Slaying Demons: Starting with Upgrading my Calligraphy-Chapter 681 - 568: The 18 Levels of Hell!

"Tormented?"

Hearing the Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guard mention two methods, Qi Xiu slowly raised his gaze, looking at the Tongue-Ripping Hell before him.

It seemed to offer two ways to leave this hell, but in reality, there was only one.

Endure the torture for another 3750 years...

With a light chuckle, just as Qi Xiu was about to raise his hand to suppress and kill the Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guard in front of him, a glimmer of insight flashed in his mind:

"Do you know what the next layer of hell is like?"

"I know, the next layer is the Scissor Hell. When you fall into this hell, your body is pressed down, exposing your limbs, which are then cut off one by one by the prison guards."

The Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guard seemed very familiar with the Scissor Hell, speaking casually.

With a slight change in his gaze, a plan formed in Qi Xiu's mind.

If this plan succeeds, my Shenxiao Sect may be able to rid itself of this calamity-stricken forbidden land that has been suppressed for tens of thousands of years.

Nodding silently, a radiant intent suddenly shone at Qi Xiu's brow, as waves of obscured light from the Primordial Child surged out, resembling a magnificent meteor shower sweeping towards the group of Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guards suppressed by the Suppression Talisman.

These Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guards, who always acted with impunity, had never suffered such humiliation.

Immediately, they let out miserable wails, crying louder than those divine souls hanging on stone pillars.

After all, the divine souls captured and brought here by the Hell Path Divine Artifact were subdued, even if they resisted somewhat, they couldn't withstand the guards swarming them, combined with the natural suppression of the Tongue-Ripping Hell.

But today, they encountered the Hunyuan Myriad Laws True Monarch, who was known as an Anomaly.

His cultivation methods defied common sense, possessing unparalleled divine marvels like no other before or after.

Though the Hell Path Divine Artifact could silently draw his divine soul into the Eighteen Layers of Hell,

it could only do just that.

Qi Xiu's current divine soul realm was the Undying Soul Realm, and with [Yama's Golden Chapter] as the foundation, he evolved a more powerful [Primordial Gold Chapter], using the strength of a hundred thousand Heart Demons to forge an unprecedented [Primordial Heart Pill].

Heart and body as one, spirit and flesh unified.

The Primordial Qi remains intact, the Heart Pill Dharma Robe is indestructible!

His corporeal body possessed boundless primordial cultivation, which could be perfectly synchronized with his divine soul. Such a terrifying being was beyond the capabilities of the prison guards.

A single Suppression Talisman was enough to immobilize them.

In a flash, all three thousand Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guards in the Tongue-Ripping Hell were possessed by the Primordial Child.

All knelt uniformly before Qi Xiu, becoming his private army.

"We greet our master."

"Clear this place."

Qi Xiu commanded, and the three thousand Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guards immediately rose and took action. As the guards of the Tongue-Ripping Hell, slaughtering the lingering souls within was effortless. Now that they were possessed by the Primordial Child, their power was even more frightening.

They also possessed some Primordial Power, able to employ the Primordial Attraction technique.

Adhering to the principle that wasting is a crime.

Under Qi Xiu's tacit control, the three thousand Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guards began devouring the divine souls in the Tongue-Ripping Hell, aided by the divine marvel of the Primordial Child.

The souls, tormented for countless years, already numb and dazed, even found a trace of release upon being absorbed and consumed.

In no time, under the voracious consumption of the Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guards, all the tormented souls in Tongue-Ripping Hell were swept clean.

And just at the moment the last tormented soul was devoured by a Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guard,

the ground of the entire hell transformed into a pool of viscous, rippling black water.

A slowly rotating vortex appeared in the center.

It seemed the Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guards were not dead, but were possessed by my Primordial Child, so the hell assumed all the guards and tormented souls were dead, thus opening the passage to the next layer of hell.

Gazing at the black water vortex in the center of hell, Qi Xiu slowly rubbed the knuckles of his fingers.

Next moment!

The three thousand Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guards crawled forward on the eerie, cold black water, as Qi Xiu stepped onto this "Ghost Bridge," walking step by step towards the black water vortex.

...

Snap—

Snap—

The continuous snipping sounds of scissors echoed relentlessly, with several large stone slabs arranged in rows. Between the two stone slabs, figures were pinned down and struggled painfully, their exposed hands and feet were continuously snipped off by the grinning, sinister Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guards wielding giant black iron scissors.

And every time a finger or toe was snipped off, it would regrow the next moment, soon creating a small mountain of fingers on the ground.

"Is this... the Scissor Hell?"

A calm and curious voice echoed above the heads of the Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guards who wielded the instruments of torture.

Hearing the unfamiliar voice, the group of Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guards were first stunned, then looked up in bewilderment.

Above the Scissor Hell, a young Daoist with his hands tucked into his sleeves, his expression calm, looking down with cold composure, a stark contrast to the painful, wretched hell below.

"Who are you?!"

After their initial shock, the Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guards immediately shouted harshly, and at the same time, stone slabs appeared out of thin air, trying to clamp Qi Xiu like the tormented souls and subject him to the scissors torture.

Having experienced the Tongue-Ripping Hell, Qi Xiu was prepared this time. As the stone slabs appeared, numerous Suppression Talismans, radiating golden light, emerged simultaneously, crashing and shattering the eerie stone slabs designed to suppress divine souls.

A rain of stone debris fell like a downpour, infuriating the Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guards below, who shrieked piercingly, raising their black iron scissors and charging toward Qi Xiu.

But in the next moment.

An identical iron clamp collided heavily with the black iron scissors, not with sparks from worldly metal, but with visible black ripples spreading out vigorously.

Both the iron clamp and the scissors were hell tools specifically targeting divine souls.

This clash released black ripples imbued with terrifying hellish marvel.

Without an Immortal Soul Realm level, merely touching it would shred the tongue, snip the fingers, leaving a mutilated soul, with no possibility of repair.

"Iron Clamp? How is this possible?"

Staring incredulously at the Iron Clamp Prison Guard blocking him, the Scissors Prison Guard was full of disbelief.

"How dare you act recklessly against my lord! Watch as I rip your tongues out!"

Like a torrent unleashed, the Iron Clamp Prison Guards charged with fervent frenzy, screaming shrilly as they clashed with the Scissors Prison Guards.

Both being Hell Prison Guards, the two factions of Green-Faced Ghosts battled intensely, with no clear advantage to either side.

While Qi Xiu watched this entertaining scene, a brilliant green light once again emerged between his brows, and several Primordial Children targeted the Scissors Prison Guards from afar.

Rustle, rustle, rustle—

The sky was filled with a cascade of green light, dragging long comet-like tails, shooting straight at the Scissors Prison Guards.

"What is that?!"

Instinctively sensing the threat of the Primordial Children, the Scissors Prison Guards wanted to flee, but their adversaries, the Iron Clamp Prison Guards, had no intention of letting them escape.

"Don't run, don't run, become part of our master's ranks, just like us!"

The Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guards, possessed by the Primordial Children, cared nothing for life or death and unleashed their full might, tightly entangling the Scissors Prison Guards.

"Let go of me!"

"You traitors! Traitors!"

"What are these things... ah! For our lord!"

"For our lord!"

As more and more Scissors Prison Guards became possessed, under the joint suppression of both factions, the resistance diminished steadily, eventually being completely extinguished.

The three thousand Scissors Prison Guards in the Scissor Hell were all possessed by the Primordial Children.

Thus, the prison guard forces under Qi Xiu's command had grown to six thousand.

Having subdued all the Scissors Prison Guards, the tortured souls in this Hell, like in the Tongue-Ripping Hell, were all annihilated at Qi Xiu's command.

The black water spread once more, an eerie vortex appearing.

"Let me see if these Eighteen Layers of Hell can truly withstand me," Qi Xiu mused, lowering his gaze.

He stepped forward into the next layer of Hell.

Iron Tree Hell!

Sin Mirror Hell!

Steaming Basket Hell!

Copper Pillar Hell!

Knife Mountain Hell!

Ice Mountain Hell!

Oil Pot Hell!

Ox Pit Hell!

Stone Press Hell!

Pounding Pestle Hell!

Blood Pool Hell!

Wrongful Death Hell!

Dismemberment Hell!

Volcano Hell!

Stone Mill Hell!

With each layer of Hell he penetrated, Qi Xiu personally witnessed countless terrifying tortures that would make one's blood run cold.

And as he passed through more Hells, the number of Fierce Ghost Jailers under his command continued to swell.

When he subdued the seventeenth layer, the Stone Mill Hell,

his ranks of Fierce Ghost Jailers had swelled to fifty-one thousand, the vast expanse of Green-Faced Ghosts wielding various instruments of torture standing at his feet.

These Fierce Ghost Jailers, having roamed the Hells for years, were steeped in a chilling aura of malevolence.

With such a number gathered together, their mere presence instilled fear into any spirit below the Immortal Soul Realm, robbing them of all will to resist.

"The final layer,"

Qi Xiu remarked as he took stock of the seventeen layers he'd conquered, his gaze returning to the black water vortex that had appeared once more.

This should be the final layer, the eighteenth layer of Hell!

With an inkling that this final layer might differ from the previous seventeen, Qi Xiu's eyes flickered as he conjured an External Incarnation.

"I leave it to you, my friend."

"No trouble at all, for my true form is my fate, and I shall not shy away."

With a wave, the External Incarnation gracefully swung its sleeves and strode boldly into the dark water vortex, vanishing into its depths, entering the eighteenth Hell.

Qi Xiu closed his eyes slightly, his thoughts drifting, and he suddenly experienced the perspective of his External Incarnation.

"Indeed, it's different."

In stark contrast to the blood-curdling and ghastly spectacles of the previous seventeen layers,

the eighteenth Hell was a desolate calm, resembling nothing more than an ordinary mountain cave in the mortal realm.

Blue stones, earthen floor.

A faint mist of water filled the air, a scent hovering almost imperceptibly... a fragrance?

"What is this scent?"

The nose twitched slightly, picking up the delicate aroma lingering in the air. The External Incarnation's brow furrowed as it murmured uncertainly:

"Sandalwood?"

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