I, the poor monk Tang San, buried the sky, buried the earth, buried all living beings

"Unless I'm really screwed, I really don't want to come to this place!"

Looking at the ghosts in the eighteenth level of hell being tragically chopped into pieces by knives and saws that were so blunt that they could not be blunter, and then growing back together, repeating back and forth hundreds or thousands of times, Nezha could not help but shudder and complain.

"Holy monk, we have searched the entire Eighteen Levels of Hell, but there is no entrance or formation!" Yang Jian jumped down from a hillside and said to Tang Ku.

"That's strange. Since the Great Immortal Zhenyuan said that this endless purgatory exists, then it must exist. But how do we get down there?"

Tang Ku frowned slightly.

"The ghosts here are all people who have committed serious crimes. They were completely unconscious before entering the cycle of reincarnation. It's useless to ask them. Besides, there isn't even a ghost messenger in the entire underworld right now. There's no one to ask even if we want to!"

Nezha got goose bumps when he saw the miserable scene in front of him, "Let's go back to Fengdu City first and discuss it first!"

"What kind of person do you think would be able to be tortured in a place called Infernal Purgatory?"

Tang Ku suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at the two of them.

"The Great Immortal Zhenyuan said that it was a great demon or immortal who had committed a serious crime!"

Yang Jian frowned slightly, "If what's said on the 19th floor below is true, then the sins committed by these immortals must be quite serious."

"My Buddha once said, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

Tang Ku looked up at the sky. Where the ground should have been, a layer of smoke covered it, like a gray and gloomy sky. He said slowly, "What do you think of letting me experience the punishment of the eighteen levels of hell?"

"No!"

Yang Jian was shocked. "I know what you mean. The punishment in the Eighteen Hells is for the soul. If the soul of the holy monk is damaged, it will be more harm than good!"

"Haha, even the Buddha sacrificed his own body to feed tigers and cut his flesh to feed eagles. What's the point of a mere skin and soul?" Tang said with a wry smile, "Don't worry, even if I fail, I still have a way to escape!"

Nezha was confused: "What are you two talking about?"

"The holy monk hopes to personally experience the eighteen levels of the eighteen levels of hell. Perhaps he can find the key clues to the nineteenth level, or even directly open the door to the nineteenth level!" Yang Jian said.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Nezha exclaimed in shock, "This is no joke, it's very dangerous! Besides, even if you break through, you may not be able to open the entrance!"

"I have the power of Buddha to protect me, and my soul is hard to be harmed. These punishments won't hurt me much, so don't worry!" Tang Ku said, "Besides, we don't have any other options now, do we?"

"That's not right. Where did you get this conclusion that you experienced hell firsthand?" Nezha said, "Isn't that ridiculous?"

"As I said before, immortals and gods who commit serious crimes will go to hell and suffer. I don't think they will just let them go!"

Tang laughed bitterly and said, "Perhaps because of the mistakes they made, they must go through all eighteen levels of hell before entering the endless purgatory!"

"You are just guessing, you can't be sure!"

Nezha turned to look at Yang Jian and said, "Brother Erlang, why don't you try to persuade him?"

Yang Jian said helplessly, "Monks don't tell lies. You should know the temper of a holy monk. Even if he didn't have any magical powers when he was seeking the scriptures, he would still go all the way to the end. He would never back down because of a few words!"

"Zhao, the True Lord is the one who understands me... Well, you guys wait in this hell of knives and saws, I'll be back soon!"

Tang smiled bitterly and said, "Don't worry, I've gone through eighty-one trials and tribulations before. I've endured all kinds of suffering. This is nothing!"

"Believe me, Holy Monk. Compared to this thing, all the suffering you've endured before was just like traveling!"

Nezha curled his lips.

Tang smiled bitterly, put his hands together and bowed, took off his cassock and monk's robe, and flew to the first level of hell at the top with his upper body naked.

"Oh, Tongue-Pulling Hell, it's reserved for those who tell lies, make false claims, and sow discord... Haha, interesting! I'd like to see if these pliers can pull my tongue out!"

Right in front of them, a pair of red-hot iron pliers stood in the air. Countless ghosts around them had their tongues pulled out by these pliers, over and over again. It seemed that the pain was endless, and the ghosts wanted to cry but had no tears, with twisted pain written all over their faces.

Tang Ku took a deep breath, walked directly to an empty space, and faced an empty pair of pliers. He smiled and said, "Come on, try to see if you can pull out my tongue!"

The reason why Tang Ku accepted these punishments so confidently was not only because he knew he would not be hurt, but also because he wanted to earn Iron Fist points.

In hell, these punishments were supposed to be carried out by ghost messengers, but it was obvious that there was no ghost messenger in hell now, and all of them were running automatically due to some mechanism. Tang Ku had reason to believe that these punishments were actually formed by magic spells set by the enemy, and according to the system's conclusion that even if he was beaten, he would still get the iron fist points, so he took the initiative to bear this punishment, which could actually be regarded as bearing an attack.

The Iron Fist Point would definitely increase, just like the pliers trying desperately to pull out Tang Ku's tongue. Although it couldn't even break his protective Buddha light, the Iron Fist Point continued to increase.

Looking at the series of 0.1 numbers that popped up, Tang Ku couldn't help but curl his lips: "This rate is too slow..."

After a few seconds, Tang Ku simply moved his tongue, shattering the fiery iron clamp, and then jumped to the next level of hell.

It is not convenient to describe in detail what the Eighteen Levels of Hell are like, because the punishments there are too bloody and horrifying. Of course, for those who have committed serious crimes, such punishment does not seem to be enough, because all the ghosts who come here have to experience the punishments corresponding to the crimes they committed in the world. According to the severity of their sins, some ghosts have the same experience more than once. The pain is really indescribable, especially the most famous knife mountains, oil pots, volcanoes, knives and saws, etc., which are really as the name suggests, and are familiar to everyone!

Nezha and Yang Jian sat at the exit of the hell of knives and saws, waiting anxiously. Although they knew that Tang Ku might have his own plans, they still couldn't help feeling a little worried. After all, the only person who had experienced hell before was Mulian when he saved his mother. That kind of pain was really not something that ordinary people could endure.

Today, monks dare to go through it, and they cannot help but admire their courage.

However, this anxiety was real, because they didn't know whether the monk could still remain sane after going through all this, and in this hell, it was impossible to tell the time.

Finally, a bald figure jumped down from mid-air. It was Tang Ku who had just passed through the stone mill hell.

In the seventeenth level, he experienced almost all the punishments, but the experience made him somewhat disappointed.

In the Seventeen Layers of Hell, he only obtained a total of 6 Iron Fist Points. Adding the points he had accumulated from fighting with the immortal soldiers before, he now has 27 Iron Fist Points to use.

"Well, let's see if this last hell can bring me some surprises!"

Under the respectful gazes of Nezha and the other man, Tang Ku resolutely rushed into the hell of knives and saws.