Who is it?
As a rumbling sound rang out.
Another powerful expert had arrived.
"Hell, hahaha, it is truly dilapidated. I never expected that Hell, which was once renowned throughout the world, would fall to such a state!"
"I have come this time to seek a Shore Flower. I wonder if my Fellow Daoists are willing to help me? If you are willing, I will surely remember this kindness!"
From that Fellow Daoist just now, Tou Tuo Shang Ren had already learned the current state of Hell.
There were very few powerful experts.
With his strength, even if he couldn't walk sideways in Hell, escaping would still be easy.
The faces of the people in Hell were grim.
Although Hell had declined, it wasn't a place where just anyone could come and provoke.
"Fight!"
Without further ado, the great battle began instantly!
Lu Ye also felt the fluctuations of the battle. One had just left, and now another had appeared.
Well, this was indeed his fault.
The bad luck on his body would take roughly ten days for him to fully absorb.
For these ten days, whoever encountered him would truly be unlucky.
He hoped Hell could hold on a bit longer!
His figure arrived at the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
Here, he would have to experience all sorts of calamities.
However, Lu Ye didn't feel much; it was just a bit of pain.
The first level of Hell, the Hell of Tongue Removal.
In the past, this Hell was probably overflowing with people, but now there was only one being responsible for carrying out the punishment, who came before Lu Ye.
He looked at Lu Ye.
"It's been a long time since anyone came. Sit, I'll clean up the tools first."
Quite polite.
Lu Ye casually found a spot and sat down.
"My treasure here is called the Tongue-Pulling Pliers. The more glib-tongued and divisive a person is, the wider these Tongue-Pulling Pliers will open, and the fiercer the force."
"Conversely, the less you have committed such verbal transgressions, the smaller these Tongue-Pulling Pliers will open, and the weaker the force."
"Open your mouth!"
Lu Ye smiled and nodded, opening his mouth.
He didn't have any psychological burden. He had indeed told lies, either white lies or lies to enemies. Even if there was punishment, it wouldn't be particularly severe.
The Tongue Removal Enforcer used force, wanting to open the Tongue-Pulling Pliers.
Force!
The Tongue-Pulling Pliers didn't budge.
"Hmm?"
More force!
Didn't budge!
"Hmm? What's going on? Is it broken?" the Tongue Removal Enforcer said in confusion.
Energy could be freely poured into it!
This thing was also one of Hell's treasures. How could it be broken?
The Tongue Removal Enforcer said to the Tongue-Pulling Pliers, "I am number one under the heavens!"
The next second, the Tongue-Pulling Pliers, which couldn't be opened no matter what, opened a crack.
The Tongue Removal Enforcer was stunned for a moment, then looked at Lu Ye with solemn respect.
"Fellow Daoist, your words are golden and your promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold. The Hell of Tongue Removal is not suitable for you to come. You can go to the next level of Hell to have a look."
Someone who could make the Tongue-Pulling Pliers not budge, putting aside everything else, their mouth definitely had no problems.
Dao Traces Great Emperor watched this scene, somewhat silent.
Although the Tongue-Pulling Pliers were partly affected by Lu Ye's power in his previous life, the fact that they didn't open at all was enough to prove that ninety-nine percent of what Lu Ye said could be believed.
"Does this count as passing the Hell of Tongue Removal?"
"Naturally, you have passed. The Hell of Tongue Removal doesn't necessarily require pulling out a tongue. Since you have no issues, there is naturally no need to pull out your tongue."
"Excuse me!"
Lu Ye descended to the second level.
"Tsk, it's not easy for someone to come down, and it turns out to be someone so upright. My hands are really itching!"
As soon as the words fell, with a roar, Tou Tuo Shang Ren had already been beaten into the first level of Hell.
Tongue Removal Enforcer???
"How dare you, to trespass into the Eighteen Levels of Hell! Die for me!"
The Tongue Removal Enforcer, holding the Tongue-Pulling Pliers, charged towards Tou Tuo Shang Ren, and the next second was sent flying back, spitting blood.
The second level of Hell.
The Hell of Scissors. As for this Hell, Lu Ye had never committed such an act either.
In fact, level after level of Hell, Lu Ye basically hadn't committed the corresponding sins. He himself wasn't someone skilled in verbal matters.
Ultimately, Lu Ye's biggest issues were lust and killing. Other issues, Lu Ye rarely touched upon.
He liked women, but only women who didn't have a Dao Companion.
If the other party had a Dao Companion, Lu Ye would absolutely not do anything to snatch someone's Dao Companion.
He lacked love, so naturally, he wouldn't bear to destroy the love others possessed.
But there was one level of Hell he absolutely couldn't escape, and that was the Hell of the Mountain of Knives.
As long as one kills living beings, they will enter the Mountain of Knives.
Lu Ye went through level after level. He simply didn't have that many sins. Of course, as he continuously entered new levels of Hell, Tou Tuo Shang Ren was also continuously getting beaten down.
Lu Ye's figure appeared in the Hell of the Mountain of Knives.
The Apostle of the Mountain of Knives looked at Lu Ye, and couldn't help but reveal surprise in his eyes, because by the time souls reached him, almost none were completely intact.
And Lu Ye?
Not even his clothes were torn.
"Greetings, Fellow Daoist!" The Apostle of the Mountain of Knives cupped his hands towards Lu Ye.
To be able to remain so completely intact in the Eighteen Levels of Hell was worthy of the Apostle of the Mountain of Knives' respect.
"Greetings, Fellow ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) Daoist. How does one pass the Hell of the Mountain of Knives?"
Lu Ye asked curiously.
"The Hell of the Mountain of Knives, as the name suggests, is about climbing the Mountain of Knives. Can you see that mountain peak?"
Lu Ye nodded.
"Please press your palm here. Fellow Daoist is a cultivator, and killing is quite normal. However, for each killing, a blade will grow on the Mountain of Knives. This is the punishment for Fellow Daoist, please understand."
Lu Ye looked at the Jade Stone handed over by the Apostle of the Mountain of Knives, nodded in understanding, and then calmly placed his palm on the Mountain of Knives.
At this moment, blades began to appear on the Mountain of Knives. The blades were ten inches, twenty, fifty, and so on, in length.
The Apostle of the Mountain of Knives looked at the Mountain of Knives. He wasn't sure how many living beings Lu Ye had killed, but it should be alright, because this Fellow Daoist didn't look like a bloodthirsty person.
Soon, the blades began to grow wildly.
Densely packed.
Endless.
In the blink of an eye, the entire Mountain of Knives was already covered in blades.
Still growing.
No!
It could no longer be called growing. A more accurate description would be piling up.
Because the massive mountain peak was quickly covered by blades. What to do when it was covered? Blades could only grow again on top of the blades, continuously piling up.
Apostle of the Mountain of Knives???
Huh???
At this moment, a look of bewilderment even appeared in his eyes.
Still growing.
The entire Mountain of Knives was originally a sheer cliff, but now it had begun to become bloated.
Still growing.
The Jade Stone under Lu Ye's hand suddenly began to show cracks.
Too many.
How many living beings had Lu Ye killed? It was truly too many.
Back then, in just one battle to eliminate the Demon Clan, Lu Ye had nearly wiped out the Demon Clan.
And when he killed the Parasitic Heavenly Demon.
The Darkness Upheaval, the battle of the Time River, and so on...
To be honest, Lu Ye didn't even know how many living beings he had killed.
Perhaps describing it with two words would be more accurate: endless!
Crack, crack, crack...
Cracks continuously appeared in the Jade Stone under Lu Ye's hand.
The entire Mountain of Knives was wailing. The Mountain of Knives was reaching its limit.
The Mountain of Knives was used to punish killers, not to punish a killing god.
The Apostle of the Mountain of Knives' eyes were wide open.
His body was even trembling slightly. He could no longer imagine how much blood the hands of this handsome, seemingly gentle young man in front of him had been stained with.
