"This is the oil pot hell. Going through this hell can squeeze out all the possessive desires in your heart. It is a great treasure for the ghost cultivation in the world. Today is your turn to be squeezed. It is really a great blessing. Why are you still standing there?

Come in quickly!"

He turned around and walked on the shore dragging the chain, but all the ghost soldiers on the shore were holding steel forks and looking at Du Kang with a ferocious smile, obviously not prepared to let him pass on the shore.

"That's fine, I've always been interested in the way of ghosts and immortals. Today I'm going to taste the feeling of being squeezed out by the gods."

Du Kang laughed and stepped out towards the oil pan lake. He actually didn't sink into the oil. He walked on the oil with his feet stepping on the hot oil, and walked towards the other side step by step.

When the ghosts in the oil pan saw that Du Kang did not touch any oil, they swarmed towards him as if they had seen the only life-saving straw in their lives.

A group of ghosts gathered around Du Kang. One after another, charred palms stretched out from the sea of ​​oil and grabbed Du Kang's ankles. They wanted to grab him and leave this painful hell. Even if they failed, they still wanted to pull Du Kang down and let him come with him.

Taste the pain of being squeezed by oil.

The golden Buddha fire emerged from the underworld, and all ghosts that dared to touch Du Kang were like flammable candles. Even if they were in a sea of ​​oil, they were burned to ashes by the Buddha fire.

Even so, the group of ghosts still swam toward Du Kang one after another, just to grab a glimmer of hope that never existed.

When Du Kang, who was giving birth to golden lotus step by step, walked out of the oil pot hell and stepped onto the shore, what he saw was Niu Tou's gloomy face. He stared at Du Kang for a while and then said viciously.

"The practice in the Oil Pot Hell is over. I think you can't wait to enter the next hell. Come with me."

Niu Tou was minding his own business and walked in front, grabbing the chain. Du Kang closed his eyes and experienced the subtle changes in his spirit after walking past the oil pot. He showed a knowing smile at the corner of his mouth and continued to walk forward.

After turning a mountain pass ahead again, an iceberg suddenly appeared in front of the road.

On the iceberg where the cold wind is howling, there are ghosts in ragged clothes, climbing on the sharp iceberg. Their ghosts are blue and blue from the cold, and their movements are frozen stiff.

From time to time, ghosts accidentally fell from the mountains and collided on the cliffs in the rugged area. They were eventually smashed to pieces and became part of the broken ghost corpses under the cliff.

"This is hell on ice. Going through this hell can eliminate all kinds of distracting thoughts in the underworld and make it as quiet as ice crystals. Please go up the mountain."

Niutou's body flew up into the air, pulling on the chain to pull Du Kang up the iceberg. Du Kang still had a faint smile on his lips and strode upwards...

After that, Du Kang successfully passed through the iceberg, mountain of knives, sea of ​​fire, iron pillar, punishment... and other eighteen kinds of hells, and followed the bull head in front of him to a palace with a refreshed mind.

In the eerie and strange hall, a huge minotaur with a height of ten feet and wearing an emperor's robe is sitting on the throne. Minotaur ghost soldiers one or two feet tall are like ministers, standing on both sides of the hall, looking fiercely.

Keep an eye on Du Kang.

Just listen to the huge tauren shouting loudly like a bell.

"Since you have seen the Ghost King, why don't you worship him?"
Chapter completed!