When the couple went to the world of cultivation to collect supplies, in the underworld, Wuwang was staying in the spiritual realm of Ksitigarbha Palace.
He was wearing a black cassock, black cloth shoes, and sitting cross-legged.
His slender peach blossom eyes were slightly closed, he held a yellowed scripture in his hand, and Sanskrit sounds came out from his lips.
"A pure mind is like water; pure water is pure, a gentle breeze stirs no waves... The highest nature is the most perfect, and the great way is achieved naturally."
If your heart is as clear as ice, you will not be afraid even if the sky falls.
No matter how things change, you will remain calm and at peace.
A breeze blew by, and a few petals fell from the blooming peach tree, one of which fell on Wuwang's shoulder.
He remained unmoved and continued to recite the scriptures attentively.
From a distance, Wuwang's figure gives people a transcendent power that cleanses the soul.
"Wow!" Suddenly, the scripture in his hand fell.
His face turned pale in an instant, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
He closed his eyes deeply, his fingers trembling slightly.
[Xu Chen: Wuwang, I know that you and Xiao Tianji are together.
That's great...
But you should never rush to save your inner demons and try to escape from the deity; that is absolutely impossible.]
Deep in the sea of consciousness,
A cocoon-like object shrouded in black mist stretched out black tentacles, piercing into the spiritual territory of nothingness centimeter by centimeter.
Every time the needle penetrated an inch, Wuwang's facial features became more and more hideous and distorted.
It was unknown how long this process lasted. The black tentacles ran out of strength, stopped penetrating downwards, and then extended horizontally to a fixed position.
Wuwang screamed "Ah!"
Breathing heavily.
After a cup of tea, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at his trembling hands, which were already covered in blood...
The pain of the mind is ten thousand times greater than the pain of the body.
He experienced this kind of scene every day and endured it for several months.
With a Dust Removal Technique, the thick sweat mixed with blood disappeared without a trace.
Wuwang straightened his robes, then reached out and pulled out the lovely jade leaf that was hidden against his chest.
He placed it in the palm of his hand and rubbed it gently, feeling the delicate touch.
Imagine what she looked like as she carefully carved this leaf.
It seems that he is afraid that the jade leaf will be damaged by touching.
After stroking it for a few times, Wuwang carefully hid the little thing.
Then he took out his expensive black phone, turned it on, opened WeChat without an internet connection, found the pinned dialog box and clicked on it.
【Gin: @东御未失阿东, I miss you a little bit. 】
[Gin: You look so pretty standing in line for me.]
Wuwang's lips curled up slightly, and he opened the photo album on his mobile phone, looking at the photos of Chi Jiujiu one by one, his expression gradually lost in memories.
Her gentleness,
Her beauty,
Her anger and her smile.
When Jiujiu was in the bamboo forest villa, she sat on his lap, put her arms around his neck, and responded to his kiss passionately... the scenes reappeared one after another.
The longing goes deep into the bone marrow and spreads to every part of the body.
Wuwang suddenly chuckled, and he really "missed her a little bit".
Put away the memories.
Wuwang murmured in a low voice, "We need to reinforce the Eighteen Layers of Hell as soon as possible."
Reinforcement completed.
So he went to find her.
Xu Chen's movements became more and more violent. He had to work with Jiujiu to transform his inner demons and remove Xu Chen before Xu Chen completely occupied his spiritual sea of consciousness.
Put away the phone neatly.
Wuwang stood up from the grass under the peach tree and disappeared from the spiritual realm in a second.
Then he walked out of the Ksitigarbha Palace and walked towards the Palace of Hell with a clear goal, following the dark Styx.
On the way, he waved his hands and brought back many wandering souls.
After Meng was reincarnated,
The underworld soldiers tried to make the Forget Dust Soup, but all failed.
Millions of new souls are added every day.
Because they carry memories, they cannot be allowed to reincarnate, so as not to disrupt the order of all realms.
The souls that had accumulated for decades were now filling up the underworld.
A few souls that escaped were contaminated by miasma and turned into evil spirits, and when they touched the devil's energy they turned into demonic spirits.
The underworld is now in chaos.
After returning from Earth last time.
While he was busy dealing with the new souls in the underworld, he led the underworld officials to rebuild the Soul Palace to accommodate the new souls.
At the same time, the eighteen levels of hell are also being reinforced.
There are two Yama Kings, one is guarding the eighteen levels of hell to prevent any accidents from happening, and the other is busy looking for traces of Miss Meng.
It can be said that there are no idle soldiers in the underworld.
The new soul palace has been built.
The outer buildings of the old Eighteen Levels of Hell have not yet been reinforced.
Gotta finish this quickly.
Prevent the suppressed monsters from escaping en masse like last time and harming all living beings in the world.
Wuwang followed the Naihe Bridge and came to the most remote and dilapidated palace.
This is the old Hell Palace.
Wuwang waved at the dark door, and it creaked open. The inside was eerie and filled with the smell of decay.
The buildings go down layer by layer.
There is a cage made of black iron on each floor.
In the rusty iron cage, the outside is covered with bright yellow talismans, and inside are the souls that have committed many evil deeds and are unable to be reincarnated.
They roared and howled.
Wuwang walked down the spiral staircase step by step.
Check from time to time on each floor to see if any talismans have fallen, and whether the imprisoned evil spirits have escaped or are hiding in any corner.
This thing has a very strong attack.
If you are not careful, the guarding ghost soldiers will be killed.
“Hehehe… Roar…”
Suddenly, Wuwang heard a low roar.
His expression changed slightly, "Oh no! The beast from the Eighteen Layers of Hell has escaped."
The prison of the eighteen levels of hell.
It is two thousand independent spaces surrounded by tens of thousands of iron walls.
Inside each cage space,
Most of the things imprisoned are evil spirits.
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