Six bottles.

Seven bottles.

Eight bottles.

Yang Hai gradually felt a little too late - no, he still could not stay, but in this way, Tidria was about to stop. Using memories to open the door to escape is a way to not be able to. If Tidria was a believer of the Creator God, he would definitely have another way to open a door, but the Creator God had no believers and he had no news, so this fantasy could be let go.

When I reached 13 bottles, Tidria's tone was already obviously difficult.

"Can you... be quicker?"

What can Yang Hai do? Thirteen bottles are enough to make his judgment difficult, because under the premise of strict logical reasoning, what he has to consider is not thirteen things, but thirteen squares.

"I try my best."

Yang Hai can only respond to Tidria in this way.

Yang Hai knew that it was difficult for Tidria to persist. One of the difficulties of using memories to open the door is that not only do they have to commit the original sin, but they must not indulge in it. I don’t know what kind of memories Tidria used to open the door of lust, but obviously, this old guy who has been using planes to maintain physiological balance for the most for a thousand years is about to fail.

He won't be crazy about making fun of my chrysanthemums, right? Yang Hai thought a little evilly, but he quickly threw these messy thoughts behind his mind, because now is not the time to be distracted.

When judging the sixteen bottles, Tidria's voice was already trembling with violent tremors:

"Bastard, move more quickly!"

"Go to die!"

Yang Hai was making logical judgments without distractions, but was almost interrupted by Tidria.

When judging the seventeenth bottle, Tidria's voice began to be intermittent, sometimes high and sometimes low:

"I...quick...quick...oh...no..."

Listening to this lewd moan, Yang Hai knew that the old guy was not thinking of anything good. But he had to do it in order to ensure that the door of lust remains open.

Yang Hai also felt that he had been doing the test for too long. He made a judgment as fast as possible, drank the potion, and prepared to attack the 18th level.

Eighteen is a very symbolic number. In ancient times, people used it to describe a river that had been bent so much that it could no longer bend, so it was called "Nine Curves and Eighteen Bends". There is also Shaolin Temple, where monks who returned to secular life had to pass the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation, which is the ultimate ultimate skill of Shaolin Temple. Eighteen is an extreme number, which is usually used to represent the most difficult, most tortuous and most levels.

Yang Hai guessed that this task would be over if it was done here.

But Tidria couldn't hold on anymore.

The square of eighteen is more than one square of seventeen than the square of seventeen. Now, even if you repeat the question 17, Tidria will probably collapse immediately, so there is no need to say that you will continue to calculate.

Question 18...

Yang Hai frowned.

This should not be the case. The purpose of a game being born is definitely not to question players. A boss is placed there and ultimately to let people DOWN. A difficult problem must have a solution to the best of their ability. More than ten years of hard work on improving technology have given Yang Hai such confidence. There must be other mysteries here.

Yang Hai walked through the fire wall and arrived at the 18th level.

There is also a fire wall and a low table, but this time there are no eighteen bottles on the table.

Unexpectedly, reasonable.

Yang Hai also felt that the system could not continue to make things difficult for him, so he would definitely change the questions. But this time, the incarnation of lust also appeared.

Yang Hai was a little shocked.

"Don't look at me with that look, I know what you are thinking now." Lust said bluntly: "Seventeen levels, your performance is beyond my expectations, and I decided to give you a surprise."

Yang Hai said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense! Hurry!"

"Ha! Is he almost unable to hold on?" Lust turned into a squinted eye. He walked around the back of the table and took out a knife and a golden apple.

"Reckless intruder, now is the time for you to face your own destiny." Incarnation of lust and thinking about JJYY, Yang Hai shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

The lustful incarnation was interrupted and his face was gloomy: "This is a golden apple, a magical plant. Young people, now, use a knife to cut the apple into two slices. After cutting, an apple will freeze your soul and successfully overcome the blockade of the fire of the underworld; the other half of the apples are still ordinary apples. When you choose one of them, the other will disappear. You only have one chance."

Yang Hai frowned.

"Tidria! Do you know this kind of apple?"

Yang Hai didn't know Golden Apple anyway? He didn't know that there was such a thing in the world.

"know……"

Tidria said intermittently.

"What's the origin?" Yang Hai asked hurriedly.

Tidria's voice became weaker and weaker, and Yang Hai took a lot of effort to understand. This is an ordinary apple, but the skin is just golden. Of course, if Tidria didn't recognize it, this thing would not appear in his soul world. But if the golden apple is special only because of the color of the skin...

Yang Hai suddenly figured it out.

After cutting, half of the apples will help me pass the test, while the other half will not.

If the golden apple is just an ordinary apple, there is no reason to take a single knife, and half of it will have magical effects. In such a game, as the incarnation of lust for the questioner, you must not lie, otherwise the player can stay wherever he is cool.

The problem lies in that knife.

One side of the knife may have such an effect if the soul icing drink is applied.

The lust was awaiting Yang Hai's choice. Yang Hai knew that Tidria could not hold on anymore, so he decisively cut the apple with one knife and two pieces, then picked up the knife and rubbed both sides of it on half of the apple a few times.

Lust turned into a look of shock, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

Yang Hai didn't want to say much to him, so he chewed the half of the apple in a few mouthfuls, and then rushed out of the fire wall.

This time, there were no more flames behind them to stop them from moving forward.

He bumped into the door of lust.

The deepest part of the soul was Tidria's breath of relief.

There are two original sins and two original sins, and this task is freed. To be honest, he already feels very tired after completing the task here.

Yang Hai was ready to continue to pass the barrier, but he didn't expect Tidria to suddenly shout: "Be ready to escape from prison, I'm going to start rushing outside the bell tower //"

Yang Hai was stunned for a moment.

"Then are there two levels?" Yang Hai asked foolishly.

"There are two more levels of Mao!" Tidria said angrily. "With the remaining two soul guards, they have a great chance of winning, or are they just leaving?"

When Yang Hai heard Tidria shouting out a word, he couldn't help laughing. This old guy learned how to learn dialect very quickly.

but……

"Since that's the case, why didn't you run away at the beginning?" Yang Hai said in wonder.

"Hammer, you're so stupid?" Tidria was so angry that she shouted incoherently: "I've watched day and night, seven guards, I want to run away, I'm looking for death, that's not."

Yang Hai Khan, Tidria should not be confused by himself anymore. Judging from these words, Tidria's original intention should be that the seven guards are watching him day and night, and even if they want to run away, they can't run away.

Besides, he had to wait in the bell tower to ensure that his soul could be immortal.

Yang Hai thought about it again and said that it made sense. As a disciple of Ditu Master, Tidria was proficient in the way of acting in the soul and was trapped in the bell tower. Although it was difficult to resist the seven guards, it was impossible to escape from the bell tower after the interception of the two guards.

Now only the incarnation of pride and greed are left, and the other five incarnations have been suppressed by Yang Hai and Tidria.

"Or it's better to be safer. Let's defeat the remaining two incarnations and then go out?" Yang Hai asked.

"No." Tidria stabilized his emotions: "I can't defeat them all, there are only seven guards in total, they are the seven fulcrums of the Bell Tower of the Ghost Prison. At least one must be left, otherwise the Bell Tower of the Ghost Prison would be destroyed. My soul will also collapse because of the loss of the prison that suppresses the original sin."

The consequences are so serious that Yang Hai has nothing to say.

"Actually, I can also pass another level." Tidria's eyes fell on the big bell outside, and the strange dial, the pointer stopped on greed. "But I have committed too much sin of greed, so..."

"I can do it, I will definitely defeat the incarnation of greed." Yang Hai said slowly in confidence.

"Your wisdom amazes me, child." Tidria's face showed a faint helplessness: "I believe you can defeat him, but I'm afraid I can't hold on. We must break through this last level."

Yang Hai remembered the exhausted feeling in Tidria's voice just now, and nodded in understanding and smiled: "You are the commander-in-chief, I'll listen to you."

Tidria smiled a little tiredly and pressed one hand on the wall of the tower.

"We are in the illusion now." Although Tidria did not have the strength to recall original sin, her mental state had not yet collapsed. She told Yang Hai about the various things in the soul world: "Look out the window."

Outside the window of the bell tower was still the same as when he came in, with a hint of stiff beauty and cold gorgeousness.

"Actually, we suppressed the five soul guards, and it is absolutely impossible to be as calm as you see." Tidria pressed his finger on the wall and exuded a tone light. The wall gradually melted like a candle encountered a fire. At first, it was just the edge of his palm, and then melted like a wave of water spreading. After a while, the entire wall was melted into a silver light curtain.

"Come on." Tidria said briefly, walking into the light curtain. The souls of the two people were linked together, and the next moment, Yang Hai was pulled in together.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene that appeared in front of him.

The Bell Tower of the Youjue has fallen into a sea of ​​fire, with sparks and thick smoke everywhere, the white stone slabs are covered with black smoke and dust, the beautiful towers have become ashes that emit residual heat, some buildings are still vaguely identifiable in appearance, and some buildings have become ruins.

Only the big bell on the central tower stands there gorgeously, as if it was a symbol and an elephant emblem.

"As long as there are soul guards awake, the bell tower will never be destroyed." Tidria ran all the way, and Yang Hai followed passively. "The other guards will gradually wake up, and they will not be suppressed by us for too long. We must escape here when only two guards have the power to block."

"Do you know the way?"

"I was imprisoned for ten thousand years, and I have left the room that imprisoned me countless times." Tidria's voice was a little proud: "They can only catch me again and again. This is a prison without death penalty. Every time I leave the room that imprisoned me, I am familiar with the terrain here. I am familiar with every road here, and I can even draw a map here with my eyes closed. I have been preparing to leave here, realize that great plan, and save my people a day-and this day really comes. Thank you, exile."

Yang Hai was about to say a few polite words when two cold voices rang out in front of him.

"Leave here? Idiotic!"

"Tidria, it's a shame. Although you are familiar with the road here, no one is more familiar with us. So although you run very fast, you are still stopped by us."
To be continued...