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

The kid picked up the new pliers and a fierce look appeared on his face.

The little ghost on the side took a deep breath and stretched out his hand towards Sun Wukong's mouth.

There was a sound of "Hey".

The iron clamp clamped Sun Wukong's tongue with incredible precision.

However, the next second, he seemed to be under a spell and froze in place, his face full of astonishment and fear.

He murmured, "How is this possible?"

The little kid next to him also opened his eyes wide, and his eyeballs were almost popping out.

Now the same situation is happening again.

Sun Wukong's spirit is as solid as a rock, just like his body made of iron and steel.

There is no fear of such punishment at all.

"Have you had enough of the trouble, you little brats?"

Sun Wukong's spirit and true body shouted in unison.

The two voices rang out like huge bells.

The whole torture chamber was buzzing with the vibration.

The two little ghosts had never seen such a scene before. They were so scared that their legs went weak.

He immediately knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowed repeatedly and shouted loudly.

"Grandpa, spare me, Grandpa, spare me, I am just a fart, please treat us like a fart!"

They knew very well that the person in front of them was not someone to be trifled with.

Both the soul and the body are so terrifying that they can withstand the ban on magic by hell and remain safe and sound under these torture instruments.

Don't be fooled by how majestic and powerful they were when they were carrying out the execution, as if it was easy for them. However, when they really encountered a tough guy, their true colors were exposed.

Sun Wukong looked at the two men in such a miserable state, curled his lips, and felt bored.

"I thought I could have some fun, but I didn't expect you to be so vulnerable."

He originally wanted to get up and break free from the chains, but the instructions of the King of Fengdu suddenly flashed through his mind, and he gave up the idea.

"Well, I'd better lie down here first."

While Sun Wukong was leisurely enjoying himself, Little Ghost A and Little Ghost B were anxious, angry and annoyed.

They were eagerly waiting for Sun Wukong to leave.

But the Monkey King acted as if he didn't hear anything and didn't move.

The two men held the torture instruments tightly in their hands, neither knowing how to move forward nor how to retreat, and just stood there awkwardly.

Sun Wukong looked at them, a wicked smile appeared on his lips, and he spoke slowly.

"Hurry up, aren't you going to execute me?"

"There are just two of us, one soul and one body. That's enough for you to keep busy."

Upon hearing this, the two little devils' hands trembled even more violently, and they could hardly hold the torture instruments.

But there is no other way, I have to go ahead with it.

The next scene is hilarious.

Two men were seen surrounding Sun Wukong, busy and frantic, poking him here with pliers and pulling him there with chains.

But Sun Wukong didn't move at all, and even made a few jokes from time to time.

The two of them were fooled around.

This "torture" lasted for hundreds of thousands of years.

Of course, this is for these two little devils.

After hundreds of thousands of years, the two were exhausted both physically and mentally. Their arms drooped and became soft and limp, as if they had no bones, and they could not exert any strength at all.

I finally waited for the time to come.

To send Sun Wukong to the next hell.

Little Ghost A and Little Ghost B finally showed a hint of surprise on their faces.

The two couldn't wait to go up and help Sun Wukong unlock the iron chains.

But as soon as his hand touched the iron lock, it was like being electrocuted, and his arm dropped down powerlessly in an instant, as soft as noodles.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong showed disgust on his face and shook his body lightly, and the iron chain broke open with a "crash".

The soul and the body came together in an instant.

"I'll go by myself, you point me to the place."

Sun Wukong brushed off the non-existent dust on his body and strode forward.

The two little ghosts pulled themselves together and took great effort to point Sun Wukong in a direction.

Watching Sun Wukong's back gradually walking away.

The two men collapsed to the ground, relieved.

"What a living father! I hope the prison master of the next level can control him."

A little ghost said while panting.

"I think it's uncertain. I guess we'll have to rely on those powerful characters from the lower levels to succeed."

Another kid echoed, and after they talked back and forth, the stone in their hearts finally fell to the ground.

After all, the person was sent away.

These days of suffering are finally over.

They were still thinking about competing for the position of prison warden.

After all, this first level of hell has a large flow of people coming and going, so it's a lucrative job.

But after this battle, I completely gave up this idea.

If I meet a tough guy like Sun Wukong again, my life will be in danger.

Sun Wukong went all the way down, and the little devils took over the second level of hell.

Exactly the same as the first floor.

At the beginning, the little devils were still showing off their power.

But when he met Sun Wukong, he immediately became timid.

In desperation, he could only ask the prison master to come out.

At first, the prison warden was very arrogant and walked over with a swagger, shouting that he wanted to teach Sun Wukong a lesson.

But after doing it himself, he instantly put on a mask of pain.

Just like the little devils before.

He was tortured to death by Sun Wukong.

And so it goes, the second floor, the third floor, and even the eighth floor.

The prison masters on each level repeat the same "tragedy".

In the process of going from excitement to numbness again and again.

They spent tens of thousands of years which they considered to be the most tormenting.

In the end, everyone sent Sun Wukong away respectfully.

As for Sun Wukong, he was having a lot of fun.

Looking at the desperate expressions on the faces of these prison lords and little devils, I felt a wave of joy in my heart.

"Haha, these guys usually act arrogantly and domineeringly, but they are unlucky to have run into me, Old Sun."

"Finally, we got rid of this old man!"

The warden of the Iceberg Hell raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat that did not appear on his head, his heart full of emotion.

He's been in this hell for so long.

This is the first time I've encountered such a freak.

That iceberg that can freeze a person to the point of peeling off his skin.

In front of Sun Wukong, he was like a paper-made creature.

They took off all their clothes and ran around on the hilltop, running for a while until they were exhausted.

But the iceberg was completely fine.

"What a monster!"

The Iceberg Prison Master couldn't help but let out a final sigh and watched Sun Wukong go to the oil pot hell.

"Come, let me, Old Sun, see what the next fun thing is."

Sun Wukong was full of anticipation.

At this moment, he has already regarded the eighteen levels of hell as his own playground.

Even more eager to go to the next level than those who have just arrived.

It just made up for the regret of not taking a closer look at other areas when I was taken directly to the hell.

As soon as I appeared, a wave of heat hit me.

The sound of "gulp gulp" echoed in my ears. The sizzling sound of frying and the screams that came one after another were intertwined, making me feel creepy.

The warden of this floor had received a message from other warden's long ago and was waiting obediently at the door.

He was a fat man with a big belly. He had a kind smile on his face, but the smile did not reach his eyes, revealing a sense of hypocrisy.

Sun Wukong saw through his hidden dagger in his smile and just glanced at him indifferently without responding.