For those like Ling Zhi and Shi Huang, they did not come to this endless sea to pursue the third opportunity after stepping into the Ancestral Saint, but actually they care more about it, but instead leave here.

Wuya Fruit naturally has great power on them, but it is far less powerful than being able to go out and come.

It is not that simple and easy to become a ancestral saint.

In the Endless Sea, with the lack of spiritual power of the world and the almost non-existent cultivation resources, even Ling Zhi did not think he could step into the Ancestral Saint here.

At that time, I am afraid that even the spiritual power of the threshold of the Ancestral Saint Realm will not be able to squeeze out.

It is unlikely that you can condense enough power to the ancestral holy realm without relying on external objects in the endless sea.

Not to mention sufficient spiritual power, it is just the most basic condition for entering the Ancestral Saint Realm.

"Wuyahuo is in my hands, but it has a place that I cannot reach. This time I took a risk to disperse my soul and put it to death and live. In addition to trying to create my own Dharma, I also want to make my soul break through again, so that I can get some useful news from Wuyahuo again."

Ling Zhi simply told the First Emperor about the Nine Nether Eighteen Prisons, and the purpose was actually to know whether the First Emperor would know this item.

Because the Nine Nether Eighteen Prison was obtained by Ling Zhi from Sikong Xiu, and Sikong Xiu was affiliated with the earth back then. With the preciousness and miraculous effects of the Nine Nether Eighteen Prison, Ling Zhi thought that the First Emperor would know some news.

As a result, the First Emperor shook his head very directly, not knowing anything about the Nine Nether Eighteen Prisons.

Finally, Ling Zhi took out a holy pill to replenish spiritual power and handed it to the First Emperor. He sat cross-legged on the sea next to the First Emperor.

His soul instantly left his eyes and brought the Nine Nether Eighteen Prisons to the Dantian together.

A large number of souls condensed into his appearance in a storm of change, turning into soul bodies and landing on the divine platform.

After this tossing, the divine platform became much stronger, and the Chaos Green Lotus even drew out several leaves, and the whole was filled with a large amount of chaos aura.

These chaotic auras spread out between Ling Zhi's dantian, surrounding the black hole in his dantian, echoing the mysterious and yellow aura in it.

From the appearance of this black hole to the present, Ling Zhi's cultivation has also risen to its current level, but until now, Ling Zhi's soul has never dared to truly be in this black hole.

Every time he tries to get close, Lingzhi will have a strong sense of crisis. This sense of crisis is not only very strong, but also very clear.

He knew very clearly that as long as he let his soul escape into it, he would not want to come out again.

That was the case back then, now, the same.

"What kind of cultivation is needed to be able to do it?" Ling Zhi smiled helplessly. This black hole was found when he was cultivating the tenth level of the body realm, the tenth level of the artistic conception, and the tenth level of the king realm when he was cultivating the spiritual power particles.

After appearing in his body, there was not much movement. The initial function was to help him temper his spiritual power. Apart from actively absorbing the spiritual power he absorbed and helping him temper his spiritual power, resulting in a particularly high demand for absorbing the spiritual power from the outside world, there was no other movement.

Later, he achieved the innate Taoist body with the Huntian Furnace, and destroyed the innate Taoist body by himself, but he accidentally led out the Xuanhuang Qi in the black hole. Since then, the Xuanhuang Qi will float out of the black hole at all times and then merge into his body.

It created his mysterious and yellow immortal body.

It has been decades since this incident. Faced with the black hole that appeared in his body, Ling Zhi still knew nothing and could not say anything about Mingtang.

This is also what makes him very helpless. It is clearly his own body, which also has a considerable benefit to him. There is no need to say about the preciousness of the Xuanhuang Qi, but it is impossible to find out, which is always unhappy.

Shaking his head and throwing these trivial thoughts out of his mind, Ling Zhi's soul left directly from the divine platform and drilled into the Nine Nether Eighteen Prisons in one step.

The Nine Netherworlds and Eighteen Prisons of the Spirit. Ling Zhi has already been familiar with this place that he has been there for decades. He just glanced at it and sank rapidly.

The first layer, the second layer, the third layer, time passes rapidly.

In addition to the Buddhist records, the first level of hell is the light residence, the second level of hell is the residence of the Xunluo, and the third level of hell is the Sangjudu, etc., which are more circulated among the people, but are simpler and more straightforward titles.

The first level is the hell of tongue-pulling, that is, people who are living in the world are sow discord, slander and harming people, are slick, argue with clever words, and lie and deceive people. After they die, they are directly thrown into the hell of the first level. A little ghost comes forward and comes with the mouth of the person, and his tongue is used to clamp his tongue.

And instead of pulling it out directly, it slowly lengthens, drags, and then pulls it out.

Go down one by one,

The second layer is the scissors hell, and the third layer is the iron tree hell...

The ninth floor is called the Hell of Oil Pot, and its real name is Wu Jingdu.

If Ling Zhi thought, he would naturally not agree with this view.

For example, the second layer of scissors hell actually punishes those who match the women who have died.

This is unreasonable, and compared with the education received by Ling Zhi, it can be said to be very ignorant.

But the name on the ninth floor of the Nine Netherworld and Eighteen Prisons is indeed Wu Jingdu.

With Ling Zhi's current soul, he did not spend too much exaggerated energy and successfully stepped into this hell.

When he imprinted his soul power on this layer of stone tablet, when Wu Jingdu's name appeared in his heart, the things that Ling Zhi had been looking forward to with a strong premonition were finally lifted away and presented to him.

The Nine Netherworld and Eighteen Prisons are indeed ancestral tools.

When Ling Zhi was even more surprised, the Nine Nether Eighteen Prison was actually born in the Nine Heavens Blue Lou Yellow Spring. It was born in the Nine Heavens Blue Lou Yellow Spring, but it was not integrated with the Blue Lou Yellow Spring.

One is the nine heavens, the other is the nine netherworld, one is the nine heavens, and the other is the nine abyss, and the other is the nine abyss. The opposition between each other is extremely obvious.

"Born in the blue and white spring... No wonder the Crying Blood Sword has always been familiar with Jiuyou Eighteen Prisons, both strange, friendly and hostile." Ling Zhi frowned,

"But since it was born in the Nine Heavens and the Yellow Springs, why did this Wuyao Fire go into the Nine Nether Eighteen Prisons by itself, and stay on this ninth floor, shining on the spot."

"Does Nine Netherworlds and Eighteen Prisons, Nine Heavens and Blue Waterfalls in the Yellow Spring, and does it have any connection with this Wuya Fire and this Wuya Sea?"

Ling Zhi was muttering to himself, and many thoughts emerged in his heart.
Chapter completed!