"what!"

Lu Chen only felt a sharp pain in his head, and he woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, and saw an old face full of wrinkles. Who was it if he wasn't a hag?

"You, who are you, who are you?"

The hag yelled in surprise, looking at Lu Chen like a ghost.

"Who am I, who am I?"

Lu Chen's face was full of confusion, and he kept asking himself.

"Since you have come out of your previous life, don't you know who you are?" The ghost asked in surprise.

"I..., Brother Li, where's Brother Li?" Lu Chen frowned slightly, suddenly realizing that Li Hu had disappeared, and grabbed the hag and asked.

"Dead, he is dead." The hag replied suspiciously.

"Dead?" Lu Chen stunned suddenly, looking at the hag with murderous intent in his eyes, and slapped her at her.

"Boy, do you dare?" The hag screamed, and a powerful force spread out from her. With a bang, Lu Chen was blown out and fell to the ground.

"You killed Brother Li?"

Lu Chen didn't care about being injured, so he used Kuang Lei, Yuanyang Two Swords, and Weak Water Drops to take out the Green Spirit Fan, and his murderous intent rushed out of him.

"Kid, you can hear clearly, although the fat boy is dead, but his soul is still there, he has become a ghost." said the hag.

"Where is he?" Lu Chen asked.

"He's in the eighteenth floor of hell." Suddenly, a sharp and thin voice came, and two figures, one fat and one thin, appeared before Lu Chen's eyes.

"I have seen Fat Camel King, Skinny Camel King."

The hag saw them and hurriedly saluted them respectfully.

"The strongest immortal?"

Lu Chen was shocked when he saw the fat and thin two, feeling that he was like duckweed in front of them, he would be submerged in the stormy sea at any time.

"I don't know which Lord Tianjun you are?" The Skinny Camel King asked with his hands. He was dry and thin, but his skin was very white, as if he was gelatinous and white.

The Fat Camel King was the opposite of him. He was fat and fat, his face was greasy, and his eyes looked at Lu Chen in doubt.

"Tianjun? I'm not Tianjun." Lu Chen was stunned.

"It seems that he has not found the memory of his previous life." The thin camel said kingly.

"Impossible, he can walk out of the reincarnation of the previous life, then the memory must have been awakened, how can he not know which heavenly monarch he is?" The Fat Camel King disagreed.

"Two seniors, you just said that my friend is in the eighteenth hell. Can I go to see him?" Lu Chen arched his hands.

"As long as you pass through the eighteenth layers of hell, you can see him." The Skinny Camel King said.

"Good." Lu Chen gritted his teeth.

"Please." The Lean Camel King and the Fat Camel King looked at each other and moved away together. A dark portal appeared in front of Lu Chen, with screams, screams, and howls.

"This is the eighteenth hell?"

Lu Chen only felt his hair terrifying, but in order to be able to see Li Hu, he still had no hesitation in entering the portal, which was the eighteenth hell.

"Fat Camel King, can he pass?" The Skinny Camel King asked.

"If he is really the soul reincarnation of a certain Lord Tianjun, then he will definitely be able to pass." Fat Camel King said.

"I hope he can pass." The Skinny Camel King sighed.

"As long as he can pass through eighteen layers of hell, he can see the Bodhisattva of the Treasure Land, then he may be able to restore all his memories." said the Fat Camel King.

"Yes, a heavenly monarch, is too important to my clan." The Skinny Camel King nodded and said.

"The arrival of the extraterritorial demon is near, we have to prepare early." The Fat Camel King sighed.

"What is this place?"

In a **** space, Ye Qiu stood silently.

In front of his eyes, there stood iron pillars, and the iron pillars were dripping with blood, helping ghosts.

The ghosts pried open their mouths abruptly, and pulled out their tongues with blood-stained clamps.

Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!

A scream came into Lu Chen's ears, making him feel numb on his scalp.

"Boy, what are you doing in a daze? It's your turn, so let's go."

At this moment, an angry scold suddenly came from behind him, and a ghost soldier pushed him forward violently.

"court death!"

Lu Chen was furious, with a thought, he wanted to take out the Two Kuang Lei Swords, who knew that the two Kuang Lei Swords lost contact and could not be summoned.

"Good boy, in the **** of tongue-out, you dare to be so arrogant."

The ghost roared sharply, waved the whip in his hand, and slapped Lu Chen with blood.

"What's going on, why can't I even use Xianli?" Lu Chen stumbled to the ground with a bitter expression.

"Boy, get me up."

With a brutal nature, the ghost picked up Lu Chen, tied it to a **** iron pillar, picked up an iron clamp, and walked towards him.

"You dare!"

Lu Chen was frightened and angry.

"Open your mouth to Lao Tzu."

The ghost chuckled, using an iron clamp to pry open Lu Chen's mouth abruptly, clamp his tongue, and pull it out, trying to pull his tongue out.

"what!"

Lu Chen cried out in pain, and saw that his tongue was pulled out abruptly by the ghosts, blood dripping from his mouth, constantly flowing out.

"Hahaha, boy, in the **** of tongue-out, no matter who you are, be honest with Laozi, otherwise you won't have good fruit." The ghost soldier smiled unscrupulously.

"Damn it." Lu Chen scolded, but he was taken aback, didn't his tongue be stripped off? How can you still talk? Lu Chen opened his mouth and found that his tongue had grown again.

How is this going?

"Hahaha, kid, your tongue is growing out very quickly."

Gui Zu sneered coldly, then pried Lu Chen's mouth open with the iron clamp, pinched his tongue and pulled out.

"what!"

Lu Chen hadn't even reacted yet, and his tongue was pulled out again.

But after a while, the tongue grew again, and the ghost soldier continued to pry open his mouth and pull out the newly grown tongue.

Every time his tongue was pulled out, Lu Chen felt a pain in his heart, his hair on his body stood up, and he wanted to kill himself immediately.

But his consciousness has been kept awake, which makes him extremely puzzled, unable to use the power of immortality, just like a mortal, why did he not faint in the face of such a huge pain?

"Tongue-out hell, is this the tongue-out hell? What should I do, I can't use the power of immortality, how can I break through?"

Lu Chen watched as he was stripped of his tongue again and again, but he was helpless.

Intuition told him that if he couldn't make it through, he might be tied to the iron pillar here, and his tongue would be pulled out for a lifetime.

"The King Fat and Thin Tuo said that if I pass through eighteen layers of hell, I will be able to see Li Hu. In other words, these eighteen layers of **** is a test, but I have not found a way to pass."

Lu Chen calmed down and watched with expressionlessly as the ghost soldier took off his tongue, thinking to himself, seeking a way to save him.

He looked around, watching a famous ghost had his tongue stripped off, countless thoughts flashed in his mind, he firmly believed that he would find a way to pass.

"Boom!"

At this moment, Lu Chen suddenly felt his body loose and fell from the iron pillar.

"Hey, your kid is not affected by pulling your tongue. Okay, very good. Now let's go to the **** of scissors."

The ghost soldier gave a sigh, gave Lu Chen a surprised look, grabbed his collar, and walked towards the bottom of the tongue-out hell.

"Passed, I actually passed?"

Lu Chen was stunned, he didn't even care that he was being carried by the ghost soldiers. He was full of doubts, how did he get through the tongue hell?

With so many years of experience in his cultivation, he is still full of doubts about this.

"What exactly is going on?"

Lu Chen shook his head vigorously, thinking hard about the scene just now, the moment he passed through the tongue hell.

"By the way, the last time I was stripped of my tongue, I didn't seem to feel any pain."

Suddenly, Lu Chen's eyes lit up and he was too excited to be himself. He was sure that he passed the tongue-out **** because he didn't feel any pain.

But Lu Chen was still a little puzzled, and he didn't feel pain, so would he pass it?

"Get down!"

Just as he was thinking about it, the ghost soldier pressed Lu Chen against the stone slab. The slate was dripping with blood, exuding bursts of blood, making Lu Chen almost vomiting.

But he didn't care about these, because the ghost soldier had an extra pair of scissors in his hand, hehe stared at his own hands and cut them fiercely.

"Crack!"

Ten fingers cut off at the sound.

"what!"

Lu Chen screamed sorrowfully, his face turned pale, his hands trembled, dripping with blood, but none of his fingers were gone.

"Hahaha, your kid passed through the tongue-out hell. Something beyond my expectation, how about it, do you have a way to pass through the scissors hell?"

Hearing his screams, Gui Zuo laughed happily, staring at Lu Chen with scarlet eyes, full of expectation.

"Come again."

After Gui Zuo said this, he saw Lu Chen's clipped fingers re-grown, and he immediately picked up the scissors and cut them again.

"Hold it, I must hold it back."

Lu Chen's lips trembled, and seeing the scissors cut his ten fingers, he felt a piercing pain and wanted to faint.

It is a pity that his consciousness is so clear that it is impossible for him to faint. He can only watch the clipped fingers grow out and be cut off by the ghost soldier again.

"what!"

Lu Chen cried out in pain, with cold sweat on his forehead, and his body trembling. This kind of pain was something he had never felt before. It was more painful than just taking off his tongue.

"Damn, I forgot the pain just now. I was able to pass through the tongue-out hell. Why can't I pass through the scissors hell? No, something must be wrong?"

Lu Chen was anxious, and carefully recalled the scene of passing through the tongue-out hell. He didn't feel the pain, so he went through the tongue-out hell.

But why can't you feel the pain? This is the key to getting through the tongue hell.

Intuition told Lu Chen that if he could understand this, he would not only be able to survive through the **** of scissors, but also the next sixteen hells.

Looking at the ghost of the Scissor Hell, ten fingers were forcibly subtracted by the ghost soldier, and he kept begging, and Lu Chen frowned.

"Yes, whether it is the tongue-out **** or the scissors hell, it is all torture to the flesh, so I just forgot the pain of the flesh, so I was able to get through it."

Suddenly, a kind of enlightenment arose in Lu Chen's heart, tongue-out hell, scissors hell, which seemed to be a torture to the flesh, but it was actually a test.

Therefore, King Fat and Thin Tuo said that only through eighteen layers of **** can he see Li Hu.

"Forget the pain of the physical body, or that all this is just appearance, nothing exists."

Lu Chen gradually relaxed, emptied his mind, and calmly watched his fingers be cut off, without a trace of fear, as if it was not his own fingers that were cut off, but someone else's.