Chapter 763

"You have trespassed into the Oil Pot Hell. You have committed a heinous crime. Surrender now, or you will be fried and never be free." As a voice that sounded like a great bell rang out, the entire space immediately changed.

The huge cauldron filled with hot oil grew rapidly. In just an instant, the world was filled with boiling golden oil. There were rolling oil bubbles everywhere, without a single gap, causing the space to sizzle and turn yellow from the explosions.

Every oil bubble and every drop of hot oil flickered with complicated restrictions. There seemed to be countless ghosts inside, all of them screaming in pain and emitting resentment that seemed to materialize, impacting one's mind. This Oil Pot Hell actually mixed the power of the True Fire of the Sun, the power of the Yi Wood, the Qi of the Nine Underworlds, the Qi of filth, and many other extreme negative emotions, contradictorily and strangely mixing together. It seemed to be both a divine punishment and a sinister torment.

Restrictions also appeared on the huge cauldron that had turned into the four walls of heaven and earth. Countless runes were formed and emitted rays of red, green, and black light, sealing everything. From time to time, black light would flash out, and within it, there were faces of resentment.

In this world of boiling hot oil, the huge yellowish-brown ghost stood proudly. The pale flames around its body were like real dragons coiling around it. Its scales and claws were distinct, and on each scale, there were mysterious patterns of dragons, phoenixes, vermilion birds, black tortoises, humans, Asuras, and other races. The curses and hatred contained within them complemented the restrictions of the Oil Pot Hell.

"With the support of the complete Oil Pot Hell, my Ten Thousand Spirit Cursed Fire has the strength of the peak of the fourth rank. It's enough to be a match for any cultivator below the Celestial Being." The lord of this small level of hell, the fiery evil ghost Puya, was full of confidence. "And if the strength of the Three Tribulations Venerable is slightly weaker, I don't even need to do anything. Just the Oil Pot Hell alone is enough to make him suffer. He'll be blasted into resentful spirits and fuse with the hot oil."

Seeing that Shi Xuan, who had fallen into the oil pot of heaven and earth, had no reaction to his words, he screamed sharply. The pale Ten Thousand Spirit Cursed Fire split into nine, transforming into nine white dragons that bared their fangs and brandished their claws. They pounced towards Shi Xuan's location, containing a trace of the Great Dao of curses and resentment.

Stimulated by the Ten Thousand Spirit Curse Fire, the hot oil boiled even more violently. Oil bubbles popped up one after another, and the sound of boiling water resounded through this small layer of hell. Anyone who heard it would feel numb in their bones. They felt as if they were in this pot of oil, and there was nowhere to escape. There was no way to escape.

However, at this moment, a majestic golden bridge appeared out of thin air. It passed through the exploding oil bubbles and landed on the huge cauldron on the other side. Around the Paramita Golden Bridge, golden lotuses slowly bloomed, shining brightly. The boiling oil immediately calmed down, and the golden color was like a mirror, like the surface of a lake without any wind. The restriction on the giant cauldron also dimmed and stopped. Not only did the power to lock the space disappear, even the normal operation of the formation could not be maintained.

Shi Xuan stepped onto the Paramita Golden Bridge and walked forward. It didn't seem like he was in the terrible and terrifying Oil Pot Hell, but like he was walking on a long bridge over a lake in spring.

The Taiji Diagram suppressed everything, and was the natural nemesis of formations. Now that he had reached the peak of the third tribulation for more than four hundred years, it naturally didn't take much effort to deal with formations below the Celestial Being level. Therefore, Shi Xuan was unusually calm when the Hell of Mirroring Retribution was restored. Some of the lords of small hell who only became powerful because of the formation didn't even need to make a move.

The Oil Pot Formation was completely fixed. The aura of Pu Ya, the lord of small hell, instantly dropped from the peak of the third tribulation to the second tribulation. It was the same for the Ten Thousand Spirit Curse Fire.

Under the suppression, the nine Curse Fire White Dragons directly collapsed. Pu Ya's thoughts stopped, and he didn't have any reaction at all. He stood under the Paramita Golden Bridge in a daze, like a wooden statue as he respectfully watched Shi Xuan slowly walk across the bridge and step out of the Oil Pot Hell.

Pu Ya's Primordial Spirit started to operate until the Paramita Golden Bridge turned into a golden light and flew into Shi Xuan's Primordial Spirit, disappearing into the Oil Pot Hell together. Pu Ya's Primordial Spirit started to operate, and he suddenly woke up. Everything that happened before, in his memory, was only a vast golden bridge with transcendence and holiness. He didn't know how and when that Three Tribulation Spiritual Master left.

"What if he wanted to kill me?!" When Pu Ya thought of this, he felt his heart tremble. Under the suppression of the Golden Bridge, not to mention resisting, he would not even know how he died. "Where did such a Zhenren come from?! I don't know how strong he is, but the magic treasure is terrifying and mysterious. With just this item, he can even fight a Spiritual Master at the peak of Three Tribulation! Why haven't I heard of this person, he shouldn't be a nobody! "

In the past few thousand years, there were many Spiritual Masters who were powerful and could defeat Pu Ya. However, with the Oil Pot Hell, Pu Ya could still escape unscathed. This was the first time he was so close to death, even though the other party passed by with his hands behind his back. He didn't even bother to attack, so he sighed.

"I have to tell the Lords of the other Hells about that magic treasure, in case they are caught off guard and suffer losses." Although Pu Ya said this, he didn't think so. Even if he knew about the situation of the golden bridge magic treasure, under absolute suppression, it was still an unstoppable situation.

Moreover, under the surveillance of the Hell of Retribution, the Lords of the other Hells would at most be half a beat slower to find out what happened here. He was just doing his best. That Spiritual Master must have thought so too, and was very confident, so he didn't bother to kill him.

"I'm afraid only the Lord of Minor Icy Hell, Ye Xian Spiritual Master, who broke through 300 years ago, a true peak of Three Tribulations, can stop him. It's a pity that this is the Ghostly Lord's trump card." Pu Ya hurriedly contacted Ye Xian Spiritual Master through the spirit design, and reported the situation of the golden bridge magic treasure.

Ye Xian Spiritual Master seemed to be fighting fiercely, but with the strength of a peak of Three Tribulations, and the support of the spirit design, he was close to a celestial. He was a trump card that Giant Spirit Ghost Lord had set up in the Nine Minor Hells, so he was fighting with ease.

After diverting some of his attention to listen, he said indifferently, "I understand. Even without the support of the Minor Icy Hell, I won't be afraid of him. " This was the confidence that came from touching the essence of the Great Dao. Even if the other party was at the same level, and had the help of a powerful magic treasure, he would at most be at a disadvantage if he was prepared.

The fight in the Minor Icy Hell suddenly stopped, and Pu Ya was curious: "Ye Xian Spiritual Master, have you won?"

"The two disciples of the White Bone Sword Lord. It's a pity that they didn't even learn 10% of his sword techniques, and came to die for nothing." Ye Xian Spiritual Master answered unusually calmly, as though the other party's tricks were not even worth mentioning, and even the Tier 4 treasures that the White Bone Sword Lord had given him were not worth mentioning. "Blind Crow from Mangshan Ghostly Lord has entered. His Eye of Death is one of the best."

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After Shi Xuan broke out of the spirit design of the Minor Icy Hell, he came to a filthy and disgusting world. It was like a swamp of mud, bubbling with green bubbles. But if one looked closely, the mud was all sorts of thick and thin feces and other filth. There were many colors, but all of them were almost dark green, and the stench was overwhelming. Anyone who smelled it would feel their Primordial Spirit sinking.

"Is this what you mean by I can't beat you, and will disgust you to death?" Shi Xuan looked at the Minor Icy Hell, and looked at the ghosts struggling in the feces, their faces full of disgust, disgust, and hatred. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. It was not that he could not accept it, but he did not expect to encounter this, and found it funny. It was said that if one came into contact with a little of the feces here, their Primordial Spirit would immediately be tainted, and their hair would be unkempt. Even if they could escape, the stench would not dissipate within a hundred years.

Shaking his head, the Golden Bridge of the Paramita Realm appeared, and endless golden light shone. Not only did the bubbles and tumbling of the feces stop, but even the stench that filled every corner retreated from the vicinity of the Golden Bridge of the Paramita Realm under the illumination of the golden lotus. Compared to the surrounding Minor Icy Hell, the top and bottom of the bridge was like a paradise on earth, fragrant and refined.

Stepping on the Golden Bridge of the Paramita Realm, Shi Xuan walked toward the void on the other side. The Golden Bridge under his feet seemed to be real, and with every step he took, it would create faint beautiful ripples, as if it was supporting Shi Xuan's footsteps.

At this moment, from the feces swamp far away from the Golden Bridge of the Paramita Realm, a dark green sword light flew out. With a sword will of filth, depravity, and depravity, it slashed toward Shi Xuan.

In the dark green sword light, countless tiny sword lights transformed into all sorts of filthy things. Before the sword light arrived, one's mind already felt tainted. If it was an ordinary Three-tribulation Pure Yang treasure, it would immediately lose its spirituality and fall to the mortal world after being struck by it.

From the Hell of Retribution, the Guardian Lord of this small layer of hell knew how powerful the Golden Bridge of the Paramita Realm was, so he hid far away to prevent his thoughts from being suppressed and unable to launch an attack.

Relying on the strength of the Three-tribulation Realm, as well as the fact that he was far away from the Golden Bridge of the Paramita Realm and had long been prepared, his thoughts only paused for a moment before recovering. He estimated that other celestial techniques would not be able to break the scattered light around the Golden Bridge, and that he might be suppressed just by approaching it. Therefore, he combined his body with the sword light and exerted the "Filth Spirit-breaking Swordsmanship" with all his strength. He planned to defile Shi Xuan's magical Golden Bridge treasure even if he could not stop Shi Xuan, to create an opportunity for the Lord of the next layer of hell.

A violet sword light tore through the air from Shi Xuan. A beautiful starry sky appeared within the sword light. The stars shone resplendently, forming the Big Dipper, the Vermilion Bird, the White Tiger … The aura of slaughter and destruction did not disperse. Instead, it condensed on the sword light. The brilliance and terror seemed contradictory.

The Zi Ying Sword arrived first even though it was launched later. It landed on the dark green sword light and the aura of slaughter, sharpness, and destruction surged. It completely cut through the filth, sinking, and degeneration. Even the dark green sword light was cut in half. The peak of the third tribulation Zi Ying Sword and the Cyclic Stars Sword seemed to be able to cut through anything!

The dark green sword light turned into specks of emerald light, about to scatter and regroup. However, the dark night sky appeared as soon as the violet sword light spread out. Stars slowly rose, forming various formations and turning the surrounding five hundred kilometers into an ocean of starlight.

When the starry sky disappeared and the purple sword light flew back, there was no longer any movement there. It was as if the battle had never happened.

"How disgusting! How disgusting! Master, you're far too evil! " After the Zi Ying Sword flew back to Shi Xuan's soul, it cried out loudly. Even though it was naturally noble and could repel all evil and filth, it still did not dare to resist.

Shi Xuan comforted Zi Ying with a smile. After crossing the Paramita Bridge, he dove into space and went to the final layer of hell.

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Cold winds whistled and snow filled the sky.