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Tick!

Tick!

The rain cleared and the sky brightened. Drops of fresh blood fell to the ground, mingling with the rainwater, and were absorbed by the parched earth in an instant.

Lu Zhong, the Temple Knight who had been so fierce, was now kneeling on the ground, half of his greatsword broken, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Around him, layers upon layers of paper figures seemed endless…

“Evil demon!”

Lu Zhong glared at Fang Xing, his eyes wide with fury: “Even if I die in battle today, justice will prevail! One day, my teammates will take your head in my place, under the gaze of the gods…”

“Oh? You won’t see that day.”

Fang Xing seemed intrigued, standing in front of Lu Zhong: “Temple Knight… I haven’t even asked your name, yet you attacked me without rhyme or reason… I’ve decided, I will take your soul and make you possess a paper figure, to suffer torment forever.”

Of course, this was a lie. An enemy of this level was not worth him doing that.

Fang Xing said this because he sensed that this Temple Knight still had a trump card.

Moreover, he was quite interested and wanted to try it out.

“No! Even if my soul falls into the underworld, I will maintain my faith… and my god will eventually redeem me!”

Lu Zhong’s face was filled with piety and faith.

Suddenly, he looked at Fang Xing’s approaching figure, a hint of triumph appearing in his eyes: “And you will be banished with me!”

In an instant, Lu Zhong tore open a talisman around his neck.

This was a high-level artifact bestowed upon him by the teachings of the God of Redemption—the Talisman of Banishment! It contained a one-time banishment spell and had been blessed by a god, giving it a high priority!

The Underworld.

The surroundings were a fiery red, filled with heat and high temperatures.

The ground was dry and cracked…

Occasionally, one could see unwilling souls lying on the ground, wailing, their forms constantly becoming more illusory…

Some ghosts seemed unable to bear the suffering any longer and directly turned into nothingness, their souls scattered.

This was the first level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell—the Hell of Scorching Heat!

Since there was no need to consider reincarnation or anything else, and only tormenting souls was required, there were almost no deities of the underworld in hell, only various tortures.

Chi Chi!

A flash of light.

Fang Xing and Lu Zhong’s figures appeared almost simultaneously in a part of the Hell of Scorching Heat.

“It’s so hot…”

Fang Xing used his hand as a fan, fanning himself a couple of times.

Even he felt this way, one could imagine the torture those souls were enduring.

Not far away, Lu Zhong was already on his last breath, seemingly about to die the next moment.

“God… I’m coming!”

Although Lu Zhong was about to die, his eyes were bright, as if he saw the divine kingdom he longed for.

But the next instant!

—Advanced Natural Healing!

A stream of emerald green light fell on him, rapidly restoring the injuries on his body.

Lu Zhong incredulously turned over and stood up, looking at Fang Xing.

This was definitely a demon of the Yang God realm. He didn’t know why, but he actually took the initiative to heal him.

Obviously, the other party must be considering some kind of torture for him!

At this thought, a look of unyielding determination immediately appeared on Lu Zhong’s face.

If the teachings of the God of Redemption did not forbid suicide, he would have taken his own life the moment he fell into the underworld, and then his soul would have gone to the divine kingdom.

But it was not too late now. With his level in the church, an envoy would soon descend and redeem him from the sea of suffering.

But not long after, a trace of surprise and uncertainty appeared on Lu Zhong’s face.

He quickly knelt down and prayed loudly: “Lord of Redemption, you are the embodiment of salvation, the arbiter of justice in the world… I beg for your favor, I beg for your listening, I beg for you to cast a glance…”

Half a day passed, but there was still no response.

Lu Zhong suddenly turned around, looking at Fang Xing with eyes that wanted to devour him: “Evil demon, is it you?”

“Haha… you are only passively affected by one of my talents.”

Fang Xing laughed.

He didn’t expect the effect of ‘Divine Eyes Cannot Reach’ to be so good, like opening the fog of war.

Not only himself, but also clergy who had entanglements with his fate or were too close would also have their signals affected.

But, he did facilitate this situation.

After all, Fang Xing had long wanted to come to the underworld to see the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

Earlier, he even sensed that Lu Zhong was carrying a ‘ticket,’ so he unceremoniously hitched a ride, no, it should be said that Lu Zhong forcibly pulled him onto the bus.

At this time, Lu Zhong’s expression was somewhat broken, muttering in his mouth: “My Lord… why is your great power difficult to reach this place? No no… I can’t waver… my faith…”

Fang Xing was too lazy to pay attention to him and released his perception.

“Well, the Eighteen Levels of Hell are indeed a lower plane structure. This is the first level, the Hell of Scorching Heat, the second level is the Ice Hell… Only souls who haven’t died from the torment of this dual ice and fire hell will actively fall to the lower levels of hell…”

“The third level seems to be the Hanging Sinew Hell? Next is the Tongue-Pulling Hell, the Skin-Peeling Hell, the Mortar Hell, the Chariot Crushing Hell… all the way to the final Avici Hell!”

“In short, the souls of unbelievers who fall here, even if they survive the first seventeen levels of hell, must endure eternal torture and torment in the eighteenth level of Avici Hell… to intimidate those unbelievers.”

“Eh? That’s not right… The structure of these Eighteen Levels of Hell is a bit strange… The main body is similar to an inverted pyramid… but spirituality flows within it… Is this a formation that extracts the essence by constantly tormenting souls?”

Fang Xing couldn’t help but marvel.

The gods really knew how to play with faith. Even the souls of unbelievers had to be used twice, making a huge contribution.

However, the souls of unbelievers would still be used to plaster the walls, now it was just waste utilization, so it didn’t seem like anything.

“Hungry… I’m so hungry…”

Just as Lu Zhong was collapsing and Fang Xing was contemplating, a soul drifted over.

He was in the image of a middle-aged man, his face full of wind and frost, his hands wrapped in bandages, seemingly an experienced warrior when he was young.

But at this time, the soul’s lower limbs were illusory, obviously having been tormented to a certain extent, even his thoughts were somewhat blurred.

“The Eighteen Levels of Hell naturally cannot have food.”

“Therefore, the souls who fall here must constantly endure the torment of hunger and thirst…”

Fang Xing sighed.

Outside these Eighteen Levels of Hell, there was also an invisible Hell of Starving Ghosts.

Fortunately, Druids never starve, no matter where they go.

At this thought, he took out a few seeds from his bosom and planted them on the ground.

Strangely enough!

The ground in this Hell of Scorching Heat had an extremely high temperature, and the seeds should have been roasted.

But at this time, the shells of the seeds only turned a little red, and they actually began to take root and sprout…

Before long, stalks of bamboo as red as fire grew out, rising section by section.

This ‘Fire Jade Bamboo’ was a byproduct of Fang Xing planting Azure Spirit Bamboo. It was a kind of mutated spirit plant and extremely needed fire spiritual energy.

Coincidentally, there was nothing else in the Hell of Scorching Heat, but there was enough heat.

This Fire Jade Bamboo continued to grow and strengthen… and then actually made a cracking sound.

Pa!

A section of bamboo split open and fell into Fang Xing’s hand.

Fang Xing broke it open and saw that it was full of red jade-like spiritual rice, which had now been steamed.

The red jade spiritual rice was crystalline and jade-like, and it had a mellow aroma.

Even Lu Zhong, who was collapsing next to him, moved his neck subconsciously.

“Here, take it.”

Fang Xing wasn’t hungry at this time and directly threw the bamboo tube filled with bamboo rice to the ghost.

The ghost stretched out his hand and was able to grab the bamboo tube. Then, he immediately began to feast.

“Don’t worry… there’s a lot here.”

Fang Xing smiled and planted another strange vine.

When a green gourd grew on the vine, a chill burst out.

Fang Xing picked a green-skinned gourd, opened the mouth of the gourd, and instantly a torrent of sweet spring water poured out.

As a legendary Druid, as long as he wanted and given him some time, it would be easy to plant all kinds of plants in these Eighteen Levels of Hell and turn hell into paradise.

At this time, the starving ghost-like warrior soul had already eaten more than a dozen sections of bamboo rice, and his expression seemed to have become clearer.

“Alright, you’ve eaten my food, now you have to work for me.”

Fang Xing grabbed the ghost, and the Charm spell flashed in his eyes.

After obtaining the Dao traditions of the ten major righteous and evil sects and completing the Charm spell, his Soul Searching skill was now even better.

Soon, the life of this middle-aged warrior appeared before his eyes.

This veteran soldier was named ‘Wu Yong’. He was a devout believer of the God of War. For the cause of the gods, he could give up everything. He had also joined the elite legion of the God of War, escaping death dozens of times, and then retired to the countryside to marry and have children.

Speaking of which, this should be a very ordinary story, but it just so happened that the wife he married was too beautiful, and not every clergy member in the Church of War was a saint who was pure of heart and few desires…

After the incident happened, Wu Yong had already lost his wife and children. He went crazy and sharpened the rusty war blade he had brought back from the battlefield, taking the life of that priest.

Then, he was labeled as an ‘unbeliever’, not only being killed, but also going to hell after death, waiting for his soul to be scattered…

“He actually still had faith, but the Church of the God of War abandoned him.”

Fang Xing shook his head and threw the ghost away.

Lu Zhong trembled all over, possessed by the ghost, seemingly feeling the life of this ghost: “No…”

Two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes. After all, as a Temple Knight, he had to abide by justice: “Why is this happening?”

“It’s very simple, because the procedure is wrong, even if Wu Yong’s behavior is righteous, he must die!”

Fang Xing sneered: “In the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, even if you are wronged, you can ask your superior to decide for you, but you can’t decide for yourself! This is called rebellion! Of course, it must be suppressed harshly!”

“But this is not the key. The key is that although this person killed the priest of the God of War, he still believes in the God of War… but the god abandoned him, making him suffer here, until his soul is scattered…”

Fang Xing’s eyes lit up, seemingly grasping something: “This violates the contract between man and god. Man offers faith and obtains redemption after death. This should not be violated!”