Ao Qing obviously didn't give the Ten Great Demon Saints and their subordinates a chance to hesitate. He took a step forward and walked directly into the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
"Ah, you …" Goddess Houtu was stunned when she saw this scene. She didn't expect Ao Qing to be so bold.
One had to know that the Eighteen Levels of Hell suppressed countless top experts of the Mythical World. These experts endured the torment of the Eighteen Levels of Hell day and night. Each of them was extremely powerful. If it weren't for the Six Paths of Reincarnation, these top experts would have escaped and wreaked havoc in the six realms long ago.
Of course, the Underworld had spent a lot of effort and effort to capture and seal these top experts.
Seeing the dark flames of the Eighteen Levels of Hell engulfing Ao Qing, Goddess Houtu's stunned expression eased a little. She thought to herself, "Ao Qing, you're courting death. It has nothing to do with me."
Even the Three Pure Ones couldn't guarantee that they could survive the terrifying suppression of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, let alone Ao Qing himself.
As soon as Ao Qing entered, the Ten Great Demon Saints and their subordinates were stunned for a moment. Then, they followed him and stepped into the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
Although Ao Qing had gone to the Underworld and Hell several times, this was the first time he had stepped into the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
As expected, as soon as he walked into the Eighteen Levels of Hell, a scorching aura hit him in the face. It was boiling hot as if he had entered a steamer.
In this steamer, Ao Qing could clearly see countless evil spirits and vengeful spirits tied to chains screaming miserably. As soon as he approached, the strong aura of a living person was like a huge nourishment, causing the screaming evil spirits and vengeful spirits to look over in unison. All of them revealed greedy looks as if they wanted to tear Ao Qing into pieces and devour him.
When the ten Sacred Beasts and their subordinates walked in, the evil spirits and vengeful spirits became even more greedy. They bared their fangs and brandished their claws.
Suddenly, another mournful scream was heard. A vengeful soul that had just flown into the eighteenth level of hell had his mouth ripped open by a few little ghosts. One of the little ghosts used a pair of iron pliers to clamp down on the long tongue of the vengeful soul, and then forcibly pulled it out. They didn't pull it out all at once, but slowly pulled it out …
The visual impact of that scene was beyond shocking.
"This is the first level of the Eighteen Layers of Hell, the Hell of Tongue Ripping, right?" Ao Qing grinned.
In Buddhism, the eighteen levels of hell and the Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss corresponded to each other. And within the eighteen levels of hell, each level of hell was twenty times more bitter and torturous than the previous level of hell.
The first few levels of the Eighteen Hells of Hell only had a sentence of ten thousand years. However, towards the end, the seventeen and eighteen levels of Hell had a sentence of 1.3 billion years … thirteen epochs.
It was easy to imagine what kind of characters and monsters were sealed within the eighteen levels of hell.
Just as Ao Qing was sighing, an evil spirit suddenly lunged at Ao Qing. The corner of Ao Qing's mouth curled up slightly. He shifted his gaze slightly, and the evil spirit seemed to feel a great pressure. It directly prostrated itself on the ground, not daring to move at all.
Even the little ghosts that were punishing the new vengeful soul in the distance did not dare to move at all. They looked at Ao Qing in shock.
After a while, the little ghosts knelt before Ao Qing respectfully. They were full of flattery, while the evil spirits were even more fearful.
Ao Qing did not stay in the first level of Hell for long. These little ghosts could not help him and his subordinates improve their strength in all aspects. Soon, Ao Qing arrived at the sixth level of Hell, the Hell of Bronze Pillars.
In this level of Hell, there were already some stronger evil spirits and vengeful souls. Moreover, these vengeful spirits and vengeful souls had suffered a lot, so their fighting strength was even stronger. Ao Qing ordered his subordinates to leave behind a few weaker shrimp soldiers and crab generals. He then led the main force forward.
As for the weaker shrimp soldiers and crab generals, how to deal with the evil spirits and vengeful souls, Ao Qing did not care.
What he wanted was to develop the greatest strength of his subordinates in the midst of life and death.
In the next few levels of Hell, Ao Qing left his subordinates to try and survive in the levels of Hell.
Unknowingly, Ao Qing led the Ten Great Demon Saints and the others to the last few levels of Hell.
It had to be said that even Kamehameha and the Kunpeng Patriarch, who had seen great scenes and experienced storms, were scared speechless when they saw the tragic scenes of the Eighteen Levels of Hell. They only felt their faces turn pale.
The corners of Ao Qing's mouth curled up slightly when she saw their expressions.
The most terrifying thing about the Eighteen Levels of Hell was not how many experts were suppressed here, but the scenes of torture. It made people tremble with fear, afraid of being sent to the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
Just this point alone was something that even a Saint could not bear.
While Ao Qing was thinking, Kamehameha took the initiative to come over, hoping that he could stay in this level of Hell to gain experience.
Soon, Ao Qing assigned a few more people to accompany Kamehameha. After that, he walked to the next Eighteen Levels of Hell.
In the end, Ao Qing no longer had any subordinates by his side, and he himself came to the last level of Hell, the Avici Prison.
At this moment, dense Ghost Qi soared into the sky within the Avici Prison. Countless enormous evil ghosts that were over ten thousand feet in size were firmly bound by numerous golden light chains. They were tied to numerous copper pillars and were unable to move. It was obvious that their skin and flesh had already been torn apart. Even their bones were exposed. They appeared to be in extreme pain.
"Is this the last level of Hell?"
Ao Qing's eyes flickered slightly. If he remembered correctly, the people in this level of Hell had to endure the pain of their skin being torn open, their flesh being torn open, and their bones being torn open. They had to endure it for a total of 13 eras …
While Ao Qing was thinking, a strong Demon Qi suddenly surged up and rushed toward Ao Qing at lightning speed. "I'm the Western Ghost Emperor. Who are you?"
As he spoke, the Western Ghost Emperor raised his hand and a golden light emerged, rushing toward Ao Qing's head. A strong murderous aura instantly enveloped Ao Qing. When he raised his head and moved his feet, there were waves of mournful ghost cries, which made one's scalp tingle.
Unfortunately, although the Western Ghost Emperor had already stepped into the Saint Realm and had extraordinary strength, before Ao Qing, he was merely a small child in the presence of a great one.
Author Digression: I'm sorry, I can only miss one chapter today. I'll make up for it tomorrow.
Recently, I've been sick and had to go to the hospital for an intravenous drip … My body can't take it anymore.
Sorry …