Journey to the West: After the Great Sage listened to the advice, the three realms were all confused

"My Lord, is this really possible?"

The two ghost officials were so frightened that their faces turned pale and bloodless, and they spoke tremblingly.

The hand holding the chain was shaking violently.

Just now, Sun Wukong effortlessly broke free from the magical weapons they relied on to defeat the enemy in front of them.

At this moment, the magic weapon was handed back to them. Anyone would be nervous and uneasy in such a situation.

The Emperor of Fengdu and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva looked gloomy and nodded slightly.

"Since you are willing to accept punishment, take you away."

"Remember, Sun Wukong, if you dare to cause trouble in the 18 levels of Hell, you won't be able to stay in the underworld anymore!"

The King of Fengdu frowned, fearing that something unexpected would happen again, and quickly added another harsh remark.

Sun Wukong pretended not to hear anything and stood there quietly, allowing the two ghost officials who were already scared out of their wits to take him away.

"What kind of medicine do you think is in Sun Wukong's gourd?"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva turned his head and looked at the King of Fengdu.

The King of Fengdu shook his head helplessly and whispered, "No matter what he thinks, he will regret his choice once he enters the 18th level of hell."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva thought for a moment, felt that this was reasonable, and said nothing more.

The eighteen levels of hell operate according to their own strict laws.

Once you step inside, the flow of time slows down countless times.

And this first level is the hell of tongue-pulling.

As soon as you set foot here, you can hear heart-wrenching screams one after another.

The sounds intertwined and hit people's eardrums.

It makes one's scalp tingle and hair stand on end.

The little ghost who is in charge of this place is short, only half the height of a person.

But he moved very quickly and swiftly, jumping in front of everyone.

With an extremely flattering smile on his face, he respectfully took the chain from the ghost catcher.

"There are new people here. There have been quite a lot of people coming here recently. But don't worry, my lords. Since you two have sent me here, I will do my best."

Sun Wukong listened and muttered to himself.

Wow, this is an “acquaintance”.

His eyes rolled around and he looked at the two ghost officials. The look in his eyes frightened them so much that they trembled all over.

Without saying a word, he waved his hands and turned to run away.

He walked in a hurry, fearing that Sun Wukong would suddenly attack him.

The two little ghosts looked at this scene and couldn't help but look at each other, their eyes full of confusion, and whispered to each other.

"What happened to the two adults?"

"When you usually come here, you're always so majestic and arrogant. Why are you so wilted today, like an eggplant hit by frost?"

But no matter how doubtful the doubt is, the criminal still has to be tried.

The two men looked up at Sun Wukong and saw that he looked ordinary and there was no trace of magical power on him.

So I didn't take him seriously.

He dragged Sun Wukong to the execution stand in a careless manner.

The execution rack was an enormous iron object, covered in rust. It emitted a pungent smell of rust and exuded a chilling chill that penetrated deep into the bones.

The two men pulled the iron chain with great effort, and were exhausted and out of breath, before they finally pulled Sun Wukong onto the iron frame.

Then they hurriedly tied him up with chains.

During this period, Sun Wukong did not move and let them torment him.

I, Old Sun, would like to take a good look at what kind of pain is hidden in this hell of tongue-pulling and how it can torture people.

"Boy, you're pretty calm, but it's okay. Every year there are these ignorant guys who come here. After getting hit a couple of times, they immediately give in and stop being so stubborn."

A little ghost grinned in a particularly ferocious way, with the muscles on his face twisted horribly.

He skillfully pulled out a pair of pliers from the side, and the pliers clanged in his hand, making a harsh sound of metal collision.

Then he stretched it out towards Sun Wukong, and the other little devil did not hesitate either. He quickly stuffed something that fixed the mouth shape into Sun Wukong's mouth with his nimble hands and feet.

Leaving his tongue exposed without any covering.

Then, with quick eyes and hands, he thrust the pliers in with a whoosh and clamped Sun Wukong's tongue accurately.

"Do you know what this place is called? This is the tongue-pulling hell."

"It will stretch your tongue to its longest length little by little, then completely pull it out, and then it will grow back."

"Just wait to feel this pain again and again."

The little ghost lowered his voice and spoke in a very scary way.

If it were someone else, they would have collapsed to the ground in fear.

But Sun Wukong remained as steady as a rock, unmoved. Instead, he looked at the two little ghosts with interest.

The look in his eyes was as if he was looking at two clowns jumping up and down and being extremely funny.

The two little ghosts were extremely upset, and their faces turned pale and red.

"It's not like we haven't seen tough guys before, just wait!"

Thinking of this, the kid holding the pliers immediately clenched his teeth, veins bulged on his forehead, and he increased the strength of his hands.

I thought I could easily pull that seemingly soft tongue.

The imagined ease did not come.

He felt as if the pliers in his hand were welded to a piece of extremely hard steel bar. He used all his strength but was unable to move it even a little bit.

"Pull harder! Haven't you eaten? Why are you so strenuous about such a small thing?"

The kid watching nearby saw this, put on a mocking smile on his face, and kept teasing him.

Hearing this, the kid holding the pliers blushed even more, his eyes widened and bloodshot, and he continued to pull it out with gritted teeth.

But he was so depressed that his face turned purple and the veins on his neck were clearly visible.

Sun Wukong's tongue remained motionless, as if it was rooted in place.

Instead, he himself stumbled because he exerted too much force.

He suddenly flipped over and rolled several times on the ground before he finally stopped. He looked extremely miserable.

Seeing this scene, the little devil who was laughing at the side suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He tried again, then spoke tremblingly, his eyes full of fear as he looked at Sun Wukong.

"You...what kind of monster are you!"

The corners of Sun Wukong's mouth curled up slightly, and as he moved his mouth slightly, the object that had been supporting his mouth turned into a pile of powder. The dust drifted in the air, causing the two men to step back.

Sun Wukong's lips curled slightly as he commented, "As far as I'm concerned, your punishments are meaningless. Eighteen percent of hell is no more than this."

The two little ghosts' eyes were as big as copper bells, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Logically speaking, those who are thrown into the 18th level of hell, even if they have high cultivation levels in their lifetime, even if they are gods from heaven, will have all their cultivation locked away by the mysterious power of hell.

Back then, some important figures in heaven suffered terribly at their hands and were tortured to death.

Why doesn't it work when it comes to Sun Wukong?

"It seems that this place can only seal the cultivation level. What a pity, my physical body is far beyond the ordinary Daluo realm. They can't deal with me with just their strength."

Sun Wukong thought to himself, with a barely perceptible hint of pride in his eyes.

"I see. It must be because of his physical body. His physical body is strong, but his soul is definitely not that strong. Pull out his soul!"

A little kid's eyes suddenly lit up as if he had discovered a new world.

He immediately grabbed the chain and pulled it hard.

Sun Wukong did not resist and let him do what he wanted.

His soul was pulled out and hung on another execution rack.

Seeing this, the two little ghosts finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at him coldly, and said viciously.

"How dare you play tricks on us? Now I'll teach you a lesson about the pain of having your tongue pulled out."