Professionals of the Starry Skies - Chapter 631

Chapter 631: The Eighteen Layers of Hell (Additional Updates, Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket)

Tick!

The clouds disappeared and the rain stopped, drops of blood fell to the ground, mixed with the rain, and sprinkled into the dry earth, and were absorbed by the earth in an instant.

The originally ferocious temple warrior Lu Zhong was now half-kneeling on the ground, his two-handed sword broken in half, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

And around him, layer upon layer of paper figures seemed endless…

“Evil demon!”

Lu Zhong looked at Fang Xing, his eyes bloodshot: “Even if I die in battle today, justice will prevail! One day, my teammates will take your head on my behalf, under the gaze of the gods…”

“Oh? You won’t see that day.”

Fang Xing seemed to be interested and stood in front of Lu Zhong: “Temple Warrior… I haven’t even asked your name, and you attacked me indiscriminately… I have decided, I will take your soul and let you possess a paper man, and suffer forever.”

This was of course a lie. An enemy of this level was not worth it for him to do this.

The reason why Fang Xing did this was that he felt that this temple warrior had another trump card.

Moreover, he was quite interested in it, so he decided to give it a try.

“No! Even if my soul falls into the underworld, I will persist in my faith… and my gods will eventually save me!”

There was piety and faith on Lu Zhong’s face.

Suddenly, he looked at Fang Xing’s real body approaching, and a hint of success appeared in his eyes: “And you will be exiled with me!”

In an instant, Lu Zhong tore off a amulet from his neck.

This is a high-level item given to him by the teachings of the God of Redemption – the Banishment Amulet! It contains a one-time banishment spell, and it has been blessed by the gods, so it has a high priority!
In an instant, a layer of spiritual light enveloped Fang Xing and Lu Zhong.

Almost in an instant, the two were banished from the mortal world and disappeared without a trace.

…

Underworld.

The surroundings were red, hot and high temperature.

The earth is dry and cracked…

Occasionally, you can see unwilling souls lying on the ground wailing, their figures becoming increasingly illusory…

Some ghosts seemed unable to endure this kind of suffering any longer, and they turned into nothingness and their souls were scattered.

This is the first level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell – the Burning Hell!
Since there is no need to consider reincarnation and other things, and only the souls need to be tortured, there are almost no gods from the underworld in hell, only various tortures.

Hiss!

A flash of inspiration came to me.

Fang Xing and Lu Zhong appeared in a place in the scorching hell almost at the same time.

“It’s so hot…”

Fang Xing used his hands as a fan and fanned himself twice.

He felt this way, and could imagine what kind of torture those souls must be enduring.

Not far away, Lu Zhong was already on the verge of death, and it seemed that he would die at any moment.

“God… I’m coming!”

Although Lu Zhong was about to die, his eyes were bright, as if he saw the kingdom of God he longed for.

But the next moment!
——Advanced Natural Healing!
A ray of green light fell on him, causing his injuries to heal quickly.

Lu Zhong stood up in disbelief and looked at Fang Xing.

This is definitely a demon in the Yang God realm. For some reason, he would actually treat him.

It was obvious that the other party must be thinking of some torture to torture him!
As soon as he thought of this, Lu Zhong’s face immediately showed an expression of dying rather than surrendering.

If it were not for the teachings of the God of Salvation that forbid suicide, he would have committed suicide the moment he fell into the underworld, and his soul would have gone to the Kingdom of God.

But it is not too late now. Given his status in the church, a messenger from God will soon come and save him from suffering.

But before long, a look of surprise and doubt appeared on Lu Zhong’s face.

He knelt down immediately and prayed loudly: “Lord of Redemption, you are the embodiment of salvation and the judge of justice in the world… I pray for your favor, for your listening, and for your attention…”

Half a day passed, and there was still no response.

Lu Zhong suddenly turned around and looked at Fang Xing with murderous eyes: “Evil demon, is that you?”

“Haha… you are just passively affected by one of my talents.”

Fang Xing laughed.

I didn’t expect the effect of ‘Divine Vision’ to be so good, it’s like turning on the fog of war.

Not only himself, but also the clergy who are entangled with his fate or too close to him will be affected by the signal.

But, it was indeed he who caused this situation.

After all, Fang Xing had long wanted to come to the underworld to see the eighteen levels of hell.

He had sensed that Lu Zhong was carrying a “ticket” before, so he took the bus without any hesitation. No, it should be said that Lu Zhong forced him into the bus.

At this moment, Lu Zhong’s expression was somewhat broken, and he murmured: “My Lord… why is it that your power cannot reach this place? No no… I cannot waver… my faith…”

Fang Xing was too lazy to pay attention to him and just let go of his perception.

“Yes, the Eighteen Layers of Hell are indeed the structure of the lower planes. This is the first layer of the Burning Hell, and the second layer is the Ice Hell… Only souls that are still alive after being tortured in this purgatory of ice and fire will voluntarily fall to the lower layers of hell…”

“The third level seems to be the Tendon Hanging Hell? The next ones are the Tongue Pulling Hell, the Skin Flaying Hell, the Pounding Hell, the Chariot Collapsing Hell… all the way to the final Hell of Incessant Suffering!”

“In short, the souls of the unbelievers who fall here, even if they survive the first seventeen levels of hell, must endure eternal torture and torment in the eighteenth level of hell… This is to intimidate those unbelievers.”

“Eh? No… The structure of the Eighteen Layers of Hell is a bit weird… The main body is like an inverted pyramid… But spirituality flows through it… Is this a formation that constantly tortures souls and extracts their essence?”

Fang Xing couldn’t help but marvel.

The gods really have a lot of fun with faith. Even the souls of non-believers will be saved after death, killing two birds with one stone and making a huge contribution.

However, the souls of the non-believers would be covered with walls as usual, but now they are just recycled and it doesn’t seem to be a big deal.

“Hungry… I’m so hungry…”

Just as Lu Zhong collapsed and Fang Xing was thinking, a soul floated over.

He appeared middle-aged, with a weather-beaten face and his hands wrapped in bandages, as if he had been an experienced warrior in his youth.

But at this time, the soul’s lower limbs were illusory, and it had obviously been tortured to a certain extent, and even its thoughts were a little fuzzy.

“Of course there is no food in the Eighteen Levels of Hell.”

“Therefore, the souls that fall into this place must constantly endure the troubles of hunger and thirst…”

Fang Xing sighed.

In addition to these eighteen levels of hell, there is also an invisible hell of starving ghosts.

Fortunately, druids will never starve to death wherever they go.

With this thought in mind, he took out a few seeds from his arms and planted them on the ground.

Oddly enough,
the temperature of the ground in this scorching hell is so high that the seeds would be roasted once they land on the ground.

But at this time, the seeds only had their shells turning red, and they actually began to take root and sprout…

Before long, red bamboos as bright as fire began to grow out, rising higher and higher.

This ‘Fire Jade Bamboo’ is a byproduct of Fang Xing’s planting of Qingling Bamboo. It is a mutated spiritual plant and it extremely requires fire spiritual energy.

But in the scorching hell, there is nothing else but enough heat.

This fire bamboo continued to grow and become stronger… and then it actually made a bursting sound.

Snap!
A section of bamboo split open and fell into Fang Xing’s hand.

Fang Xing broke it open and saw that it was full of ruby-like magical rice, which had actually been steamed.

Each grain of Red Jade Rice is as crystal clear as jade, and has a mellow fragrance.

Even Lu Zhong, who was collapsing next to him, subconsciously moved his neck.

“Here you go.”

Fang Xing was not hungry at this time, so he directly threw the bamboo tube filled with bamboo rice in his hand to the ghost.

The ghost stretched out his hand and actually grabbed the bamboo tube, then immediately began to devour it.

“Don’t worry… there’s plenty here.”

Fang Xing smiled and planted another strange vine.

When green gourds grow on the vines, a cool feeling bursts out.

Fang Xing took a green-skinned gourd, opened the gourd mouth, and instantly a stream of sweet water gushed out.

As a legendary druid, as long as he wanted and was given some time, it would be easy for him to plant all the eighteen levels of hell with various plants and turn hell into heaven.

At this time, the starving ghost of the warrior had already eaten more than a dozen pieces of bamboo rice, and his expression seemed to have become a little sober.

“Well, after you eat my food, you have to work for me.”

Fang Xing grabbed the ghost, and the spell of bewitching flashed in his eyes.

After acquiring the teachings of the ten great sects of good and evil and completing his skills in bewitching souls, his soul-searching skills are now better than his predecessors.

Soon, the middle-aged soldier’s life appeared before his eyes.

This veteran soldier is called ‘Wu Yong’, a devout believer of the God of War. For the cause of the God, he was willing to give up everything. He even joined the elite corps of the God of War, escaped death dozens of times, and then retired to return to the countryside, married and had children.

In theory, this should be a very common story, but the wife he married was too beautiful, and not every clergyman in the Church of War was a saint with a pure heart and few desires…

When the incident happened, Wu Yong had already lost his wife and children. He went mad and sharpened the rusty sword he brought back from the battlefield to an extremely sharp point, and took the life of the pastor.

Then, he was labeled as a ‘non-believer’ and not only was he killed, but he also went to hell after his death, waiting for his soul to be scattered…

“He actually still had faith, but the Church of the God of War abandoned him.”

Fang Xing shook his head and threw the ghost away.

Lu Zhong trembled all over, possessed by a ghost, and seemed to feel the ghost’s life: “No…”

Two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes. After all, as a temple warrior, he must uphold justice: “Why is this happening?”

“It’s very simple, because the procedure is wrong. No matter how righteous Wu Yong’s behavior is, he must die!”

Fang Xing sneered: “In the Great Zhou Dynasty, even if you are wronged, you can ask your superiors to make the decision for you, but you cannot make the decision for yourself! This is called rebellion! Of course it must be suppressed!”

“But this is not the key point. The key point is that although this man killed the priest of the God of War, he still believed in the God of War…but the god abandoned him and let him suffer here until his soul was torn apart…”

Fang Xing’s eyes sparkled, as if he had grasped something: “This violates the contract between man and God. Man offers his faith to gain salvation after death, and this should not be violated!”

(End of this chapter)