Douluo: Not short of money!

No wonder his father didn't see him off when he first came to the Killing City. It turned out that he went to ambush Ye Chen with his uncle and the others!

"What about Haotian Sect?"

Suddenly, Tang San thought of Haotian Sect.

My father and uncle were all wiped out, and the Haotian Sect no longer had a powerful Titled Douluo in charge. Could it be that...

"Haotian Sect? Why are you still keeping it? Naturally, it's completely cold!"

By the way, a large-scale soul bone auction was held at the Tiandou Auction House in Tiandou City a few days ago.

Eh? What are you staring at? Do you know that those soul bones were all contributed by people from your Haotian Sect? "

Although Tang San's eyes (purple magic light) could kill people at this time, to Ye Chen, this level of mental power attack was no more than a breeze blowing on his face.

"Originally, I came to the Slaughter City just to kill the King of Slaughter, but I didn't expect to hear the news about you. Tsk tsk~, God is not prepared to give you a chance!"

Touching his chin, Ye Chen continued: "Finally, I will give you a piece of news for free. The king of killing is Tang Chen, the long-missing member of your Haotian Sect! Haha~, the original 'invincible on land' has now been parasitized by a beast and turned into I became a vampire, no one would believe me if I told you!"

After saying that, Ye Chen stopped talking nonsense, the ninth soul ring on his body lit up, the shadow of the bamboo stick flew out, and hit Tang San on the forehead with the stick.

Of course, Ye Chen deliberately reduced the strength of the bamboo stick shadow. Otherwise, with just this stick, not to mention Tang San at the five-ring soul king level, even She Long at the nine-ring titled Douluo level would probably have his head shattered. Knock it out.

The ninth soul skill, the Eighteenth Level of Hell, hit Tang San, which also meant that Tang San's life had entered the final countdown.

After all, no five-ring soul king can be immune to a million-year spiritual attack.

If Tang San was someone like Meng Tianzun, Lord Dong Bo, Lord Luo D, or Controller Jida, Ye Chen would naturally not dare to have such an idea.

After all, those few are the elders who transcend time and space. They killed them when they were weak. What awaits Ye Chen is a big fight that spans the long river of time.

But Tang San in Douluo World, it's not that Ye Chen looks down on him... Oh no, it's just that he looks down on him!

Going against the long river of time, it is too tall for the soul masters of Douluo World, not even the Supreme God King.

After all, Douluo's world level was off by hundreds of millions of points.

After being hit with a stick on the forehead, the effect of the soul skill took effect, and Tang San fell into the illusion of eighteen levels of hell prepared by Ye Chen.

......

Changing his gaze, Tang San discovered that the scene around him was not the slightly dim stone houses of the Killing City, but that he was in an unknown space.

This place seems to be an underground space. There is no sky above the head. A few hundred meters above the ground, there are rock walls of unknown thickness.

There is a small piece of solid earth ten meters away under your feet, and ten meters away, the earth has cracked with countless cracks of different sizes. Hot magma rolls out, emitting pungent white smoke, and from time to time there are fires. The waves are coming.

It is precisely because of these rolling hot magma that this space is filled with fiery red.

Of course, the surrounding scenery is not the focus.

The important point is that he is tied up with a chain at this time, and beside him, there are four ferocious-looking, slightly thin green-skinned imps.

Of these four green-skinned brats, two were holding steel forks with barbs, while the other two had a pair of large pliers on their waist and a chain hanging behind their back.

Seeing these four ferocious-looking, green-skinned imps with pointed ears and no hair, wearing crotch wraps, and too ugly to be described in words, Tang San was almost frightened.

"Be honest and sit on it!"

Seeing that Tang San didn't take the initiative, Xu was a little impatient with the waiting. The chained kid pushed Tang San and pointed at a tiger bench not far away.

"This is where?"

Looking at the tiger bench not far in front of him, Tang San's whole body felt bad.

Although he had never seen a tiger stool before, it didn't look like a good thing at first glance, and there were black and red stains all over the stool. Could it be blood stains?

Could it be that these ugly green-skinned brats wanted to torture him?

"You ask where this is? Jie Jie~! Didn't you see it somewhere? This is tongue pulling hell!"

Listening to Tang San's question, the little chained ghost screamed, pointed to the huge stone tablet not far behind him with the words 'Tongue Pulling Hell' engraved on it, and said to him with a joking look on his face.

"Tongue pulling hell?"

In an instant, Tang San's eyes widened as he looked at the stone tablet. How did he end up in the legendary eighteenth level of hell in his previous life?

Could it be that he has died and his soul has gone to the underworld?

Well, it's not impossible. After all, Ye Chen is a Titled Douluo, so there is definitely no way for him to survive.

"Wait, why did I come to tongue-pulling hell?"

Suddenly, Tang San thought of a key point.

According to legend, isn't it true that only those who sow discord, lie, deceive, slander and harm others during their lifetime will go to the tongue-pulling hell after death? Why was he sent to tongue-pulling hell?

"Why did you come to the Tongue Pulling Hell? Jie Jie~, you lied!"

The pliers kid answered Tang San's question.

'Did I lie? I didn't lie! No, does it mean that I cheated on my father? ’

At this time, Tang San remembered that when Tang Hao asked him before why no one taught him why he knew the Tang Clan's secret art and the secret weapon making method, he lied that it was the old man with white beard who taught him in his dream.

This may be able to deceive Tang Hao, but the Lord of Hell and the Judge cannot be deceived. That's why he was sent to the tongue-pulling hell?

Just when Tang San was thinking like this, the two steel-forked brats didn't show any politeness to him and pushed him directly onto the tiger bench.

Then, the chain kid took off the chain hanging from his waist and locked Tang San tightly with the tiger bench.

It's not like Tang San didn't think about resisting, but unfortunately, despite the thin stature of these green-skinned brats, they were all extremely powerful, and he couldn't resist at all.

And somehow, he didn't have any soul power in his body, and even his physical fitness, which was originally far superior to ordinary people, became like ordinary people.

That's right, after all, he is dead and only his soul consciousness is left. Where can he get his soul power?

"Jie Jie——! Stick out your tongue!"

Seeing that everything was ready, Tang San was already chained to the tiger bench. The pliers kid picked up the big pliers fastened to his waist and ordered to Tang San.

Faced with the request from the Nipper Brat, Tang San naturally refused without hesitation.

Just kidding, if you ask me to stick out my tongue, I have to stick it out. How shameless is that?

Well, if you put down the big pliers in your hands, it doesn't hurt to show your face.

"Not cooperating? Jie Jie~, two steel fork brothers, come and help him!"

With a strange laugh, the pliers kid started to call the two steel-fork kid for help.