The Legend of Muxian

Chapter 436 three hundred eight, escape

Ning Xin was taken aback by the ghost's words, and after thinking for a while, she directly launched a soul-chasing stab attack at the ghost. After entering the soul body, the ghost immediately felt the trembling from the depths of the soul.

"Follow me!" Ning Xin glanced at the ghost, and then swam towards the shore of the Blood Sea.

Looking at the direction Ning Xin was swimming in, the ghost immediately yelled, "No, I can't go to the shore, I will be weakened!"

"Do you want to die or grit your teeth and endure it for a while?" Ning Xin said coldly, this guy just sucked a lot of her soul power, and the reduction in soul power made the pain on her body even more unbearable.

If she didn't know anything about this place and needed to find someone to inquire about the news, she wouldn't continue to soak in this sea of ​​blood and talk nonsense with him.Although the erosion of the soul and body on the shore of the Blood Sea is more powerful, it is not unbearable.

Looking at the female cultivator staring at him coldly, Song Weizi knew that if she didn't do what she said, she would definitely kill him without hesitation, and in the end he could only follow her silently.

Ning Xin didn't take the ghost to the crevice where she stayed before, but went to a relatively remote crevice that was relatively close to the ghost's cave. When she was investigating before, she found this crack, and ghosts often come from here. Passing by, but not going there, it is considered a relatively safe place.

Song Weizi followed the female cultivator in the ghost uniform with a bitter face, regretting in his heart, he really shouldn't be greedy to absorb her soul power.

How could a female cultivator who dared to sink into the sea of ​​blood and persisted for so long have no strength?Moreover, Xuelu Luosha was clearly looking for her before, he was really deceived by lard, and provoked such a powerful person.

Seeing getting closer and closer to the shore, Song Weizi became more and more nervous. Although those ghost servants couldn't suck them, the knives and forks in their hands could weaken their soul power. Once the soul power was weakened in this sea of ​​blood, it would be even worse It's hard to suffer.

Looking at the female cultivator swimming in front, Song Weizi also thought about running away, but his intuition told him that if he left this female cultivator, the soul thorn in his soul would kill him sooner or later.

The more he swam to the shore, the more shocked Song Weizi felt. The female cultivator in front seemed to be able to know whether the ghost messenger was coming. Every time a ghost messenger passed by, she would take him to avoid their inspection.

After avoiding the ghosts around her, Ning Xin swam to the slit she had chosen again, grabbed the trembling ghost, and flew into the slit. "Bang" directly threw the ghost to the ground.

A wave of soul power knocked the ghost out, and Ning Xin immediately meditated and practiced the Soul Art. It didn't take long to find that the soul power in this place seemed to be much more abundant than before.

After a while, after Ning Xin fully replenished her soul power, she woke up the ghost, and then looked at him with a frosty face, "Tell me, what is the soul imprint you just mentioned?"

When Ning Xin asked, Song Weizi was still in a daze, unable to react, and he was still immersed in the sea of ​​blood that made people want to die.

He has been in this hell for so long that he can't remember clearly, the only thing that is clear is the never-ending pain.When he woke up this time, he didn't feel the severe pain from his body, which made him a little bit unable to adapt.

Because of the brotherhood in his heart, he was thrown into this hell that would never see his day out, and what accompanied him all the time was the pain from numbness to the soul!
The underworld, this is a place of pain, darkness, and terror, a place separated from light and joy.And this hell is the prison of the underworld. There is no difference between day and night here, only endless pain spots on the soul.

Seeing that there was no reaction from the captured ghost, Ning Xin directly attacked with a burst of soul power, "huh..." Song Weizi felt the pain in the soul body, and snorted, and then recovered from his drifting thoughts .

"What did you say?" Seeing the angry female cultivator, Song Weizi's heart tightened, and he said hastily, "Everyone who is brought to Blood Sea Hell will be branded with a blood-red mark. With this mark, we Just don’t try to escape from the sea of ​​blood hell, you will always be struggling in the sea of ​​blood.”

"How do you know I don't have this mark?"

"That. I noticed it when I absorbed your soul power!"

"Everyone in this sea of ​​blood hell has this mark? Do those ghost messengers also have it?"

"There are people who are struggling in the sea of ​​blood. As long as there is a ghost order in the ghost messenger's body, the imprint will be eliminated."

"You said there is a way to keep me from being discovered by them?"

"Well, just grab a ghost order and print it on the soul body!"

"Does the ghost order only have the effect of removing the mark?"

"You can also rely on ghost orders to receive salary."

"What salary?"

"You can go to the Soul Power Cave to practice for one day a month."

"Hmph, I can do what you said without you, so what's the use of me keeping you?" Ning Xin made a gesture of preparing to attack.

"Don't, don't, don't, I've been in this hell for a long time, and I know a lot of things here. I'm saying that now that the blood slaughter and the blood slaughter Rakshasa have returned, it's not easy to get the ghost order. You need a The person who helps you watch the wind!"

"Really? Then what else do you know? It's better to say something useful, I don't have much patience!" Ning Xin withdrew her attack.

"Then what do you want to know? I have stayed from the eighth layer of iceberg hell to the No. 13th layer of blood sea hell. Know something."

"Wait a minute, from the eighth floor to the No.13 floor, you won't tell me that there are eighteen floors of hell here?"

"There are eighteen layers of hell here!"

Ning Xin was taken aback by the ghost's affirmative answer, she was really thrown into the [-]th floor of hell.

"What the hell is this place?"

"Blood sea hell!" Song Weizi said weakly, but when he saw the female cultivator staring at him, he immediately reacted, "Underworld, this is the underworld!"

After that, Ning Xin didn't speak anymore, but meditated on the sidelines. It seemed that her quilt was slapped by that guy until she couldn't die anymore. Her soul went to the underworld, and she even went directly to the [-]th floor of hell!

Seeing that the female cultivator on the opposite side did not continue to ask questions, Song Weizi breathed a sigh of relief, it was dangerous, but luckily he reacted quickly.

"Then can I ask why you can take me away from the sea of ​​blood?" After a while, seeing the face of the female cultivator on the opposite side improved, Song Weizi thought about it and asked the question in his heart.

"En?" Ning Xin was puzzled for a while, "Yes, you have imprints on your body so you can't leave the sea of ​​blood by yourself. Let me ask you, can't those ghost messengers also take you out of the sea of ​​blood?"

"No, there are only two Rakshasa masters in the entire Blood Sea Hell! Now I'm adding you."

"That's it!" Ning Xin became thoughtful. Compared with the ghost messenger, the only difference between her and the ghost messenger was that she didn't imprint the ghost messenger order on her soul body. effect.

"Do you know how to get out of this hell?" Ning Xin asked.

"Those who are struggling in hell want to leave hell, but it's not so easy! After serving their sentence, Lord Rakshasa will report to the judge in charge of hell and wait for the judge's ruling to see if they will continue to be sent to other hells for punishment. Or issue a pass.

After getting the judge's pass, they will be escorted to the transfer hall, where they will report, and then they will be judged by the wheel-turning king before they can leave hell and re-enter reincarnation. "

"I didn't say I would re-enter reincarnation!"

"You want to escape from prison?" Song Weizi looked at the nun in front of him with wide eyes, she really dared to think!

"I can't believe no one here has escaped hell before!"

"There are, but they are very few. I can't count on the palm of my hand. Those who failed to escape are miserable now. They are currently being tortured in various hells in turn!"

"It's good to have it!"

(End of this chapter)