(Nine Layers of the Underworld of King Yama, with nine layers of King Yama palaces of different styles. Each Yama palace has hundreds and thousands of sub-palaces.
Each level of the King of Hell is in charge of different duties in the netherworld.
For example, some Yama halls are only responsible for interrogation; Some Yama palaces are only responsible for catching ghosts; Some Yama palaces are only responsible for reincarnation; Some Yama palaces are only responsible for the execution of the most evil spirits and ghosts.
-- Excerpted from Arthur, the great adventurer of the frontier of creation)
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The path of rebirth, the Palace of the Three Kings of Hell.
The netherworld is silent and deceptive. The ghost rings in smoke, the temple is shrouded in dark clouds. One by one, the spirits of the black ghosts, like the bleak autumn wind, float and drift, mournful and mournful, wail and wail, moving among the eaves of the houses of the ghost hall. These demons, though ordinary spirits, float in the palace of King Yama. When they see and listen, they will naturally retreat and give way.
Diting had a pair of fiery red eyes, completely disregarding these evil spirits and demons. However, the swirling black cloud of demonic energy before his eyes had no choice but to make Diting's pupils shrink significantly. Because the demonic aura was so thick, and it was entwined on the top of the great hall of the King Yama Palace in the path of Rebirth!
Outside the Hall of the Cleansing of the Spirits. The scale tiles and glazed tiles are as black as jade and as bright as pearls. Strings of tiles are layered, and rows of eaves are neatly arranged, turning a grand hall roof into a solemn and awe-inspiring court. Under the cornered eaves, four soap-lacquered doorposts were thick and solid, as red as blood. The blood-like pillars, veiled in a profusion of enchanting black smoke, add a touch of ghostly terror.
In front of the hall, a pair of black unicorn-horned beast reconstituted figures, like dragons in appearance and like horses in form. Taller than an elephant, stronger than a rhinoceros. The ferocious beast's face was covered with black, shiny horned scales. Two sharp, cold saber teeth, silver light shining to the eyes, killing to the soul. The bloodthirsty mouth was not yet open, and the lacquered eyes were not yet angry. A glance is chilling and terrifying. It seems to be about to spew out blood at an instant, brutally tearing people apart. It is as if the iron-faced ferocity is standing guard at the entrance of the main hall on behalf of King Yama, exuding the sacred and inviolable majesty of the netherworld.
Under the huge, blade-like scales and claws, three corpses of evil spirits that have not been transformed for all time lie feebly beneath the fierce, black-lacquer claws of the divine beast, as if they are about to turn over and struggle. But the unicorn-horned beast is upright and strict in law enforcement. No evil spirit, no remnant of the netherworld will be spared. Crush him tightly between his sharp claws and fingers, subjecting him to the unchanging prison law of all ages.
Feng Ning and the other sat quietly on Di Ting's back, trembling all over. Waves of cold air crept from the dark unicorn-horned scales towards Feng Ning and the others. The two of them felt the cold to the bone, their hearts pounding and almost shivering at the same time. Each thought: Get out of this godforsaken place quickly!
Listen carefully, walk slowly up the steps, and look into the secluded place. On a dark cloud plaque, three ancient and square characters of the netherworld were carved: The Hall of the Washed Spirits.
The soap door of the Washing-Ling Hall was open like blood. High threshold, blood-red like a spring, blocking the way. Listen carefully, as if treading on thin ice, a pair of looking divine eyes, fiery red and clear, as if searching for the ghostly slaughter hidden in the darkness.
"Diting, what are we doing in the Yama Palace? I hate it here. It's dark and scary. Let's go!" Ningxiang looked sideways at Kellen on her delicate little face, as if pleading desperately to leave this godforsaken place.
"Here live your old friends. Let's come and see if they're still there." Listen as you enter the door. In the door were the four statues of the fiercess, the mighty giants, with their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open, standing on either side. Magic weapons in hand: Soul Summoning banner, Soul Stabilizing hammer, Soul Locking Hook, Soul Leaving Rope.
With feet on evil spirits and hands on demons and monsters. A blood-red face with black lines like a leopard. Muscular, bulging arms, revealing half of the chest. A tuft of heart-protective hair, thick and dense. A dark blue corset that locks up the culottes. The black skirt did not cover the curly, thick, bloodthirsty legs. Under the large, smooth, barefoot feet was the little brat, bowing his head to the ground. Kellen, who had never been here before, looked up and shivered all over. A pair of hands clung to Ningxiang even more tightly.
"Listen, don't you find it strange? Why are there none of the guards who used to stand here? I guess it must have been killed by the Prince of the Seven Ghosts! Since there is no supernatural protection, I'm sure my three old friends of the King of Hell are already in danger. So it's best for us to get out of here quickly. Besides, we're going to the netherworld beyond the eighteenth level of hell, not here. Hurry up and don't waste my time." Ningxiang, after a few twists and turns, still wanted to leave this place of trouble at once.
"Have you forgotten that one moment underground, one moment above ground, how could time be wasted?" Listen, not wanting to talk much, just keep moving forward. For Diting, the three Kings of the netherworld are not only old neighbors but also old friends. How could he stand by and do nothing?
"What if I run into the Seventh Prince of Ghosts? Could it be that you came on purpose to see the Seventh Prince of Ghosts? You can't be his accomplice, can you?" Ningxiang knew clearly that Diting was not an accomplice of the Seventh Prince of Ghosts, but she pouted and said so.
"Um."
Listen to a long "um" as a perfunctory response to Ningxiang's question. Then he said, "Kellen, show the magic sword in your hand. Be on guard."
"Are we really here for the Seventh Prince of Ghosts?" As Kellen spoke, a green, flashing magic sword was already in his hand.
"No, we are here to look for the Three Kings of the Netherworld!" "Listen carefully.
"True as Ningxiang said, if the seventh Prince of Ghosts were to plunder everything here, would King Yama still exist?" "Kellen asked.
"It must exist because I've sensed them and they can sense me too. As far as I guess, they are just under forced threat and temporarily trapped here." "Listen carefully.
"Trapped here? Who has that much ability?" "Kellen said.
"Prince Ghost Seven." Listen carefully.
"Prince of the Ghost Seven? Is he a ghost? Is he a demon? Why are the three Kings of Hell trapped?" Kellen.
"Prince of the Seventh Ghost, I've only heard of his name but never met him. I guess he must be related to the magic star I just saw, but I can't be sure for now." But one thing is certain. In the past, the identities and positions of the three Kings of the Underworld, even if the Demon Lord came in person, would not dare to kill them. You know, if the path of rebirth is destroyed and the spirits of all creatures cannot be reborn, what a terrifying thing it would be! If the Demon Lord wants to exert his ambition and hegemony, he must rely on the path of rebirth to give him a helping hand!" Listen carefully.
"But the three Kings of Hell will not agree to help, will they?" Kellen.
"Why do you say that?" Listen carefully.
"Look at the majesty of the sacred beast and the iron face of the ghost messenger. Surely the three Kings of Hell must be a master who enforces the law impartially, is impartial, and disregards his own relatives. To get the help of such a King of Hell is probably more difficult than ascending to the heavens." Kellen.
"No, they wouldn't be so harsh on me!" Ningxiang pouted her lips and glanced at Kellen. Kellen was gone, an empty figure, but still sat behind Ningxiang. "Huh? Are you invisible?"
"Yes, I'm afraid there won't be many people in the world who are fierce towards you." "Kellen laughed.
"Well said, the three Kings of Hell are truly unyielding and upright. Therefore, we must save them even more. Otherwise, the suffering in hell is not something everyone can endure. Even if he were the King of Hell, he would probably not be able to bear it either." "Listen carefully.
"So, we must do it before they lose patience! Right?" Kellen.
"Not bad." Listen carefully. "I never thought the Kellen brothers were so smart that they guessed about seven or eight out of ten of what I was thinking."
"You're overrewarding me, I just think. Since we are friends, of course saving lives is of the utmost importance. So I think..." As Kellen said this, Diting interrupted:
"So you want to sneak into the inner chamber alone to save someone?"
"Exactly." Kellen was astonished that Diting actually knew what Kellen was thinking.
"Absolutely not! The land of the gods and ghosts, the illusory life, the terrain is unfamiliar to you. I'm afraid that if you appear in it, you won't be able to get out. No one leads the way, and if you happen to get lost, wouldn't that be even more of a mistake?" Listen carefully.
"Brother Wind, don't you know the wall of ghosts?" Ningxiang turned her face to ask.
"What a ghost wall?" Kellen was puzzled.
"Here? Look, how could a good road ahead be gone?" Ningxiang stretched out her pale little finger and pointed to the original main hall road, which was indeed blocked by a black high wall.
"Huh?" Is this your trick?" Kellen is strange, too.
"It's a good trick, but it's not mine!" Ningxiang pouted her lips and said, "This trick is a ghost! That's why it's called "Ghost Wall"! It seems we're in trouble, don't you listen?"
"I'm afraid it's not a small trouble!" Diting had already sensed the thick demonic aura around them, and it seemed that the demons had discovered them. In fact, the demons are in the dark and they are in the light, so it's easy to spot them.
"Listen, what do you think of me turning into a little mosquito?" Ningxiang giggled.
"At a critical moment, how dare you laugh?" "Kellen said.
"She wasn't joking! This little rascal wants to turn into a little mosquito and hide in my ear hole, doesn't he?" "Listen carefully.
"Not bad! But I've changed my mind again!" Ningxiang had transformed into a little mosquito in her words and actually got into Kellen's ear, giggling and saying, "Hehe... Surprised, isn't it? I'll be invisible too!"
"Alas! Keep your voice down! It makes my ears hurt!" Kellen suddenly felt that this shrewess was a threat to her, always coming up with strange ways to play tricks on people.
"I'm going to be loud! I must be loud! Hehe... See what you do!" Ningxiang gave a mischievous laugh.
"What should I do? Dig your ears, get you out! Then, throw it to those little devils and see if they don't eat you up!" Kellen gave a scare and, indeed, managed to scare Ningxiang.
"Ah! No, no. If I stop talking, Wind will spare me, okay?" The petite voice really had a touch of endearing pleading.
"Hey! What a clever guy!" "Kellen laughed.
"Giggle... Actually, I know that even if I keep talking and laughing, you'll still be reluctant to throw me away, right? Giggle..." Ningxiang's hearty laughter never changed. Even if another battle between humans and ghosts is about to begin, Ningxiang will not care at all. In her opinion, Brother Wind is the one and only guardian deity in the world. Even if she couldn't protect him, it would be a good thing to live and die with him.
"Hey! What a clever guy! He can actually read my mind. Look, I won't throw you to the evil spirit to eat!" "Kellen laughed.
"Throw it! You throw! As long as you dare to throw, I dare to let the evil spirit eat me up and see who dares to be Brother Wind's sister then! Giggle..." Sweet laughter, like silver bells, rang in Kellen's ears. Kellen was just helpless in her heart, knowing that her sister was powerful and there was nothing she could do about her strange temper. But it was sweet and beautiful in her heart. With such a smart and well-behaved sister, how could one not love her twice as much?