Saint Ancestor of All Demons

"Don't worry, sir. Since he is a prisoner appointed by His Royal Highness, we will definitely take special care of him." The quasi-sage-level jailer looked at Xiang Chen with a cruel smile.

The Heavenly Dao Underworld Sage did not forget to remind him: "Don't untie the seal chain on him when he enters hell. Although this person is a dead soul, he is only a dead soul in the realm of heaven. He is very strong. If the seal is broken, you cannot deal with it."

The jailer glanced at Xiang Chen in surprise when he heard this, and then became even more excited. The souls of the dead in the realm of heaven would be even more pleasurable to torture.

People with low realms will feel a sense of pleasure when they abuse people with high realms, just like a poor man will feel a sense of satisfaction when he sees a rich man overturning his car because of something.

"Don't worry, sir." After the jailer assured him, the two heavenly and underworld saints who escorted Xiang Chen left.

"Boy, let's go!" The jailer kicked Xiang Chen's butt and sneered.

Xiang Chen looked at him: "My lord, what is your name? Can you give me some care? I am a friend of Po Meng."

The jailer gave Xiang Chen a big mouth and sneered repeatedly: "Oh, are you using Mrs. Meng Po to suppress me?

When you are sent here, it doesn't matter who you have as a backer. Besides, how can you, a dead soul, have any friendship with Mrs. Meng Po? I can't change my name, but I can't change my surname, Tufeiyuan. "

"Tu Fei Yuan——" Xiang Chen didn't say anything and remembered the jailer.

He will let the other party know what the consequences will be if he dares to kick a Scorpio man in the butt or slap a Scorpio man in the mouth.

He was personally escorted to hell by the jailer.

It is indeed the hell of the prehistoric underworld, it is indeed different.

The first level, the tongue-pulling hell, is a spectacle when you pass by. Billions of ghosts, whether they are meditating or meditating, are fixed here, and their tongues will be pulled out by a force of heaven and earth, and they will be pulled out alive.

The screams echoed throughout the world, making people's scalp numb when they heard it, and the faint of heart would be frightened to death.

The tongue that was pulled out will grow back after a while, and then it will continue to be pulled out, and the cycle starts again.

This level of hell was originally targeted at those trolls who say bad things to hurt others, or defraud others, and the kind of best friends who specifically encourage breakups to ruin other people's marriages, as well as people like Pan Jinlian's Wang Qianniang.

This level of hell is child's play for those who follow.

The second level is scissors hell, the kind that cuts your little fingers.

The third level, the Iron Tree Hell, is a world full of spikes, filled with souls or ghosts everywhere, and people screaming and wailing in the trees.

The fourth level, the evil mirror hell, is used for interrogation.

The fifth level of hell, the steamer hell, the whole world is like a big steamer, emitting boiling gas with amazing heat.

The sixth level is the bronze pillar hell, the seventh level is the sword mountain hell, and the eighth level is the iceberg hell.

After descending heavily, Xiang Chen finally reached his destination.

Pan hell!

This oil pot hell is not like a super big oil pot in the small hell of reincarnation and purgatory in his body. The whole world here is filled with boiling fire oil, and there are countless ghosts below being fried in the fire oil and wailing, hissing and smoking.

The whole world is filled with the smell of oil smoke and burning. Even those who are fried will not die. After a while, the temperature of the kerosene will drop. When the recovery is almost complete, they will continue to fry again, experiencing the horrible pain over and over again.

Xiang Chen stood on the Xingtai of the Oil Pot Hell, with the Oil Pot Hell below. People were being kicked down from the Xingtai next to them and fell into the Oil Pot Hell, followed by screams.

"Boy, how do you feel? Don't say that you are the dead soul of Heaven. Even if the dead soul of Taichu Earth Lord is thrown here, he will still cry for his father and mother." The jailer looked at Xiang Chen and sneered.

And Xiang Chen's face indeed showed an expression of fear: "Oh my god, I'm so scared, I'm scared to death, pressure band."

"Hahaha, get off." The jailer looked satisfied on his expression, and then kicked Xiang Chen off the high execution platform with his big foot.

Xiang Chen made a 360-degree turn in mid-air, and then did another Thomas pirouette. He fell into the oil pan hell with his feet together without any oil splashing.

As soon as he jumped in, the surrounding boiling oil immediately changed its temperature according to his realm, and his whole body and soul immediately felt the painful feeling of frying.

The heartbreaking pain wanted to shake Xiang Chen's state of mind, but Xiang Chen's state of mind was like steel in a frying pan, unshakable.

The screams of the people who were kicked down echoed all around.

Xiang Chen saw that the Tufeiyuan jailer was looking at him with a joking look on his face. Xiang Chen sneered, with a sarcastic expression on his face, and raised his middle finger at him: "Is this how you compare to your eighteenth generation ancestor, Lao Mu? You fry potatoes." The temperature of the bar is not enough either.”

The smile on the jailer's face immediately froze. Seeing Xiang Chen's provocation, he turned red with anger: "Little beast, what did you say?"

"I am a good bastard to you. Who do you want to scold, little bastard?"

"You little beast, I'm scolding you!" the jailer retorted angrily. Then he felt that what he said was wrong, and his face turned green with anger.

"Haha, you can't speak more than your brain. By the way, I forgot. You have no brain. You are a quasi-holy ant. I don't know how many people like you were killed during my lifetime. You are fat and round, and you just hear the name of a beast.

Forget it, I won’t beep with you anymore. I feel downgraded even if I yell at you. You want to mess with me. If you have the guts to kill me! "

Xiang Chen laughed and sarcastically said a few words, and then dived directly into the depths of the frying pan hell.

"Little beast, little bastard, wait, when the boiling cycle of the oil pan hell is over, I will come down and kill you!!"

The Tufeiyuan jailer was extremely angry, but he didn't dare to go down. This was the most exciting time of the cycle.

Xiang Chen dived into the depths of the oil pan and found that some souls had been fried and cooked. Xiang Chen swam over and opened his mouth and took a bite, which was crunchy.

However, Xiang Chen took one bite and then vomited it up. The burned soul screamed in horror and looked at this guy swimming over and biting off his arm.

"Ahhhh, Watt Oil Poison Silver??"

"Hey, it's a Western ghost. It tastes terrible. Without barbecue ingredients and bread crumbs, egg liquid and deep-frying, it really has no soul."

Xiang Chenxian was so disgusted that he vomited his soul hand. This was Ergou, and he had to take a bite when he saw the fried kid.

Under the shocked gaze of the other party, Xiang Chen dived to an unknown depth. The world around him suddenly became quiet, and almost no one sneaked in here.

Xiang Chen adjusted his posture, silently started to use his mental skills, and began to absorb the power of this oil pot hell.

This mental method is clearly the path of purgatory and reincarnation!

Xiang Chen felt that he couldn't sit here and wait for death, and he couldn't wait for the woman Meng Jiangyun to save him. Only relying on himself was the most reliable.