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

Feeling the disdain in Sun Wukong's eyes.

The warden of the Oil Pot Hell became furious and secretly resentful.

"You dare to turn your back on me? You'll cry later!"

He suppressed his anger and forced a fake smile on his face.

"You are here to be punished. I'm sure you know what the first few hells are like. There's no need for me to waste time. Just follow me."

The prison warden took Sun Wukong into the depths of hell.

Along the way, all you see are big pots.

The oil in the pot was boiling, bubbling and emitting pungent heat waves.

Many sinners were pushed to the edge of the pot by the little devils, and they were so scared that their legs became weak and trembled.

Before he could even beg for mercy, the little devil kicked him into the pot.

In an instant, oil splashed everywhere.

The sinner's skin was torn and his flesh was exposed.

There was a crackling sound.

A faint burnt smell wafted away.

Sun Wukong thought to himself, "It looks like this guy has no intention of sending me away. It seems he has prepared a 'big gift' for me."

as predicted.

The prison warden led him all the way to the deepest part, and the view in front of him suddenly opened up.

A huge copper pot stood in the center, with a strange purple flame burning at the bottom.

More than a dozen little ghosts were guarding below, busy and sweating, constantly adding fuel to the fire with their hands.

Taking a closer look, these fuels turned out to be spiritual materials that exuded spiritual charm.

No wonder the flame is so hot.

If you feel it carefully, it is comparable to the Samadhi True Fire.

At this moment, the prison master suddenly stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the chains on Sun Wukong.

Shout loudly.

She pretended to throw him into the copper pot.

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

He rolled over in the air.

Pick a comfortable position.

"Plop" into the frying pan. Instant.

The boiling oil splashed high into the air, and a few drops of hot oil landed on the little kid next to him.

The little ghost suddenly let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Finally, he was resurrected and returned to his original position, with a look of pain on his face.

"Sun Wukong, other prison masters are afraid of you, but I am not!"

"People out there think you're a god, but when you come to me, no matter if you're a dragon or a tiger, you have to lie down obediently!"

"This copper pot is my magical weapon, and this flame is the result of years of hard work."

"Even if you are a Taiyi Golden Immortal, you will cry for your parents in there!"

The Lord of the Oil Pan Hell threw his head back and laughed, and the fat on his face kept shaking.

Seeing this, the little ghosts around began to flatter him with ingratiating smiles on their faces.

"Wait, Prison Master, something's wrong!"

A little ghost suddenly yelled in fear. The prison master was immersed in his pride.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Noticing the sudden change in the atmosphere around him, he turned his head and froze instantly.

Sun Wukong was seen leaning comfortably on the edge of the oil pan, with one hand casually resting on the edge of the pan, looking leisurely, as if he was taking a hot spring bath.

Seeing the prison warden looking at him, he grinned and greeted him warmly.

"That's right. I've been tossing and turning in hell for the last few times, so it's just right to take a shower here. The temperature is just right. Thank you for your hard work!"

The prison warden was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

"How is that possible? I prepared this carefully!"

He didn't believe it and grabbed the little ghost beside him.

"No, no, please spare my life, Master. I have parents and children to take care of. Please spare my life."

The little ghost was so scared that he struggled desperately and shouted for mercy.

The warden ignored the incident and threw the little devil into the frying pan.

There was a series of "crackling" sounds.

The little ghost was instantly blown to pieces, and his screams stopped abruptly. Then he resurrected not far away with a look of horror on his face.

"No problem, this pot is normal, it must be this monkey that is evil!"

"Keep adding fuel to the fire!"

The prison warden was furious and roared at the top of his lungs.

How dare the little devils disobey? They frantically moved the fuel, and the oil pot became more and more boiling, with heat waves rolling.

Sun Wukong, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He dived into the bottom of the pot and lay motionless.

Seeing this, the prison warden was full of suspicion and bravely went forward to check.

As soon as he got close, Sun Wukong suddenly broke out of the water and splattered scalding hot oil onto the prison master.

Making a "hissing" sound.

The prison warden rolled on the ground in pain, howling like a pig being slaughtered.

"Hahaha!" Sun Wukong laughed out loud, lying comfortably on the oil, glancing at the embarrassed prison master and mocking him.

"They say the lord of the next level of hell is formidable. With your unassuming appearance, you still think you can control me, Old Sun?"

"Don't you even consider your own weight? Why do you think you are in charge of this frying pan hell?" The warden grimaced in pain.

The harsh words came to his lips but he swallowed them back.

Seeing Sun Wukong reaching out to grab him, he was so scared that he ignored the pain and crawled away.

"You're a lunatic! If you keep adding fuel to the fire, I won't care!"

Although these prison masters usually rely on the natural suppression of the Eighteen Levels of Hell to act tyrannically.

But the scene before him completely overturned his cognition.

Since he couldn't do anything about Sun Wukong, the prison warden simply gave up.

I thought, just let Sun Wukong soak there, he will have to endure it for hundreds of thousands of years anyway.

He just didn't believe that if ordinary water could soak a person into a pulp, how could this hot oil not boil him to death?

Seeing the prison warden running away in disgrace, the little ghosts looked at each other in panic, but they did not dare to disobey the order, so they could only bite the bullet and continue to add firewood.

Seeing that the fun was over, Sun Wukong curled his lips.

"How boring! The previous prison masters were still able to resist. Give me, Old Sun, some rest."

"Since this guy prepared a pot of bath water, let's forgive him and let him go for now."

Relying on his own strength, both the soul and the body.

To Sun Wukong, this pot of hot oil was just like bath water.

He thought with great anticipation, wondering what fun things would be in the next few levels of hell.

Sun Wukong was enjoying himself in the frying pan, but this made the little ghosts outside very anxious.

They look at me and I look at you.

They both saw fear and helplessness in each other's eyes.

One of the braver kids quietly approached his companion and spoke in a low voice.

"Who is this guy?"

"Even our prison warden's precious frying pan can't do anything to him. What are we going to do next?"

His companion rolled his eyes at him and replied in a low voice.

"How would I know? I just said there was a tough guy coming, but I didn't expect it to be this tough. Let's stop worrying about it and listen to the prison warden. Keep adding fuel to the fire."

Although they said this, their hands couldn't stop shaking.

Every time they threw spiritual materials into the fire, they were afraid that Sun Wukong would suddenly jump out of the oil pan and give them a "surprise".

At this time, in another dark corner of hell, several prison masters were gathered together, whispering.

"Have you heard? Sun Wukong is in the oil cauldron hell. Our fat warden has suffered a lot."

A tall and thin prison warden said with a gloating look on his face.

"Huh, I knew this would be the result."

A prison warden with a face full of flesh snorted coldly, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"So what should we do? We can't just let him do whatever he wants in our hell, right?"

A warden with a rat-like face asked worriedly.

Everyone fell silent for a moment.