Chapter 195: Eighteen Hells

In the minds of boys and girls, romance is cheap and does not require cost accounting.

A place with great reputation, a bloody and scattered incident can also make the girl lover full of sad romance and sadness. For example, Margo Rit in "Red and Black" did not fear going to the execution ground, retrieved the head of the lover who was beheaded by the butcher, held it in his arms, and went to the cemetery.

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Because I was engaged in a "special profession" in my previous life, Zi Xing naturally worked harder in the psychology of the opposite sex.

The more researched, the sharper his "romantic factor" will decrease.

For example—

Zixing has seen many beauties (beauties who use "dinosaurs" as "references") who like to sit on the rails and ask friends to take photos for her.

Those beauties who were full of "romance dramas" thought that sitting on the railroad tracks symbolized freedom and wandering!

In order to add poetry, the beauties in front of the camera often hold their knees with their hands, tilt their heads, pretend to look into the distance, with a "click", smile-beautiful! The sun shines on their faces...

Whenever I see these scenes, Zi Xing not only doesn’t feel “romantic”, but also can’t help but think maliciously in his heart: these little girls who are taking photos on the track have never taken the “hard seat” of the train, so I don’t know that the toilet on the train will discharge evenly along the tracks…

Therefore, romance is at least "girl type romance", and is a "insulator" with Zixing.

To apply the famous saying "Liu Zhenhan", Zixing, "is just a rough person", "he can only get the opposite sex in his own way."

"Romance" is definitely a "trash" existence to him.

Well, after saying so much, I just want to explain one thing, that is, Zi Xing learned from the "frame" how "hard" he felt when he came to a place! He would never have a slight romantic association.

The legendary "Eighteen-level hell".

Zi Xing never dreamed that it would be unlucky enough to be brought to this "hell realm" by a mysterious force for some reason. Grandpa Zhu didn't understand him, and even brought him to the most inhumane "Eighteen-level hell" in the legendary hell realm... This, Zi Xing was almost crying without tears.

I read online articles in my previous life and have also seen many people who ran to the Eighteenth Hell. Not only did they succeed in practicing, but they also talked about a strange love story with "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" (female version). But I have emphasized before that Zixing is not a "romantic" person, and he doesn't believe that there are any beauties in the "Eighteenth Hell" waiting for him to collect... Let's take it down, there are still be beautiful women, there are probably a lot of disgusting female ghosts.

Zixing was thundered.

He took several steps backwards and sat on the ground. Soon, he jumped up again with a "school" reason. The temperature on the surface was too high.

Grandpa Zhu frowned and said, "Zi Xin, why don't you want any kindness? Why don't you be so surprised?"

Zi Xing said angrily: "How can you not be shocked? Grandpa, I asked myself that I have never done anything to you. Can you make me hurt like this?"

"It's not harmful to you." Grandpa Zhu said in a daze. Suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes. Thinking of a possibility, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"I said it didn't harm me? I didn't harm me, why did you bring me to this 'eighteen-level hell' and lied to me that it's the most suitable place to practice?" Zi Xing said with a heavy face: "Grandpa, even if I don't want to think about you with malicious intentions, I can't get any optimistic answer..."

A look of surprise finally appeared on Grandpa Zhu's face.

He couldn't help but say, "You can actually guess that this is the 'Eighteenth Hell'? Tsk tsk, you are not simple. You used to get something rare in the 'Phoenix Feather', but now you can see that this is the 'Eighteenth Hell' at a glance... Zixin, there are still many secrets hidden in you."

"Grandpa, don't change the topic. We are discussing a very serious issue now. Tell me, why should I harm me?"

When Zi Xing said this, he first figured out a question in his mind: Grandpa Zhu has always refused to reveal where he wanted to take him to, probably because he was worried that he knew that this was the "eighteenth level hell" and that he became resistant because of fear.

"It's not harmful to you. How could you come to such a ridiculous conclusion?" Grandpa Zhu said: "Since you know that this is the 'eighteen-level hell', you should believe that this place is indeed the most suitable place for cultivation."

"Are you still practicing? I guess before I could cultivate anything, I was so hot that I was so hot that I turned into a pool of blood, and then completely evaporated..."

"I have taken you to this 'seventh level of hell', because I have considered the ability of your 'soul body' to withstand the high temperature in this 'hell'... I have planned so carefully for you, how could I be the one who wants to harm you?" Grandpa Zhu looked like he was "I was so sorry for the iron."

Grandpa Zhu's words indirectly confirmed Zi Xing's guess that he "flashed" seven times in a row, crossing seven spaces. But he didn't expect that he entered the seventh level of hell.

Zi Xing still understands some "small common sense" about the "Eighteen-Story Hell". That is, the so-called seventh-Story Hell uses the "surface" as the starting point. The more you go down to the ground, the larger the "layers" will be... This is exactly the opposite of the counting method of "skyscrapers" developing towards high altitudes.

Uh, after hearing Grandpa Zhu’s explanation, Zixing’s heart finally became much more stable.

Just because of Grandpa Zhu's strength as the "No. 1 master in the cultivation world", there is no need to coax him.

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The conversation between Zixing and Grandpa Zhu has entered a substantial level.

Zi Xing discussed with him: "Grandpa, can you not leave me in this 'eighteen-level hell'? Practicing in such a ghost place can easily cause death. Grandpa, think about it, if I am accidentally finished, isn't the saddest person Miss Jiang?"

"Don't talk about Jiang Yatou. If you are really finished, Jiang Yatou will give up and be freed... If you don't even have the courage to "face the difficulties", I don't agree with Jiang Yatou and you for the rest of your life!"

Grandpa Zhu said with certainty: "Don't think that Jiang Yatou will be sad for you for the rest of his life when you die. Your relationship has not reached that point. Humph, there are many excellent cultivation boys in the six realms; as long as you have seen Jiang Yatou's talent and appearance, and want to pursue her, and think about her day and night, can fill the 'eighteen hell', do you believe it?"

After hearing Grandpa Zhu's announcement that countless cultivators would think of "Miss Jiang" day and night, Zi Xing couldn't help but see a classic Internet proverb in his previous life--

"Actually, behind every woman you miss day and night, there is a man who fucks her. She fucks her. to the point of vomiting..."

Well, you can't tell Grandpa Zhu this. Otherwise, with the old man's spoiling for Jiang Yatou, he might have to force "Jiang Yatou" to break up with him in anger.

Zi Xing was busy pretending to be a "good baby" on the surface and nodded repeatedly: "I believe it, grandpa, can't I believe it?"

Grandpa Zhu also knew that making Zixing unwillingly stay in the "Eighteen-level hell" and practice hard will be somewhat more effective than willingly practicing. Therefore, we have to use some flexible comfort measures to treat this kid.

"Zi Xin, don't stretch your face. You really don't know how to be blessed. Do you think this place is simply the legendary "Eighteen-level hell"?"

Zi Xing was about to learn more about the inside story, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but feel excited and asked, "Is there anything good in these eighteen levels of hell?"

"There is nothing good here..."

After hearing this answer, Zi Xing's face had just looked disappointed, but Grandpa Zhu changed his mind and revealed: "This 'Eighteen-layer Hell' itself is a good thing..."

Zi Xing tilted his head and thought about it, slowly revealing his sudden enlightenment.

"Has I guessed it? Yes, Zixin, this 'Eighteen-level hell' was combined to make a movable 'top artifact' by several 'saints' in the six realms a hundred thousand years ago... It can be imagined how powerful it is."

"As soon as this 'divine artifact' was released, even the saints who worked together to refine it were deeply afraid of it and wanted to seize it... But tens of thousands of years ago, this 'divine artifact' suddenly disappeared overnight. Several 'saints' doubted each other, believing that one of the other saints had hidden the artifact... With such mutual fear, they had settled a lot - there was no direct conflict in tens of thousands of years!"

"Zi Xin, you can imagine that if those 'saints' were to know the whereabouts of this artifact, it would definitely set off another protracted treasure hunting battle..."

"Strange, are those 'saints' full and full? Why do you have to work together to create such a powerful 'artifact'? Isn't this leaving behind a 'root of disaster' for everyone to fight for death? Are these guys so idle that they want to seek abuse?" Zi Xing really couldn't figure it out.

"As for why those 'saints' teamed up to create such a magical artifact, it wasn't that their heads were kicked by the donkey. To be honest, I should blame me for this."

Grandpa Zhu said a fair word: "One hundred thousand years ago, when I decided to retire, I felt that there was something I had no use to keep, so I was ready to peel it off from my body. Unexpectedly, only about three tenths were stripped away, and the rest had been completely integrated into my soul, flesh, and body. I could not ‘strip’ again in my lifetime... And the three tenths of the stripped out were of great help to the cultivation of cultivators. So, several 'saints' who had a very short relationship with me came to me personally and begged me to give them that thing... I didn't want to favor one of them, so I asked them to share the thing equally..."

"Grandpa, what exactly are you talking about three-tenths of peeling from your body?" Zi Xing had already guessed it a little, and he still wanted to ask Grandpa Zhu for further verification.

"That thing is said to come from the 'Yao Plate of Creation', and I don't know whether it is true or false?" Grandpa Zhu said lightly, but heard Zi Xing's eyes shining.

Such good things are thrown out to the "saints". No wonder they are reluctant to give in to each other. Zi Xing simply doubts: Could this old man in front of him want to plot against those "saints"? He used the trick of "two peaches and three soldiers" created by Yan Zi, the prime minister in history!

"Did those 'saints' really divide the fragments of the 'Jade Disc of Creation'? Because they are fair and everyone is satisfied. When their relationship is improved, they will work together to transform the 'Eighteen-level Hell' into a magical artifact that goes against the will of heaven?"

"How could such a dramatic thing happen?" Grandpa Zhu smiled bitterly: "Precisely because of how to 'dividing' the 'jade plate fragment of creation', it was impossible to achieve results that satisfies all parties. The smartest 'saint Nuwa' among them came up with a compromise solution. After hearing this, the other 'saints' thought it was feasible, so they agreed..."

"Can Nuwa come up with a compromise? Her mind is very good." Zi Xing praised. He quietly added in his heart: "But after she 'divided into three', it seemed that her intelligence was also divided into three, and her mind was not so good. She often did some very second-hand behaviors. For example, she always bullies me..."

"That plan is indeed a genius compromise plan. The 'Saint Nuwa' suggests that several saints join forces to integrate the 'Jade Disc of Creation' into the 'Eighteen-level Hell', and refine the 'Eighteen-level Hell' into a movable artifact for entry into it to practice. In this way, several 'saints' can enter it to retreat and recuperate, and there is no question of who suffers or who takes advantage of it. As for the final ownership of the 'Eighteen-level Hell', several saints can compete every ten thousand years - if they can defeat several other opponents, they can own the 'artifact' alone..."

Zi Xing listened with relish and thought to himself: No wonder Grandpa Zhu said that only he and a few "saints" could bring people in this "cultural place". No need to guess, several "saints" must have set up a very powerful ban in this "divine artifact".

"Several 'saints' unanimously agreed to the plan of the saint Nuwa, and they did this. For fairness, the artifact 'Eighteenth Levels of Hell' was placed in the 'hell realm'..." Grandpa Zhu said with emotion: "I saw that everything was smooth, so I retired with confidence. But I never expected that after I left tens of thousands of years, the news of the disappearance of the 'Eighteenth Levels of Hell' came out... From then on, the 'saints' suspicious of each other and had no real friendship at all..."

Zixing was a little confused.

He endured it for a while, and finally couldn't help but say: "The artifact 'Eighteenth Level Hell' is still well placed under the ground of this 'hell realm'? It has not disappeared!"

Grandpa Zhu sighed: "Although it is still buried under the ground of the 'hell world', it is no longer the same place..."

"You can sense the specific location of this 'divine artifact' with your spiritual sense."

Zi Xing ridiculed her humble words: "It's still a bunch of 'saints'. Can't none of them be able to search for the whereabouts of 'hell' from the scope of 'hell' with their 'divine consciousness'?"

"This is the cleverness of the thief who steals the 'Art"." Grandpa Zhu showed a strange expression on his face: "In order to steal this 'Art, that guy actually paid the price of 'destroying his body', and destroyed part of the 'Art' and transferred the 'Eighteen-level hell' from the original burial site..."

"After the 'artifact' was destroyed, the connection between several 'saints' and it was completely interrupted, and its whereabouts could no longer be sensed."

"Oh, there is such a great treasure-stealing thief?" Zi Xing couldn't help but sigh. Suddenly he thought of something and asked, "Why is that the thief, who was once named the "Four-Don't Look"? "

"Not bad. It's it." Grandpa Zhu nodded.

When Zi Xing heard this, he couldn't help but scream: "No way? He knew that the guy's 'soul body' was sealed in this 'eighteen-layer hell', and he asked me to come here to practice? What if that guy blames me for invading its 'territory' and wants to kill it, I'm probably like pinching an ant to death."

"What are you worried about?" Grandpa Zhu said angrily: "I have promised the 'Four No-Soul Remnant Soul' to help it seize control of the 'Main Soul'. Do you think I can't do it?"

Zi Xing thought, oh, that's the reason. When he was anxious, he actually forgot about this matter.

If the "residual soul" can successfully obtain control of the "main soul", Zixing thinks it is necessary to establish a good friendship with it during the practice.

Before he could plan, Grandpa Zhu broke his "beautiful dream".

He said casually: "When the 'residual soul' controls the 'main soul', I will let it serve as your 'subby training'. Zi Xin, under such a 'unique' situation, your strength will definitely be able to improve by leaps and bounds... You must have confidence in yourself. I like you."

Zixing felt a chill.

The "Four-Dislike" is a cruel horn who dares to use flesh to destroy the "artifact" and does not lack the spirit of "Erlante". With this guy as a "slap" and Zixing only feels that his future life is pitch black.

I really don’t know how much I will be abused by that guy!

Grandpa Zhu looked at him with a smile, with a determined look on his face, "It's up to him to decide."

Well, this old man is a firm believer who "the sword is sharpened by grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold". In short, it is impossible to expect him to take action to rescue him.

It’s still a good conscience in the “frame”. I felt Zixing’s uneasy mood, so I took the initiative to comfort him—

[Zi Xing, you don’t have to worry and fear that “Four-Don’t Like”. It can become the “No. 1 Master of the Demon Clan” by relying on its own hard work. How could it be a simple-minded guy?]

[About the use of its "four-like body" to destroy the "divine artifact" and interrupt the connection between several "saints" and the "eighteen-level hell". This is only Grandpa Zhu's guess. In fact, the "four-like body" of the "four-like body" is destroyed by the artifact while trying to subdue the "divine artifact". Its original deity does not want to suffer such huge losses...]

[Transferring the 'artifact' from its original collection location is the active behavior of the 'Four Nosense'...]

After reading the information collected by "Box", Zixing felt a little relieved.

It would be great if he is not a "mad guy" who is "studying" at his "study".
Chapter completed!