Evil Tattoo: The Ten Great Yama Tattoos at the Beginning

The evil spirits and ghosts in the eighteen levels of hell are definitely more difficult to deal with and more difficult to coax.

After thinking about it, Lin Yuan felt that only Zhang Jiao, the headmaster of Taiping Dao, was the most suitable.

Even in history, Zhang Jiao is a somewhat mythical figure.

Lin Yuan used the ability of turning the roulette wheel to summon the souls of outstanding people who were in charge of teaching, and what was summoned was the deified Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao, who was already somewhat mythical, was deified through the roulette wheel. Lin Yuan believed that Zhang Jiao would definitely lead the evil spirits of the eighteen levels of hell to rebel.

"I've met the Taoist Master!" Lin Yuan bowed to the soul of the Taoist Master.

The old man in the yellow Taoist robe smiled slightly at Lin Yuan and said: "The old Taoist already knows your purpose, so let the old Taoist go through these eighteen levels of hell!"

"In that case, thank you so much, Taoist Priest!" Lin Yuan thanked him.

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At the end of the small hell on the 18th floor, there is an ancient huge black door, which is a full hundred meters high.

This door seems to be made of rotten wood, but it has existed since the time when the World Honored One established the Eighteen-Level Small Hell and the Eighteen-Level Great Hell.

It has existed for an unknown number of years.

It has been countless years. Logically speaking, this wooden door should have decayed long ago, right?

"Wood that looks rotten, but can survive for a long time?" Lin Yuan murmured, and suddenly something came to his mind.

That's right, what he was thinking of was the two withered, immortal and extremely strong old trees on Tiebei Mountain when he was dealing with the Tiebei Taoist.

The wood of this door seemed to be exactly the same as the wood of the two big trees.

"Could it be that the World Honored One cut down similar big trees? Use their wood to make these two gates?" Lin Yuan thought in his heart.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan tentatively moved towards the two huge wooden doors.

However, the moment Lin Yuan's hand touched the wooden door, his hand actually passed through the wooden door.

If you look at this wooden door with the naked eye, it really exists.

But when you touch it with your hands, it turns into nothingness.

Moreover, when Lin Yuan's hand touched the wooden door, he felt as if his soul and body were separated from his arm.

No wonder, according to those yakshas, ​​only the soul can enter these eighteen levels of hell, not the body.

If you want to forcefully pass through this door, your soul and body will automatically separate when you pass through the door.

At that time, there will only be a scene where the soul enters the eighteenth level of the great hell and the body remains in the eighteenth level of the small hell.

After feeling the feeling of separation between soul and body on his arm, Lin Yuan quickly withdrew his arm.

The power of faith alone had already tortured him to death, and Lin Yuan did not dare to take any more risks.

The rebellion work in these eighteen levels of hell should be handled by Zhang Jiao.

"Please give Taoist priest a try!" Lin Yuan said to Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao smiled slightly and said, "Old Taoist, go!"

Zhang Jiao strode towards the rotten wood door without any hesitation.

The moment the headmaster touched the rotten wood door, his figure completely disappeared.

After passing through the rotten wood gate, Zhang Jiao came to the eighteenth level of hell.

This is a world belonging to the soul. Looking around, there is a dark world everywhere.

Zhang Jiao's hearing was very keen, and he could vaguely hear bursts of wailing coming from ahead.

"Are the souls of the aborigines suffering?" Zhang Jiao probably guessed what was going on ahead.

At this time, a group of yakshas had noticed Zhang Jiao, the uninvited guest, and had surrounded him.

Of course, the Yaksha in these eighteen levels of hell is just the Yaksha in the soul state.

Zhang Jiao, who was surrounded by these yakshas, ​​did not panic at all. He smiled slightly, made a seal in his hand, pointed diagonally in the air, and said loudly: "Thunder Lord, help me!"

The voice just fell.

Just listen....

"Crack!"

A dark bolt of lightning pierced the sky and hit the Yaksha group directly. The thunder and lightning spread quickly.

"Crackling."

"Crackling."

These yakshas were constantly struggling and tortured in the bursts of thunder and lightning, and then turned into ashes.

Zhang Jiao is best at stealing the power of heaven and earth. Although the eighteen levels of small hell are just ghosts, they are not the real heaven and earth.

However, Zhang Jiao was still able to steal the power of this ghost for his own use.

The Yin Thunder that killed these Yakhas just now was formed by the power of this ghost gathered by the Headmaster.

After all these yakshas were killed, Zhang Jiao transformed himself into one of the yakshas.

However, this is not enough.

The eighteen levels of hell are more closed than the eighteen levels of small hell. There is no contact with the outside world. There are so many yakshas missing, and they must not be able to hide it.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiao grabbed a handful of gravel from the ground and threw it casually.

These stones fell on the ground and after being stained with soil, they actually began to grow rapidly and became larger. Finally, they all turned into the appearance of Yaksha just now.

Spreading beans and forming soldiers was once again Zhang Jiao's specialty.

However, what he transformed this time was not a yellow turban warrior, but a yaksha.

Zhang Jiao led these stone yakshas towards the depths of the eighteenth level of hell.

Soon, they met another group of Yaksha.

"What's the situation? Why did the boundary gate move just now?" Leader Yaksha asked.

It turns out that the dark rotten wood door is called the boundary door here.

Just now, when the headmaster passed through the realm gate, the Yasha leader here noticed abnormal energy fluctuations and sent out manpower to investigate.

Unfortunately, those Yashas who went to investigate were all killed by Zhang Jiao's lightning as soon as they met.

"Nothing unusual was found, but as soon as we arrived there, a thunder fell from the sky."

"Perhaps, something happened in the eighteenth floor of the small hell above, which triggered a chain reaction!" Zhang Jiao reacted quickly and immediately thought of a way to deal with it.

Yasha's IQ was obviously not high, so Zhang Jiao's words easily deceived him.

When the Yasha leader comes, as long as there is no problem with their eighteenth level of hell, the rest of the problems are not theirs to take care of.

"All right!"

"Then continue to torture them. By the way, no new prisoners have come down for a long time!" said the Yaksha leader.

After passing through the eighteenth level of small hell, they will be beheaded and sent to the eighteenth level of large hell to continue to be tortured.

Once you enter the eighteenth level of hell, there is really nowhere to escape.

These souls imprisoned in the eighteen levels of hell are trapped here forever and ever, life after life.

They can only suffer endless torture, and there is no other choice.