This 'Real Hell Live' stopped after two hours.

The main reasons are that the content is too monotonous, and the situation in the eighteen levels of hell is too tragic, which is contrary to the image of a humble gentleman in Great China.

The other is... the cost of ultra-long distance cross-small plane communication is too high.

It is estimated that Ziwei Emperor, who opened a small underworld in ancient times, did not expect that today's people could have such a way to shoot the pictures in the eighteen levels of hell and broadcast them to ordinary people to watch...

The iron tree hell, the scissors hell, and the iceberg hell, if it weren't for the strong heart of Taoism, those pictures would easily leave psychological shadows.

The entire trial lasted for more than ten hours. The people from the Diyin Sect who were temporarily a ghost messenger stared at their dry hair and grinned until their facial muscles twitched.

The judge was dazed at the judge's assistant throughout the whole process, and the judge's assistant's mouth was also quite worn. The problem was that there was no cup of tea to drink for more than ten hours, which made Master Wang a little dissatisfied.

During the first half of the journey, the monks outside the hall were still watching with relish;

In the second half, except for the several combat readiness instructors who were responsible for shooting and recording videos as storage materials, other monks had already begun to take the opportunity to visit the ten halls of Yama in the sky, and truly felt the proof that the existence of the Heavenly Court was in the past.

At the beginning, Wang Sheng still maintained a certain enthusiasm and was a little numb afterwards.

During this process of ghost review, there were three people who left a deep impression on Wang Sheng... To be precise, they should be the three ghosts.

The first one is naturally Galina.

This wisp of her soul was used by Xilian who stayed behind to ask about the location of the blood clan treasure house. After emptied all the blood clan family, Xilian also transferred Jialina's soul to the Taoist priest who was responsible for this matter.

When Galina was taken up, she was still just a blood-red bat; Wang Sheng could clearly feel that the power of rules in the hall here gathered towards the little bat.

But in the blink of an eye, the unparalleled vampire queen appeared again, her eyes full of anger, staring at Wang Sheng above the master.

Master Wang sneered, his eyes showing a little coldness, but then he thought that at this time, Jialina was just a wisp of remnant soul, and there was no need to worry about it.

"The offender, Ghost Garina, the leader of the alien blood clan, is responsible for robbing the people of the Great China Kingdom, killing countless creatures, and the crime is extremely evil, and the crime is unforgivable..."

"Wang Sheng, you can kill me directly!"

Galina said coldly and slowly stood up. The long skirt on her body looked like real clothes.

Two ghost messengers on the side shouted two loud shouts and walked forward together, and two pitch-black sticks hit Galina's legs.

At this time, although Galina still carried her pride as the ancient prince of the blood clan, she was almost the same as an ordinary ghost. When she hit her two sticks, she could only groan and kneel on the ground again.

Wang Sheng said calmly: "After killing you, you will have to wait for you to be punished, below are the eighteen levels of hell, and when you enter, you will be in a situation where life is worse than death.

To be honest, death may be a relief for you.”

Galina shouted loudly in Chinese: "This is your respect for the strong!? You and I were once opponents. Even if I am defeated now, I should be respected by death!"

With a sneer, the senior sister who had been sitting there silently laughed.

Wang Sheng placed the Wuling Sword on the desk, carried his hands behind his back, and took the opportunity to move the joints that had been standing for a long time, "In your eyes, the so-called strong man is like you and me?"

You are also a person who has survived from ancient times and should have felt the breath of a truly strong man. I am just a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm, but you can't even beat me, and you have the nerve to say that you are a strong man.

To take a step back, you and I are not opponents, but enemies; I will never be stingy with my own means when dealing with the enemy.

Now the blood clan still has remnants lurking on this blue planet. As a warning to them, you must be sentenced to thirty years here, rotating a layer of hell every year. At the beginning, you will be punished from the blood pool hell.

Thirty years later, you will be disheartened."

After Wang Sheng's words fell, Mu Wanxuan had already picked up the strokes on the side, and Jialina's face was extremely dark. She was dragged out of the hall by two ghost messengers and threw it into the eighteen layers of hell below.

"Oh," Wang Sheng also sighed in his heart, and then he understood a little.

The reason why the legend of the eighteen levels of hell is passed down in the world is to warn people to do less evil and do more good.

The second one that impressed Wang Sheng was a "Western witch" who could control ghosts. She actually tried to secretly control the ghost man next to her, but as soon as she made a move, a pair of blood-colored scissors fell down directly above the hall, cutting the man's soul into pieces.

The third one is quite funny. After being taken up, he kept shouting: "Let Satan come to judge me! I will only accept the judgment of Satan or Hades!"

Except for these three, most souls have no sense of resistance. When they are taken to the Hall of Yama, they have been suppressed by the Hall of Yama...

Half a day later, more than a thousand souls entered the eighteen levels of hell, and this matter came to an end.

When he was about to leave the small underworld, Wang Sheng said he would go to say goodbye to immortal Mengpo;

However, Wang Sheng stepped on the Feixia Sword to the Hall of Reincarnation in the game, but only saw the empty hall and did not see the trace of the Immortal Meng Po.

"Senior sister..."

Master Wang stood in front of the Hall of Reincarnation with his spiritless sword on his back and stood for a while.

He was actually quite worried about Shen Qianlin's condition; although Yaoyun explained that Senior Sister Shen Qianlin would slowly control the inherited immortal power, there would always be many hidden dangers.

Perhaps the senior sister's personality will change a lot compared to the original one, and perhaps it will really turn into the "spirit" of the small underworld...

But Wang Sheng couldn't help the senior sister in this matter.

The situation in the underworld on that day was very critical. The senior sister sacrificed herself to awaken "Meng Po", moved into the underworld, and stabilized the underworld again.

This is the senior sister’s own choice, which is admirable and a little distressing.

What she always thought was to find an ordinary person to start a family and live her life simply and happily; but in the end, she was not even a practitioner, but turned into the body of an immortal, and was banned from her own emotions and six desires.

Sighing.

Wang Sheng could only hope that his senior sister could find herself as soon as possible and could drive this immortal power as soon as possible.

There are two major obstacles to becoming an immortal, and rebirth and passing through the tribulation. If you can help your senior sister after becoming an immortal, you can do something to help your senior sister more.

Wang Sheng was indeed a little sure of becoming an immortal, and the next step was to realize the truth and practice it in one go.

"Free Yu! Master Shen invited our master and disciple to go to Diyin Sect to have a banquet. Do you have something to do? If you have nothing to do, go to Diyin Sect to be a guest together!"

The master's shouts came from afar behind him. When Wang Sheng turned around, he saw his master and senior sister, and couldn't help but smile.

"good!"

After agreeing, Wang Sheng turned his head and bowed deeply to the Hall of Reincarnation, then turned around and returned to his senior sister by stepping on the Feixia Sword.

Naturally, they reached out and held each other's left and right hands; Qing Yanzi smiled but didn't say anything, and felt very comforted.

Chen Sui'an and the dozens of ghost messengers were waiting not far ahead; the "representatives" of the Taoist traditions who came here to watch the ceremony today were also invited. This was a large-scale Taoist gathering.

The master and apprentice flew forward together, and Wang Sheng scratched his fingers in the palm of his senior sister. The latter blinked at Wang Sheng, a little confused.

"It's okay," Wang Sheng chuckled.

I just wanted to laugh, but I don’t know what kind of mantra I had hit.

This group of people had just flew more than a hundred kilometers in the small underworld, and appeared in the air on their own and led them to the Pingdu Mountains.

At this time, the figure sitting in the Reincarnation Hall appeared again, as if he had never left.

A little helplessness, a little peace, and a little relief in her eyes, but these emotions could not stay for a few seconds, and a mysterious Taoist rhyme appeared on her body, and she returned to her usual indifference.

The sigh that Wang Sheng left behind was still vaguely flowing in the hall and never dispersed for a long time.

...

When I returned home from Pingdu Mountain, it was noon on the third day.

There was no way, the master and Shen Sui'an had a big drink, so Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan naturally had to stay and take care of him. Until the master woke up in a daze, the two of them returned to the villa by the lake to practice together.

The master still had to go around, and he seemed to be working hard that he could not stop.

On the way back, Wang Sheng said, "Senior Sister, let's fly slowly, let's take a walk and take a look."

Mu Wanxuan naturally agreed softly, put away her Bingli Sword, and stepped on the Feixia Sword with her junior brother.

Swim in the clear springs of the mountain streams and find the ancient fairy forests.

Along the way, the two didn't say much, and most of the time they talked without any practical significance. They sighed with the lake and the mountains, but they felt very comfortable with each other.

If you talk too much, it will appear noisy, and if you talk too little, it will not appear rusty.

Master Wang was also consciously making himself closer to his senior sister in physical movements. From holding hands to simply embracing each other, the tacit understanding between the two was already quite good.

Of course, Wang Sheng hasn't tried the part that is not suitable for children.

It’s not that they don’t have the courage. Now they are only a few kowtows away from a legal couple and get a certificate. It’s purely Wang Sheng’s thinking about the problem from a different perspective.

What he is thinking now is what his senior sister wants, not what he wants.

Before returning to the villa, the two stopped in a bamboo forest by the lake, and walked home while walking.

Wang Sheng suddenly asked: "Senior sister, when will you be able to break through the Nascent Soul?"

"Well..." The smile that Mu Wanxuan's mouth had disappeared suddenly, with a little sadness on her pretty face, and then she sighed softly, "I don't know."

"Have you encountered a bottleneck?"

"Um."

Mu Wanxuan nodded slightly, then gently broke away from Wang Sheng's big hand, took out her cell phone and typed two lines.

‘I have been forcibly experiencing it some time ago. It was fine at first, but it was very slow to enter the country later.

The way of balance of yin and yang should be constantly conscious. I don’t know if I lack understanding, and the growth rate of my cultivation level is far less than that of you.’

Wang Sheng laughed awkwardly, "I have been running in the little underworld for thirteen years, otherwise my cultivation level will definitely be far inferior to your senior sister."

In this way, after going back, let’s talk about it and see if we can give you some inspiration.”

"how?"

"Just tell each other about your understanding of Tao. You also have the foundation of Pure Yang Immortal Art. I also have the Liangyi Sword Intent, which may be helpful."

As soon as Wang Sheng's words fell, Mu Wanxuan's eyes immediately glowed and pulled her junior brother to run towards the villa.

Obviously, the person the senior sister cares most now is naturally the junior brother; and the thing she cares most is that her cultivation is pulled down by her junior brother far away, and she is still trapped in the bottleneck of cultivation.

The junior brother naturally wants it;
Chapter completed!