Hell City is the name for a special kind of city. It is huge and can move, and is densely populated with wanderers and native monsters of hell.
This is a Jedi second only to the Holy City, Holy Temple and other places.
"How does it compare to Tianluan City?"
"Although the monsters that broke the limit five times in Tianluan City have been recorded in history, they cannot be compared with the Hell City." Mobile Qiwu responded.
Back then, even the woman it valued, who had unrivaled strength that surpassed the realm of breaking limits five times, was injured, and the divine city was stained with blood.
Of course, she still killed her way through there.
Wang Xuan was fascinated, but he had not experienced that era or met that woman, so he could not truly learn from her.
In fact, he has not even seen any living five-time limit breakers from the True Saint Dojo come to Hell until now. Creatures of this level are hidden away like treasures.
"You come up too." Wang Xuan called to a few demon fairies.
In an instant, the Bull Demon, the Yin-Yang Dog, and the Void Rat were all frightened and felt cold from head to toe. What was coming had finally come.
"Bring that pot up as well," Wang Xuan added.
"I... want to slow down!" Black Swan staggered.
The fur of several monsters stood up. Killing monsters and destroying their hearts. Does this mean that they will be asked to carry the pot to the city gate tower by themselves, and then jump into the pot on their own initiative?
A huge deep blue moon was hanging in the sky, and the entire night of hell was dark blue and deep. From a visual point of view, it was much better than the pitch-black night in the past.
Of course, some people don’t think so. In another city in the Twin Cities, people from several Taoist temples are recuperating from their injuries, and the atmosphere is very depressing.
The riot in Hell caused them great losses and many disciples died.
After daybreak, they will have to report their losses to the outside world. At the moment, they will definitely need reinforcements, otherwise the current number of troops will not be enough.
Suddenly, someone stared at the small town on the horizon.
"Damn Kong Xuan, what a provocation! Not only is he drinking tea, he's also setting up a black pot across the street and cooking meat!"
This is really hateful. They suffered heavy losses and were almost in mourning. However, the quality inspectors who were once besieged by them were living a leisurely life, eating and drinking, watching them escape and the suffering of the True Saint Temple.
"Those are... a few demon fairies. Could they be from the Demon Court? Have they fallen into Kong Xuan's hands?!" Zi Lin, a core disciple of Guixu Dojo who has broken the limit four times, had hair stained with the blood of monsters and her fair face was filled with surprise.
They have always been keeping a close eye on Kong Xuan's movements.
Was the annihilation of the demon court related to him? Logically speaking, he didn't have that kind of strength.
However, now after seeing the demon fairies, the group of people couldn't help but frown.
“Let’s go take a look tomorrow morning.” said Shang Zhou, a disciple of the Paper Temple who had broken through the limit four times. His short silver hair burned like flames in the darkness.
"Hell is a good place. People from the True Saint Dojo can't be arrogant here." Wang Xuan drank tea and looked into the distance.
He took another bite of the black tiger meat and completely gave up on eating it. The steel-like texture of the meat was not delicious at all.
As for braising the goose, stewing the void rat, or boiling a pot of black dog meat on the spot, he had no interest in doing so.
He estimated that the meat of the demon fairies was about the same texture as steel wire.
At the same time, mainly because he just saw that huge tongue licking the bull monster all over its body, it was wet and made him feel nauseous just by looking at it.
Wang Xuan fed the whole pot of black tiger meat to several monsters. Although the iron pot is not big, it has a hole inside, and the whole black tiger that looks like a small mountain is stewed inside.
"Eat. The world is so big, it's not easy for two strangers to meet. It's fate that we can meet in hell. I'll treat you to a good meal."
Several demon fairies almost shed tears and could not eat any more. Black tiger meat was indeed a great tonic and a delicacy for them, but Kong Xuan's words were too depressing. Was he letting them have a full meal before they died? He was about to send them off!
Wang Xuan learned a lot of important information from them, unearthed the mysterious properties of the withered yellow paper, and obtained the part of the scriptures mastered by the True Saint of the Demon Clan. He still had some good feelings towards them, and he would feel bad if he killed them directly.
Late at night, he pondered over the True One Sutra, studying the changes between nothing and something. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind, and he immediately performed it on several people to "persuade" them.
In fact, all the top secret techniques of the Yuanshen sect have some properties of salvation.
For example, the "Naturalization Sutra" of Guixu Taoist Temple and the "Only I and Only the True Sutra" interpreted by Yaoting Zhensheng based on the Dafa for Psychiatric Disorders.
Wang Xuan practiced the "True One Sutra", and the Dao rhyme of reality and nothingness flowed from his body. He attacked their spiritual realm, "eliminated" their hostility and "created" goodwill towards them, eliminating their hatred towards Kong Xuan and giving rise to kindness and closeness.
It has to be said that the methods in the spiritual realm are extremely terrifying. They can create the world, and they can also distort and reshape a person's mind.
However, Wang Xuan sighed. This was not what he wanted. The traces of axe and chiseling were obvious. This kind of artificial change was a forced "conversion" and was meaningless.
Then he took back the Dharma and let them return to their true selves.
"Let's just kill him and put an end to it all." Wang Xuan said.
"No, I am willing to convert to Buddhism and become the disciple of the future True Saint Kong Xuan. They say it is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. I want to live another 500 years!" The Bull Demon was anxious. He had just been converted and could at least live. Now that he has recovered, he is going to die instead. He feels a big gap in his heart.
"I hope you will be reborn into a good life in the next life, and go to heaven, where there is no suffering." Wang Xuan raised his hand. He had to silence him. That page of yellowed paper was of great importance. If he turned a page every century, even a True Saint would come and snatch it from him.
"But this is... hell. After coming in and dying in a place like this, how can we possibly go to heaven? Once we come to hell, we will be harvested and there is no way we can leave!" the bull demon shouted.
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