Chapter Thirty-Eight: Ugly Tree

  Green Cloud Valley

  Jiufang Cloud Platform floats above the sky, auspicious aura is everywhere, purple air like smoke.

  The vast land of Qingyun Valley, the Yama Temple is filled with a eerie and ominous aura, the cycle of life and death has been going on for countless years, like a ferocious beast lurking, fierce flames soaring into the sky.

  "Lei Gang, The Second Layer of Guillotine Hell."

  Another jade token had a full circle of bloodstains, and a second stain was beginning to appear.

  "Heavenly Thunder Righteous Method, indeed it's a great and powerful Yang energy. Master Ming Lei's younger brother, this Lei Gang, is probably already at the Second Layer of the Mysterious Thunder Realm."

  On the cloud platform, Ming Bingdao's eyes slightly condensed, and the master of Zilei Peak smiled lightly: "The sect leader has praised him wrongly. Leigang that child's body is pure, and his comprehension is not bad either. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to get such a ranking."

  "Huh?"

  Zi Lei Feng's master suddenly furrowed his brow and stopped what he was about to say next.

  The gaze of all eight peaks shifted and fell on the Sword Peak Cloud Platform.

  "Qitian, Second Layer of Scissor Hell!"

  "This, how is this possible! Seventeen generations of Eight Great Masters, and six people have yet to break through!"

  Many of the 16th generation disciples did not believe that, apart from Bu Qingtian and Lei Gang, the other six people's reputation was equally flourishing. As the leader of the 17th generation of the Eight Peaks, they had all suppressed the 16th generation's master-level figures at some point. With their cultivation, some of the 16th generation disciples were not even comparable. Therefore, Qi Tian was currently ranked third, and had broken into the second layer of the Yan Luo Temple, but others did not accept this.

  After a dozen breaths or so, Yun Bi and the six others stepped into the second level one after another. Many of the 16th generation disciples let out a sigh of relief.

  "Good luck!"

  "Not bad, rumor has it that when Qi Tian first went to Qing Ling Shi Que, he relied on luck and picked out a piece of companion spirit ore, exchanging dozens of low-grade spirit stones from Ming Shi Elder!"

  The master of the eight peaks did not make a sound, the sword peak cloud platform, clearly saw the Taoist priest drinking from a gourd one mouthful at a time, his movements were light and gentle, without any unusualness, as if he didn't care about the jade plaque on the cloud platform.

  Yanluo Temple, entrance to the second layer of hell.

  In the pitch-black prison gate, a chilling grinding sound emerged, Qitian concentrated his mind, recognized the sword in his hand, and the sharp aura was about to step into it.

  Hummm...

  A scorching warm current swept through his entire body, irresistible, and he reached into his pocket and pulled out that thumb-sized sarira.

  The sarira emitted golden light, crystal clear like jade. At this time, it floated up and fell towards a ruin. The soft Buddhist light illuminated everywhere, and the ruins disappeared instantly, revealing a three-foot-tall ugly tree.

  This tree is really too ugly, the black trunk can be grasped in one hand, with sinister cracks on it, as if it had been affected by the collapse of the dungeon, with thick black pus flowing out, branches tangled, bark peeling off, emitting an unspeakable stench.

  However, numerous branches converged at the top and produced a thumb-sized fruit. The fruit was as black as ink and emitted an astonishingly foul odor.

  Heavenly Wrinkle, Yanluo Hell, gave birth to such ugly and evil plants and trees, he was not surprised, what surprised him was that the sarira slowly fell down at this time, the golden Buddha light enveloped the fruit, and the original shocking stench suddenly disappeared.

  After sticking to the fruit, the golden sarira didn't move again. Qitian looked at it for a few breaths and nodded: "Since the sarira has found it, it must be extraordinary."

  No longer hesitating, Qitian took down the sarira and together with that thumb-sized fruit, plucked it off. The next moment, the pus in the ugly tree suddenly dried up and disappeared without a trace.

  With some misgivings, Qitian carefully put away the sarira and fruit, and stepped into the second layer of hell.

  The Eighteenth Level of Hell, The Second Level, Scissors Hell!

  Still the dungeon, the ground was a river of blood, the ghost soldiers here were even more terrifying, they had several inches of sharp teeth, on top of the sharp teeth were scraps of flesh, the grinding sound pierced the ears, spitting out sparks.

  Many people were bound to iron pillars, flames burning fiercely, the iron pillars had turned bright red, and even the heavens could smell the stench of charred flesh.

  Each of the ghostly soldiers held a large pair of scissors in their hands, the scissors were pitch black and had the image of ghosts and monsters printed on them. They also had serrated edges, as they opened and closed, finger after finger was cut off, and in the river of blood, countless severed fingers floated to the surface.

  The evil spirits were endless, and one by one, the ghostly soldiers turned around, their scarlet eyes fixed on Qitian, letting out a loud roar.

  "You will enter the hell of scissors, where you will suffer the pain of severed fingers!"

  The sword's edge burst forth, shattering the void, as the massive sword consciousness accumulated over 49 layers of heaven and earth boiled over. The three-foot-long sword edge was fully exposed, its golden body radiating a cold light like snow. Qitian shouted, "Yama, King of Hell, you should be impartial and just, only then can you wield the wheel of reincarnation! The eighteen layers of hell are for purifying evil karma, how can you act so arbitrarily?! Today, this hell is unjust, I will shatter it! You who act recklessly, I will annihilate with my sword!"

  With each step, the ground shook a little, as if an ancient mountain was moving, and even the gates of hell couldn't stop it. Every sword slash was like a thunderbolt, cutting through the ghostly soldiers, splitting them in two, their ghostly energy dispersing, turning into nothingness.

  The second layer of the Scissor Hell, the power of the ghost soldiers is much stronger than the first layer. It's already comparable to a hundred and eight rounds of the perfect Taoist, with eerie ghost energy and endless killing energy. If it weren't for the unparalleled recognition of the Qitian Sword, it would be impossible to shake it off, and even then, one would have to spend some effort to get through.

  Qingyun Valley

  The wind is light and the clouds are thin, with almost nothing but the sound of breathing, a needle can be heard falling.

  Whether it was the hundreds of 16th generation disciples or the dozens of elders, they all showed unbelievable colors at this time. Everyone's eyes were all focused on a certain Yun Tai.

  Sword Peak!

  Compared with other eight peaks' nearly three hundred jade tablets, Jianfeng only has two, and it is these two that make the hearts of many Taoists leap with excitement, unable to restrain themselves.

  "Cloud Flight, Second Layer of Scissor Hell!"

  "Qitian, Third Layer Iron Tree Hell! How is this possible?!"

  "Bu Qing Tian had just broken into the fourth layer of the Mirror Hell, while Lei Gang was still in the third layer and hadn't made a breakthrough. But Qi Tian actually caught up with Yun Bi Ruo's seven people!"

  Some of the 16th generation disciples saw through the divine light, they seemed to have seen something, but many elders did not speak out, the nine peak masters were silent and speechless, they dared not to speak rashly.

  Half an hour later, Yan Luo Temple.

  The fourth prison gate materialized and the Buddha's sarira light was retracted, being caught by Qitian in his hand, while also wrapping around a dark black fruit.

  "The third one is done!"

  In Qitian's eyes, the sharp edges were exposed, and he slaughtered all the way. Nearly a hundred ghost soldiers in the third layer of Iron Tree Hell were beheaded. The ghost soldiers in this third layer are almost equivalent to the Dao base being full, and the Daoists who have derived their Dao power are extremely powerful. They can already use some mysterious Dao instruments, but such Dao instruments are very rare. Although it's a bit troublesome, they were still recognized by Qitian and slashed into nothingness with his sword.

  At this time, Zitian had already understood that the Yanluo Hell was actually a huge purgatory illusion realm. The only difference was that this illusion was extremely realistic and difficult to distinguish from reality.

  He touched the three fruits on his chest, and Qi Tian didn't know whether these three fruits would eventually disappear or not.

  The Fourth Layer, Hell of the Evil Mirror.

  There was no dark wind or angry howling, only countless huge mirrors. These mirrors were eerie and ghostly, with a blood-red ghost face imprinted on the back of each one. The ghost faces were strange and varied, but all had the same ferocity. Behind the mirror surfaces, there was even blood flowing, and the fourth layer of hell almost fell into a river of blood.

  The sword intent wrapped around his body, and on Qi Tian's body, a golden divine flame almost ignited. The majestic sword intent roared like the sea, as if a mouthful of divine swords were chopping at the void. Qi Tian stepped into the river of blood, with endless blood, yet none of it could stain him.

  "Come out!"

  Qitian Leng took a cold drink and stared at the back of that ghost mirror.

  There was a mournful and eerie howl, bewildering the mind. At this moment, on the back of countless ghost mirrors, countless ghost faces emerged, their mouths and noses stained with blood plasma, grinning ferociously as they vomited out streams of bloody divine light that enveloped Qi Tian's surroundings.

  "You will enter the Mirror Hell and suffer the agony of Blood Prison!"

  Endless eerie sounds entered his ears, and unexpectedly made Qi Tian produce a hint of confusion. The sword in his hand shook, and he suddenly woke up, as if facing a great enemy. These ghost faces all produced a sense of recognition. This fourth-level demonic mirror hell was no longer something that those below the realm of the gods could touch. (Yesterday, more than 100 votes were added, many sword friends have awakened, nearly 4,000 sword friends, everyone wake up! The Sword Ancestor needs you, the glory of the sword path needs you!)