Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

Entering the Hell of Sin Mirror, it is filled with strange fog.

A huge mirror of evil stood in the center, surrounded by countless struggling souls.

The mirror reflects the sins of a sinner's entire life, and those sinful scenes are vivid.

The souls were bound by the scenes in the mirror, as if all their strength was drained away, and they collapsed to the ground.

Suddenly, countless black tentacles stretched out from the ground, tightly wrapped around the souls, and dragged them into the mirror.

Bursts of shrill screams came from the mirror, as if it was a horrible abyss that could devour the soul.

The steamer hell is steaming hot, and the huge steamers are like small hills.

The sinner struggled frantically in the steamer, banging his head against the wall, making dull "bang bang" sounds, but he could not escape.

In the Copper Pillar Hell, the red-hot copper pillars shine with a dazzling red light.

The sinner was driven by evil spirits and hugged the bronze pillar naked.

In an instant, a sizzling sound came from the place where the flesh touched the copper pillar, and green smoke rose.

The sinner screamed and tried to break free, but his body was firmly attached to the bronze pillar.

But they still cannot die and can only continue to endure this purgatory in endless pain.

Hell of Knife Mountain, a towering knife mountain comes into view.

The blades were facing upwards, extremely sharp, and each knife shone with the cold light of death.

The sinners were ruthlessly thrown onto the mountain of knives, and their bodies were cut into pieces as soon as they touched the blades.

Blood flowed along the blade and gathered into rivers of blood, and the struggling figures of the criminals on the mountain of knives were like ants played by fate, unable to fight back under this cruel punishment.

In the iceberg hell, the cold is bone-chilling and can freeze the soul.

The fierce wind blew violently, each gust was as sharp as a knife, cutting through the skin and leaving invisible scars.

The sinners were stripped of their clothes and exposed naked on the boundless ice field, becoming helpless victims of the harsh laws of nature.

Their bodies quickly lost temperature under the attack of extreme cold, and their skin first turned into a deep purple, and then began to be covered with tiny cracks like fragile porcelain.

It fell on the solid ice, making a crisp and heart-pounding sound, like the last elegy of life, echoing in this dead silent ice area.

Every crisp sound is a silent accusation of past sins and a silent protest against this extremely cold hell, but in the end, it is swallowed up by the endless cold and returns to nothingness.

Oil pan hell, huge oil pans are bubbling with boiling hot oil.

The sinner was thrown into the oil pan, and with a "sizzle", his body was instantly covered by hot oil.

Some sinners tried to climb out of the oil pan, but were stabbed back by the ghost messenger with long forks. The boiling oil splashed on their faces. Their screams were drowned out by the boiling sound of the oil pan, and only endless pain was left in the oil pan.

In the Niukeng Hell, a group of ferocious bison were running and trampling madly.

The sinners were thrown into bull pits, where wild bulls gored them with their sharp horns and trampled their bodies with their hooves.

The sinner was thrown into the air and then fell heavily. His whole body seemed to fall apart and he was in great pain.

The bison continued to charge, with bloodthirsty gleams in their eyes, as if they were tireless.

In the Stone-Crushing Hell, huge rocks are suspended in the air.

The sinners were placed on the ground, and stones fell down with a loud bang as the evil spirits chanted spells.

Some sinners had only part of their bodies crushed; they struggled and cried out in agony under the stones, but were unable to escape this deadly oppression.

He could only watch helplessly as his body suffered endless pain under the weight of the boulder.

Mortar Hell, the huge mortar exudes the breath of death.

The sinners were thrown into the mortar, and the ghost officials controlled the huge pestle, pounding it again and again.

Every impact was accompanied by a scream. The sound echoed in the mortar like the death knell, announcing the passing of life.

In the hell of wrongful death, wronged souls wander around, their eyes filled with anger and resentment.

When sinners are dragged in, they are surrounded by countless wronged souls.

The wronged souls scratched the sinners with their hands and tore their bodies with their teeth.

The sinner's body was covered in deep scratches and bite marks, and was covered in blood.

Their souls seemed to be eroded by the resentment of the wronged souls, and they fell into endless fear and despair, being tortured to a point where life was worse than death in this ocean of wronged souls.

In the Hell of Punishment, there are all kinds of cruel torture instruments.

The sinners were tied to the rack, and the evil spirits branded them with red-hot irons and whipped them with barbed whips.

Every punishment here exceeds the limit of what humans can bear, and the sinners scream in pain.

It's like a symphony played in hell, full of death and despair.

Volcanic hell, burning volcanoes spewing magma.

The sinners were thrown into the crater and the magma instantly submerged them.

They struggled in the magma and their bodies melted quickly.

Some sinners tried to float out of the lava, but were hit by rocks ejected by the volcano.

Sinking once again into the boiling sea of ​​death, their souls let out their final wail under the scorching heat of the magma.

In the stone mill hell, huge stone mills turn slowly.

The sinners were thrown into the millstone, and as the millstone turned, their bodies were crushed bit by bit.

The "creaking" sound of the stone mill seemed to be telling the tragic fate of the sinners, and their screams also reflected the extreme pain they felt in this cruel crushing.

The last is the saw hell, where huge saws flash coldly in the darkness.

The criminals were tied to the sawing machine, and the saw started to saw down from the middle of their bodies. The scene was extremely horrifying.

The sinners struggled in extreme pain, but could not break free of the horrible bondage. They could only watch themselves being tortured, their souls being completely torn apart under this tragic punishment.

The King of Hell had a solemn expression on his face as he led Ye Chen and the other two forward with difficulty in the extremely terrifying Eighteen Levels of Hell. Every step seemed to be stepping on the suffering of countless souls.

In this vast land ruthlessly woven with blood and wailing, Ye Chen and Xiao Lingtian took heavy steps, moving unswervingly towards the deep and unknown place of Yinshan Mountain.

The legendary scene of hell was vividly displayed before their eyes, and even they couldn't help but be shocked.

Ye Chen's eyes seemed to be ignited by flames, shining as the brightest stars in the night sky. He tried to push aside the thick and chaotic veil of darkness in front of him and peek into the truth hidden behind it.

Every breath was accompanied by the violent rise and fall of the chest, and the chill in the air was like a sharp ice blade.

It climbed all the way from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, causing his hair to stand upright in the wind, as if even his soul was frozen by this coldness.

“Is this… really the entrance to hell?”

Ye Chen murmured secretly in his heart. The scene before him was too shocking. It was as if the dark abyss in the deepest part of the universe was brutally torn apart, pouring endless fear and despair onto this land without reservation.

Everything around them seemed so unreal, yet it hurt their senses so vividly, reminding them that this was not a dream but a cruel reality that they had to face.

Such a scene is both a test of will and a tempering of faith.