Excellent Spiritualist

Chapter 820

What Yin Lao said made Su Ming snort.

If he wasn't worried that the next life in Luna Pass would be boring, he would have killed him long ago, and he could still make him yell here?
Elder Yin searched around, but found no sign of anyone coming, so he left.

Su Ming curled his lips, this kind of flimsy trick is simply embarrassing.

About ten minutes later, Yin Lao's figure reappeared.He frowned, and said in a low voice: "It's really strange. The old man clearly noticed that someone was here, so why did he disappear out of thin air? Could it be that he has the ability to penetrate the void?"

After a long while, Yin Lao was startled, "Could it be that he ran into hell?"

Before he finished speaking, Old Yin made a mysterious imprint with his hands.A hole opened above the void, and he got into it all at once.

What the hell!

Su Ming was very surprised.

Old Yin's method is not simple, he even put eighteen levels of hell in one space.

After Elder Yin went in, Su Ming appeared.He was imitating Yinlao's mudra, but there was no movement in the void, it seemed that the mudra was wrong, or he had to cooperate with the formula.

Su Ming pondered for a moment, and felt that it would be better to tear apart the space and enter.

But definitely not going in now, once you go in at this time, you might meet Mr. Yin head-on, which is not a good thing.

Thinking of this, Su Ming hid himself again.

Not long after, Yin Lao came out.

I saw him frowning and muttering in his mouth, as if he couldn't figure out what was going on.Even so, he still left.

The place suddenly fell into deathly silence.

Half an hour later, Su Ming appeared and moved his body a bit.Stretch out your hand to cut through the space, and go directly to the eighteenth floor of hell opened by Yin Lao.

Before he could see clearly what was going on, there were already screams and wailing in his ears.

Looking intently, he froze in place for a moment.

This imitation hell has imprisoned an unknown number of monks, and at a glance, there are only crowds of people.The monks' faces were pale and their breathing was weak, as if they were about to die at any moment.

Su Ming walked and watched, and found that not only the monks of the human race, but also people of the monster race.

After a rough count, thousands of people were imprisoned on this floor alone.

There are altogether [-] levels of hell, and after careful calculation, at least [-] people were imprisoned by Yin Lao.

Su Ming was secretly surprised, this old Yin is really not a human being, he completely treats these monks as animals and raises them in captivity.

There are so many people in captivity to provide him with the soul source, and all he does is to save one person.

After Su Ming observed carefully, he found that the cultivators on this floor were relatively ordinary, and they could be counted as people coming to the Emperor's Road.

Find the way to go down, and look down layer by layer.

Like the [-] floors of hell, the upper five floors have more people, and each floor has at least a thousand people.

The number of people on the middle six floors is relatively small, but there are about six or seven hundred people.And the cultivation base of these people is stronger than the monks on the upper five floors.

Coming here, Su Ming has seen eleven layers of hell.The souls of these people alone are enough to extract a huge source of souls.

Although Su Ming wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to raise his soul to the heavenly level, he was not so cruel as Yin Lao.

The monks on the top five floors are in the most unfavorable situation. They may die at any time.Therefore, saving them is not a wise move, but will drag yourself down.

Su Ming is not a saint, and he cannot do the feat of saving the world.

On the emperor's road, everything must start from one's own safety.

As for the people on the middle six floors, they can still barely catch their eyes, and they can be rescued if necessary.Although these people are extremely weak, their souls are still fluctuating and spreading, and they will not die easily if they are rescued.

Su Ming stood between the eleventh and twelfth floors and let out a long breath, then walked down the dark and dark steps.

He had a hunch that starting from the twelfth floor, it would not be as simple as the above.

Sure enough, I guessed right.

After passing through the twelfth floor of the restriction, there was immediately a wave of scorching air blowing towards his face.Looking up, the facilities here are better than those above, almost all of them are held in solitary confinement.

However, these monks are more painful, because they suffer from the burning pain all the time.

There is flame burning in every prison, filling every corner.The flames were not too intense, but the pain was astonishing as they burned repeatedly day and night.

Su Ming flicked his fingers, and a cold light howled out from between his fingers.Immediately afterwards, endless icy air permeated the air, filling the entire twelve layers like hell.

The scorching air waves were gradually suppressed, and turned into coldness.

The monks who were still conscious looked at Su Ming one after another.

Su Ming nodded slightly at them and strode forward.Suddenly, he was surprised.Because there is a young man sitting cross-legged in the front end.He exudes a fiery red color, as if he is cultivating.

After Su Ming looked at it carefully, he thought that this person became enlightened after suffering at this level.

Because he is practicing, and what he is practicing is the magic power of fire attribute.

is a talent.

Su Ming stared at it seriously for a while, then walked past him directly, and went to the thirteenth floor, imitating hell.

The number of people imitating hell on the thirteenth floor is less than that on the twelve-story hell, and the environment on this floor is very special.

If the upper layer is roasted by fire, then it will endure endless cold here.It is the kind of cold that can freeze the blood to solidify...

In the middle of this layer, there is a small iceberg.The cold air that emanates spreads out, covering every corner of this floor.The iceberg is covered with dense and mysterious lines, which seem to be absorbing the soul power of this layer of monks.

Su Ming admired Yin Lao's methods more and more.

In order to obtain the source of the soul and save the woman in the coffin, she did everything possible.

I thought that the instruments of torture were shocking enough, but after seeing the imitated [-]-story hell, I realized that those instruments of torture are simply child's play.

The monks imprisoned here live a life that is worse than death. For them now, death seems to be a luxury.

The thirteen cultivators were almost without exception, and all of them were frozen into ice sculptures.However, the cold air is not fatal. Even if it is frozen into an ice sculpture, there is still a faint breath of life spreading.

These methods are really powerful.

Su Ming stomped the soles of his feet, and the power spread rapidly, suppressing the cold air from the iceberg.At the same time, the mysterious lines on the iceberg are melting rapidly.

After about a quarter of an hour, this time there were dense and crisp sounds.

The monks who had been frozen into ice sculptures escaped one by one.

Their faces were pale, but their minds were still clear.

"Brother, you, were you also captured by that vicious old guy?"

Someone bit the bullet and asked.

Su Ming shook his head.

"Then what do you do? Are you his accomplice?"

"I'm not his accomplice, nor was he arrested. I'm currently living in the Yan Luodian Inn. I came here just because I was curious about the Yan Luodian Inn, so I checked it out."

Su Ming looked around, "How long have you all been imprisoned here?"

"I don't know about the others. I have been imprisoned here for at least 50 years."

The monk who spoke to Su Ming said.

"It's been a long time."

Su Ming said lightly.

"Brother, I advise you to leave Yan Luodian Inn as soon as possible, otherwise, you will end up like us sooner or later."

His eyes were filled with boundless hatred, "This old guy is extremely cruel, and death in his hands will become extravagant. I think you have a good cultivation, so don't ruin your bright future."

Su Ming chuckled, "He is indeed extraordinary, but I haven't taken him seriously yet. I just want to know what he is going to do, otherwise I would have killed him long ago. What's more, he hasn't really done it right now. Start with me..."

Su Ming's words drew ridicule from many people.

Su Ming laughed mockingly, these people are really clueless.Even though he had ended up in such a miserable situation, he still had time to make fun of others.

To put it bluntly, he deserved his end like this.

Su Ming glanced at the guy who persuaded him to leave, and with a wave of his hand, he broke open the prison, "You are in good condition, so leave with me."

His eyes widened in disbelief, "I, can I go?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Yin won't find out in a short time. However, even if he finds out, it's no big deal."

Su Ming said indifferently.

The other monks were stunned, and after regaining their senses, they all begged Su Ming to save them out.Su Ming continued to walk forward as if he had never heard of it.The monk rescued by him hastily followed his footsteps.

(End of this chapter)