Many days later, a corpse seemed to be lying under the iron tree in the third level of hell.

Cheng Yan was lying on the ground, panting slightly, and his slightly rising and falling chest seemed to mean that he was not dead yet.

However, Cheng Yan's body was crisscrossed with countless cuts, some of which were deep enough to show bones, and some where the flesh and blood had been turned upside down. Almost no part of his body was intact.

From the very top to the bottom of the thousand-meter-high iron tree, Chengyan used his own body to withstand the cutting of thousands of sharp blades on the iron tree from beginning to end. Sometimes he even thought that he would not be able to bear it any time soon.

However, he was still holding a breath in his heart, which prevented him from losing consciousness.

It was this tone that forced Cheng Yan to survive the third layer of iron trees for an unknown amount of time, and finally fell to the ground.

Cheng Yan raised his eyelids with difficulty and realized that he was not dead yet. Since he was not dead and still had breath, he would recover sooner or later.

Daluo Jinxian's self-healing ability is very powerful. When the body is severely injured, as long as the soul is not too damaged, it can slowly recover after a period of time.

Chengyan just lay there motionless, and it seemed that the sun and the moon were changing in this layer of hell. After an unknown number of days, Chengyan's wounds from the sharp blade had stopped bleeding.

After a few days, the wounds will scar and the marks will fade.

Many days later, Chengyan had regained his mobility and could get up from the ground and move with difficulty.

A week passed, and Cheng Yan's injuries were recovering at a terrifying speed, and at this moment he suddenly noticed a strange change in his body.

When Cheng Yan raised his arm, he found that his skin was darker than before, and the texture of his skin was also much clearer, giving the impression that the flesh and blood on his body seemed to be thicker than before.

This strange thing made Cheng Yan couldn't help but be stunned. After thinking for a while, he took out an immortal weapon from his storage bag and cut it on his body.

A blood mark appeared on Cheng Yan's arm, and a few drops of blood seeped out, but he found that the pain he felt was not very strong, and the blood mark disappeared almost in the blink of an eye, and then returned to the same state as before, as if he had not suffered any injuries.

The damage is the same.

You must know that the Immortal Magical Artifact in Cheng Yan's hand is very powerful. It is absolutely impossible for an ordinary Daluo Jinxian to take a hit and remain calm.

Cheng Yan immediately became ecstatic. He looked up at the ten thousand-foot-tall iron tree in front of him and the struggling fighting spirits hanging on it. He realized what was hidden in the so-called eighteenth-level secret realm.

"It turns out that you only need to survive one level of the secret realm. For the cultivator, the blessing he receives is an improvement to his body. For example, if he can survive this level of iron tree hell safely, his body's strength will be as strong as

There will also be a lot more added..."

Cheng Yan's eyes suddenly showed a touch of fiery excitement and excitement.

Because he realized that if he could walk through as many of the eighteen levels of hell as possible safely and unharmed, then when the day he came out, his whole person would be completely different, and he might even be able to break through the Great Luo Jinxian and become a saint.

The threshold is reached.

"There are two more heavenly fires waiting for me to devour. If I can kill that person, I will definitely become a great sage or enter the rank of emperor in the future!"

At the same time, on the other side, when Chengyan survived the third level of Iron Tree Hell after many days, Xiang Que also spent a lot of time in the Steamer Hell.

Before that, Xiang Que thought about using various means and trump cards to break through the Steamer Hell, but after working hard for a long time, he found that it was in vain, even if he invited Jizo's true body out, it would not work at all.

People are relatively realistic. After Xiang Que found that he had no choice but to do anything, just like Cheng Yan, he chose the idea that since there was no way out, he could only resist.

I don't know how many times, Xiang Que felt as if he was about to be steamed, the blood in his body seemed to have dried up, and he almost burst into flames when he exhaled. In this difficult situation, he was tossed and turned

After struggling countless times and almost losing consciousness, all the pain suddenly disappeared in an instant.

Then, Xiang Que lay on the ground like a dead dog, with the fighting spirits around him still tearing and biting his body.

The entire surface of Xiang Que's body swelled up, almost making him fatter by at least one circle. It was as if there was water flowing under his skin, and a big lump bulged up at the slightest touch. This was completely like a steaming mess.

A mature state.

However, even though the person had completely lost the ability to move, the last trace of consciousness in his head kept Xiang Que from falling into a coma. After waiting for about an hour, he accumulated some strength, and he slowly began to relax.

My body wants to recover as quickly as possible.

A drop of immortal brew flowed out from the Taoist world and fell into Xiang Que's mouth. He instantly felt as if he had taken a big sip of fine wine, and his head became clear.

Suddenly he didn't seem to feel so hot anymore, the hot breath seemed to seep out from his body, and the fighting spirits around him suddenly distanced themselves from him for some reason.

Xiang Que climbed up from the ground with his hands on his hands. After taking a deep breath in his chest and abdomen, he flew out from below with a "swish" and then fell heavily on the Gobi Desert.

Xiang Que lay on his back, looking at the gray sky with his eyes open, then slowly closed his eyes again, and said softly: "I can't move anymore, I have to sleep for a while before I can resurrect with full blood..."

Cheng Yan and Xiang Que encountered exactly the same situation after entering the eighteenth level of hell for the first time. They both survived the torment of this level of hell at their wits' end and gained a new life.

I don't know how much time passed. Xiang Que licked his chapped lips in his sleep. At this time, he completely regained consciousness. Then he subconsciously jumped up and sat cross-legged on the ground, staring blankly at the steamer not far away.

The war spirits in the steamer hell were still roaring. Listening to these movements, Xiang Que realized that his previous experience was not an illusion.

Xiang Que lowered his head and looked at his body. The wounds were no longer there, and the skin was intact and seemed to be glowing with new life.

At the same time, Xiang Que felt something different. As for what was different from before, he couldn't explain it. He just felt that there seemed to be a big problem with the state of his body.
Chapter completed!