood there motionless, his tongue not sticking out to taste.

This seemed to mean that it was a person who had completed his sentence here! "This should be impossible!"

The shortest sentence in the underworld, the hell of tongue-pulling, is a terrifying 13.5 billion years.

Unless one is an immortal saint, it is unlikely that anyone could have survived until now.

Not to mention, at least 200,000 years have passed outside.

To put it in perspective, how much time has passed here?

How is it possible that there are still souls left alive? The contemporary Human Emperor was suddenly extremely alert.

Could the person opposite be some hidden, super-powerful person? "Fellow Daoist?"

"Friend, are you still alive?"

Jiang Li approached cautiously, stretched out his hand in a friendly manner, and waved in front of the other person's eyes.

"There doesn't seem to be any reaction."

After looking him up and down for a moment, Jiang Li flipped his right hand, and a ball of white flame emerged from his palm, which he slapped on the Taoist friend in front of him.

(End of this chapter)