Chapter 735: Infinite Hell

"You can talk if you want to, but you have to be able to withstand this ghostly thorn whip!" The gray-clothed man grinned grinningly and raised his arms violently.

The black long whip turned into a thick black shadow, and flew out like a poisonous dragon, lashing towards Han Li's face.

Before the shadow of the whip arrived, a bone-piercing force came across his face, almost piercing Han Li's face.

Han Li stood there quietly, showing no intention of dodging.

The shadow of the black whip stopped at a short distance from his face, and the sharp tip of the whip was only inches away from his eyes.

Han Li looked at the black whip in front of him calmly, without blinking his eyes.

"With some guts, it's no wonder that Lord Yin Cui will personally arrest you. Since you are a first-time offender, this whip will spare you, and it won't be so cheap if you dare to talk too much." The gray-clothed man took a deep look at Han Li, With a flick of his wrist, he put away the black long whip and continued to walk forward.

Han Li's eyes flickered slightly, he stepped up to follow, and did not speak again.

"Fellow Daoist Li, it's better not to confront them if the heroes don't suffer from immediate losses." Shi Chuankong approached Han Li and said in a faint voice.

Han Li nodded.

He spoke suddenly just now, and he didn't act impulsively, but wanted to test the attitude of the gray-clothed man towards him.

Yin Kuan and You Luo's attitude towards him made him feel a little inexplicably uneasy.

After what happened just now, Han Li had some confidence in his heart.

The group of people walked forward for a certain distance, and a huge space appeared in front of them, where the temperature in the air suddenly became hotter.

This is an underground plaza similar to the previous ring-shaped building. The furnaces are burning fiercely, exuding billowing heat.

The air here seems to be burning, taking a breath, the heart and lungs seem to be licked by the flames.

Stone pillars stood above the square, and a prisoner was tied to each stone pillar.

The bodies of these prisoners were burnt red from the flames, and they let out screams.

Standing beside them were some supervisors in gray clothes, holding something like a jug, pouring a milky white liquid into the mouths of some dying prisoners from time to time.

After the prisoners who were dying were poured into the white liquid, their breath would recover a bit, and they would continue to be roasted by the flames here.

When Han Li and the others saw this scene, their complexions changed slightly.

"Hey, boy, since you have the guts to take a whip from me just now, I will explain it to you. This is the first level of purgatory in the nine-level dungeon. Enjoy it." The gray-clothed man glanced at Han Li and the others. Said with a grin.

"My lord!" Some supervisors nearby hurriedly bowed to salute when they saw the big man in gray.

The big man in gray waved his hands to these people, and led Han Li to continue walking forward, and soon came to a downward staircase, and soon came to the lower floor.

There is also a huge square on this floor, but the squares are black pools, exuding a biting cold atmosphere.

Prisoners were soaked in the black pool at this moment. These prisoners were pale, trembling all over, and screaming pitifully.

"This floor is the Cold Prison." The gray-clothed man said casually, and then led a few people past the square here, and came to a downward staircase again, to the third floor.

There are also some pools on the square on the third floor, but what is filled in them is not water, but some poisonous snakes and scorpions.

Prisoners were driven into these poisonous insects one by one, suffering from the pain of snake bites.

Then the fourth floor, the fifth floor, the sixth floor...

The gray-clothed man seemed to want to let Han Li and the others see clearly, and walked through each floor with a few people.

Prisoners on every floor were enduring incomparably severe pain, some of which even Han Li had never heard of or seen before.

Hu San, Shi Chuankong and the others looked a little pale.

It took half an hour for the group to finally arrive at the ninth floor of the dungeon.

Contrary to Han Li's expectations, there are no stoves, cold pools and other things to torture the prisoners on the ninth floor. There are only cells here, which look quite neat.

However, the evil aura here is extremely strong, several times that of the upper layers, and it can be seen with the naked eye, with bursts of gray mist floating everywhere.

Moreover, the evil spirit here is also different from ordinary evil spirits, with a sense of fierceness added. During the rolling of evil spirits, some vague voices can be heard vaguely, like ghosts crying at night.

As soon as the five of Han Li stepped into this floor, their entire bodies seemed to be pierced by thousands of steel needles, and their complexions changed completely.

Seeing the appearance of Han Li and the others, the gray-clothed man sneered a few times, and continued to walk deeper without stopping.

There are not many cells here, only twenty or thirty, most of them are still vacant, and only a small half of the cells hold some prisoners.

And on the entire ninth floor, not a single guard could see it, and the prisoners kept silent, and there was a dead silence everywhere.

"Go in!" The gray-clothed man opened five cages and imprisoned Han Li and the other five.

"This is the ninth floor of Infernal Prison. For the rest of the time, you can stay here and enjoy yourself." The gray-clothed man grinned a few times, as if he didn't want to stay here any longer, and immediately turned and left.

Han Li watched this person leave, frowning slightly, and looked around carefully.

He can still bear the pain of evil spirits invading his body here.

After a few glances, his complexion suddenly changed slightly, and he let out a slight snort.

There is nothing in the cell here, just an ordinary prison with some ordinary restrictions.

Han Li and the others can only walk now, and cannot exert their strength. This kind of prison is enough to imprison them.

The prison here is the kind of barred cage that makes it easy to see the prisoners in other prisons.

All the prisoners held here are extremely extraordinary.

Although Han Li's celestial power was sealed, his spiritual eyes were still there, and his eyesight was still extremely sharp.

These people's cultivation bases are extremely high, and the worst ones are at the Golden Immortal level, and nearly half of them are Taiyi Realm existences.

And these prisoners are not only from various races in the gray world, but two of them, like them, are from the real fairy world.

"Fellow Daoist Li, did you find anything?" These cells were connected to each other, and Shi Chuankong was imprisoned next to Han Li. Hearing Han Li's slight sigh, he leaned over quietly and asked softly.

Han Li didn't hide anything, and told Shi Chuankong what he saw.

"Fellow Daoist Li, are we really going to die here? You have so many tricks, can you find a way out?" Shi Chuankong glanced at the two true immortals, then looked away, obviously not caring, and said softly Discussed the escape strategy.

"The fairy power in our bodies has been imprisoned. Now it is not much different from ordinary people. This is the bottom of the prison. I don't have any means to escape." Han Li said with a wry smile.

"Hehe, it's so naive to even want to escape when you come to the prison." At this moment, an indifferent voice came from the side.

Han Li and Shi Chuankong's complexion changed slightly, and they turned their heads to look, but the voice came from a cell not far away.

In that prison cell was a skinny man with disheveled hair, and extinguished black scales could be seen on the exposed parts of his arms, ankles, etc. He seemed to be some kind of alien from the gray world.

This person couldn't see his face, but his ears were extremely long, almost hanging down to his shoulders, and he seemed to have extraordinary hearing.

Han Li looked at the man, his eyes fell on the man's big ears.

Their spiritual consciousness was sealed and they couldn't use the sound transmission technique. He and Shi Chuankong had just kept his voice down to the lowest level. No wonder this person still listened to him.

"Who is your Excellency? Why do you say that?" Han Li frowned slightly and asked.

"Where do you think this prison is?" The long-eared man didn't answer Han Li's question, and asked back with a sneer.

Hu San, Mo Guang, and Baili Yan also looked over when they heard the voice.

"Isn't this a prison of the Jiuyou Clan?" Shi Chuankong said strangely.

"Prison, haha! You don't even know where you guys came from..." The long-eared man laughed loudly.

"What do you mean by that?" Shi Chuankong said in a deep voice with an ugly expression.

"A group of rookies, let me tell you that this prison is the place where the Jiuyou clan refines high-level puppets. All the prisoners locked here are the raw materials that will be used to refine puppets." The long-eared man Glancing at Shi Chuankong mockingly, he sneered.

When Shi Chuankong heard the words, his complexion changed.

Han Li frowned slightly, but he didn't show any overly surprised expression.

He had seen the situation in the puppet refining castle before, and he had already had a premonition just after he came all the way.

"You should have seen the situation on each floor when you came down from the top. There is a preliminary body tempering for the prisoners to facilitate the subsequent refining. From the moment you were caught in the dungeon, you have already Doomed to become a slave of the Jiuyou clan, don't even think about escaping!" The long-eared man said, his expression suddenly became agitated, and he roared hoarsely.

"Slave..." Shi Chuankong and the others became extremely ugly when they heard what the long-eared man said.

"Yes, you are slaves. You will soon be the string dolls of the Jiuyou clan. They will control you all your life and play with them in the palm of your hand." After the long-eared man roared, his whole body seemed to be drained of strength, leaning on his back. On the cell, he said numbly.

"Tell me clearly, what's going on?" Shi Chuankong asked coldly with a livid face.

He is the young master of Guangyuanzhai, with a noble status and a proud body. If he is going to become a slave to the mermaid in the future, he would rather choose to die.

The long-eared man seemed to have lost interest, no matter how Shi Chuankong asked, he would not reply.

"This fellow Taoist seems to know quite a lot about the puppet art of the Jiuyou Clan. I have investigated a puppet fortress in Baixue District, and the situation inside is indeed somewhat similar to the upper floors." Han Li looked at the long-eared man, Said slowly.

The long-eared man moved his eyes and glanced at Han Li, but he still didn't intend to speak.

"The puppet art of the Jiuyou clan is the best in the gray world. The puppets refined in the Baixue area are just some powerful and poor puppets. There are no ghost worms planted in their bodies. After they are trained into puppets, their own consciousness basically disappears. , that would be a pleasure, you who were brought here are different, you will soon be implanted with ghost worms, you can't control your life and death, you can only be enslaved by the Jiuyou clan forever." An old voice came from another cell When it came, it was an old man with white hair.

This person is also a gray world alien, his facial features are no different from Han Li's and the others, his face is full of sullenness, and his aura is overwhelming.

However, there is a long black snake tail behind the old man, and it is unknown what ethnic group it is.

"Ghost worm? What is that?" Han Li looked at the white-haired old man and asked.

Shi Chuankong and the others also looked in the direction of the old man.