Chapter 1751: Chapter 1321: Hell_2

Dan Taimeng’s gaze swept over the people suspended in midair and trapped in the technique. One after another their faces twisted, horror filling their eyes, as if they were seeing some terrifying scene.

Extreme Evil Hell, within the Spiritual World.

Wuchi and the others only felt their bodies falling weightlessly in a purple ocean, sinking straight down into the seabed Abyss. Then the Water Light suddenly vanished, and they dropped into a Hell filled with Molten Lava Fire.

"This is...?"

"Hm? Why am I bound!"

"Illusion Technique? Fellow Daoists, don’t panic, this is an Illusion Technique!"

One King-level Powerhouse after another was tied to wooden posts, unable to move. Faces full of shock, they looked around, while trying to struggle against the chains and shackles on their bodies.

Yet it was completely useless. Their originally powerful Strength seemed to have vanished without a trace. In this Spiritual World, they couldn’t even break free of wooden posts and shackles.

"Welcome to Extreme Evil Hell."

With a Flash of purple light, Zi Yue, flapping six Purple Butterfly wings, appeared smiling before them, a rough pair of red‑hot iron pliers in her hand.

"Evil Woman, what are you trying to do?"

"Let us go at once!"

The Alliance King Level experts locked to the posts all roared in anger.

"This is the first layer of Extreme Evil Hell, Copper Pillar Hell of tongue‑pulling, so of course we’re going to play a tongue‑pulling Game~" Zi Yue giggled, and under everyone’s gaze carried the pliers over to Wuchi. "Stinking bald donkey, you love preaching so much, hehehe, this young lady will pull your tongue out first!"

Wuchi shook his head again and said, "Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, turn back from your... mm!"

Before he could finish, Zi Yue had already pried open Wuchi’s mouth, thrust the red‑hot pliers in, clamped his tongue, and tore it out by force!

"...!!"

Wuchi’s pupils violently contracted. A searing pain that pierced straight into his Soul surged out from his mouth. His face turned pale in an instant. He tried to speak again, but once his tongue was torn out by the pliers, his gaping mouth could no longer form a single word.

"Once the tongue is gone, it really is a lot quieter... hehehe, stinking bald donkey, your expression is truly exquisite~"

Zi Yue looked at Wuchi’s agonized and slightly dazed appearance, a morbidly delighted smile spreading across her face. Cheerfully, she picked up the bloody tongue with the pliers, examined it, then flicked her hand and tossed it into the basket she had prepared beside her.

"Don’t worry, this is only the beginning." Zi Yue grabbed Wuchi’s chin, excitedly licking the corner of her lips. "Now then, the second one..."

As Zi Yue pried open Wuchi’s mouth once more, a completely intact tongue actually grew back in his mouth, as if everything just now had been nothing but an illusion.

Yet the shredded tongues in the basket beside her, and the chunks of meat and blood on the pliers, told everyone that this was far from mere illusion.

In Wuchi’s slightly contracting pupils, Zi Yue thrust the pliers in again, clamped his tongue, pulled it out, stretched it long... after a round of back‑and‑forth yanking, she finally ripped it off with a savage jerk.

"Mmph... ah...!"

Even Wuchi couldn’t help but tremble all over from this brutally real pain that cut straight into the Soul!

Such cruel methods made the others who were likewise bound around them all feel a chill run up their spines, fear bristling along their backs.

After tossing away Wuchi’s tongue again, Zi Yue didn’t forget the others who had fallen into Hell. "It seems you all can’t wait either~"

As soon as she spoke, purple light surged before every person, turning into a Zi Yue with an excited expression, each holding a pair of iron pliers.

"Let’s begin~"

The many Zi Yues giggled sweetly, swung their pliers, and thrust them into the mouths of one King Level Expert after another whose faces were full of terror...

"Mmph!"

"Aaah!!"

"...!!"

Cries of pain rose and fell throughout the entire tongue‑pulling Hell. The punishment of pliers ripping tongues out, the pain piercing directly into the Soul, far exceeded everyone’s expectations.

By rights, they were all King Level Experts, their spiritual will not weak.

But in this Illusion Space, every bit of pain was magnified dozens of times by Zi Yue! Not only that, it was applied directly to their Spirit, impossible to block or suppress in any way; they could only endure it head‑on!

Even for King Level experts, it was hard to bear such torment.

Within the Spiritual Domain, it was as if the concept of time didn’t exist, only the endlessly repeated punishment of tongue‑pulling.

Everyone had their tongue ripped out again and again, over and over as if it would never end.

Gradually, when Wutian, Wuchi and a few others at the front finally steeled their will amid the agony of tongue‑pulling, believing they could endure the torture, this session of tongue‑pulling punishment finally came to a halt.

However... despair and suffering had only just begun.

They did not break free of the Illusion Technique. Instead, they fell toward the next, even more agonizing Hell!

The second layer was Scissors Hell, where scissors snipped off each finger, one joint and one piece at a time.

The third layer was Iron Tree Hell, where a great tree bristling with blades stabbed up from under the skin of the back and hooked a person up.

...

The sixth layer was Copper Pillar Hell, where one had to embrace an iron pillar filled with Hell’s Molten Lava, enduring baking, burning, and one’s body melting away.

The seventh layer was Knife Mountain Hell, where one had to climb a mountain of ten thousand blades, every step slicing open flesh, until the entire body was torn to pieces and bone and meat stripped apart.

...

Outside.

A great‑sect King Level expert wrapped in a purple‑light Domain suddenly opened his eyes wide, his face twisting to the extreme, his gaze filled with unimaginable fear and despair.

"Aaah!! No!...!"

With a miserable scream, a vast surge of Purple Fire erupted from within his body, and in just a few breaths he was burned to ash.

Strangely, in the final moment before he turned to ash, there was actually a hint of daze and release on that twisted face.

Around the purple‑light Illusion Technique Domain, aside from the various Blue Sea King Level experts, Ye Xiaose, Lael, and the other top‑tier experts had also gathered nearby. Seeing this scene, they all wore looks of shock and doubt.

The quick‑tempered and irascible Sect Master Yang frowned and barked, "This Evil Woman’s Magic is really bizarre!"

Seal Techniques in Dan Taimeng’s hands flew out at high speed. She brought her hands together, locking onto the King Level cultivator who had just been burned to ashes.

Next, brilliant light flashed in Dan Taimeng’s pupils. Borrowing the residual Soul fluctuations, she used a Spiritual Attack detection method that inferred the whole from a fragment to "see" part of what was happening in Extreme Evil Hell.

"So it’s this kind of Hell scene, no wonder!" After Dan Taimeng saw the scenes within, her expression changed slightly.

Ye Xiaose saw this and asked, "Daoist Tantai, how is it?"

"Everyone, this is most likely a Divine Arts level Spiritual Attack, and extremely powerful at that!"

Dan Taimeng’s expression grew solemn, and she immediately recounted the situation in Extreme Evil Hell to the others.

After hearing her out, everyone’s faces turned grim. "So it’s such a terrifying Hell Space?"

Dan Taimeng nodded. "That’s right. According to my initial probing and analysis, once struck by this Art, none of your means can be used. Only by enduring all kinds of extreme torture and passing through the Eighteen Layers of Hell is there any chance of getting out intact.

Otherwise, the fewer layers of Hell you pass, the heavier the Spiritual damage you suffer.

At best, your Spirit will be wounded. At worst... you’ll end up like that cultivator just now, killed on the spot while still inside the Illusion Technique!"

Upon hearing this, everyone furrowed their brows even tighter.

"We can’t use our Divine Skills?"

"We can only passively endure? This Divine Arts technique is insane!"

Unable to use any of their Divine Skills and means, forced to become lambs to the slaughter, using only their will to resist the punishments of Hell?

For any expert present, this was an extremely dangerous, highly disadvantageous situation.

All of these experts relied on their various Divine Skills and techniques. But if it came down to purely their spiritual will...

No one knew how strong their own will and endurance really were, or how many layers of Hell they could push through in this Illusion Technique!

"Right." Dan Taimeng spoke again, adding in a heavy voice, "Of the Eighteen Layers of Hell, that man just now only made it through the sixth layer..."

"Hiss..."

Everyone present couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air, staring solemnly at the Extreme Evil Eye within Gao Tian’s six butterfly wings.

They were all King Level Experts, and as long as they didn’t Cultivate the Spiritual Path specifically, their spiritual will was more or less similar.

Yet according to Dan Taimeng, in the Eighteen Layers of Hell inside that Illusion Technique Domain ahead, this King Level expert had only held out through six layers?

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