"You can talk, but you have to be able to withstand this Ghost Thorn Whip!" The grey-robed man laughed sinisterly and raised his arm.
The long black whip turned into a thick black shadow and shot out like a poisonous dragon towards Han Li's face.
Before the shadow of the whip arrived, a bone-piercing sharp energy came towards Han Li, almost piercing through his skin.
Han Li calmly stood there without the slightest intention of dodging.
The black whip stopped a few inches away from his face, and the sharp tip was only a few inches away from his eyes.
Han Li calmly looked at the long black whip in front of him, not even blinking his eyes.
"You have some guts, no wonder Lord Yin Chi personally came to arrest you.
Seeing that it's your first offence, I'll let you off with this whip. If you dare to say anything else, you won't get off so easily. "
The grey-robed man looked deeply at Han Li, shook his wrist, put away the long black whip, and continued to walk forward.
Han Li's eyes flashed slightly, and he followed without saying anything.
"Fellow Daoist Han Li, a wise man knows better than to fight when the odds are against him. It's better not to get into conflict with them." Shi Chuankong approached Han Li and said in an almost inaudible voice.
Han Li nodded.
He suddenly spoke just now, not because he was impulsive, but because he wanted to test the grey-robed man's attitude towards him.
Yin Chi and You Luo's attitude towards him made him feel inexplicably uneasy.
After what happened just now, Han Li had some confidence in his heart.
The group walked forward for a distance, and a huge space appeared in front of them. The temperature of the air here suddenly became scorching hot.
This was an underground plaza similar to the ring-shaped building from before, and there were many furnaces burning fiercely, emitting a high temperature.
The air here seemed to be burning, and taking a breath would make one's heart and lungs feel like they were being licked by flames.
There were many stone pillars in the plaza, and a prisoner was tied to each stone pillar.
These prisoners were roasted red by the flames, and they let out miserable screams.
At the side stood a grey-robed supervisor, holding something that looked like a water bottle. From time to time, they would pour a milky white liquid into the mouths of the prisoners who were on the verge of death.
After the prisoners on the verge of death were poured into the white liquid, their auras would recover a little, and they would continue to endure the roasting of the flames here.
When Han Li and the others saw this, their expressions changed slightly.
"Hehe, kid, since you had the guts to take my whip just now, I'll explain it to you. This is the first level of the Nine Hell Prison, Purgatory. Enjoy it." The grey-robed man glanced at Han Li and the others and said with a hideous smile.
"Sir Supervisor!" A nearby supervisor saw the grey-robed man and hurriedly bowed.
The grey-robed man waved his hand at these people and continued to lead Han Li forward. Soon, they arrived at a staircase leading downwards. Soon, they reached the next floor.
There was also a large plaza on this level. However, the plaza was filled with black pools that gave off a bone-chilling aura.
At this moment, prisoners were soaking in the black pool. Their faces were pale, and their bodies were trembling uncontrollably. Miserable screams were coming from their mouths.
"This is the Frost Prison."
The grey-robed man said casually. Then, he led the group past the plaza and arrived at another staircase leading downwards. This time, they arrived at the third floor.
There were also some pools in the plaza of the third floor. However, they weren't filled with water. Instead, they were filled with venomous snakes and scorpions.
One by one, the prisoners were driven into these venomous snakes and scorpions, enduring the pain of being bitten.
Then, they went to the fourth floor, the fifth floor, the sixth floor …
The grey-robed man seemed to want Han Li and the others to see clearly. So, he led the group through each floor.
The prisoners on each floor were suffering from incomparably intense pain. Even Han Li hadn't seen or heard of such things before.
Hu San, Shi Chuankong, and the others also looked somewhat pale as they walked.
The group spent half an hour before they finally arrived at the ninth floor of the Nine Hell Prison.
Contrary to Han Li and the others' expectations, the ninth floor didn't have any furnaces, cold pools, or other things to torture the prisoners. There were only prison cells here, and they looked quite neat and tidy.
However, the baleful aura here was extremely dense. In fact, it was several times denser than the previous floors. One could almost see a gray fog drifting everywhere with the naked eye.
Moreover, the baleful aura here was different from ordinary baleful aura. It had an extra sense of fierceness. As the baleful aura surged, one could faintly hear some indistinct sounds, as if a hundred ghosts were crying at night.
As soon as Han Li and the others stepped into this floor, they felt as if their bodies had been pierced by thousands of steel needles. Their complexions changed.
The grey-robed man sneered when he saw the appearance of Han Li and the others. But, he didn't stop and continued to walk deeper.
There weren't many prison cells here. In fact, there were only twenty to thirty of them. Most of them were empty, and only a small portion of them were occupied by prisoners.
Moreover, not a single guard could be seen in the entire ninth floor. The prisoners didn't make a single sound. The entire place was deathly silent.
"Go in!" The grey-robed man opened five cages, and imprisoned Han Li and the others.
"This is the ninth floor of the Avici Prison. You guys can stay here and enjoy the rest of the time." The grey-robed man grinned hideously. He didn't seem to want to stay any longer and immediately turned to leave.
Han Li watched him leave. He frowned and looked around carefully.
He could still endure the pain of the baleful aura invading his body.
After a few glances, his complexion suddenly changed, and he let out a sound of surprise.
There was nothing special about the prison cells. They were just ordinary prison cells with some ordinary restrictions.
Han Li and the others could only walk now. They couldn't exert any strength at all. This kind of prison was enough to imprison them.
The prison cells here were the kind with bars. It was easy to see the prisoners in other cells.
Each and every one of the prisoners locked up here was extraordinary.
Although Han Li's Celestial Spiritual Power was sealed, his spiritual eye foundation was still there. His eyesight was still very sharp.
These people's cultivation was very high. The weakest was at the Golden Immortal Realm. Almost half of them were at the Taiyi Realm.
Moreover, these prisoners were not only from the various races of the Dust World. Two of them were like them, people from the True Immortal Realm.
"Friend Li, did you find anything?"
These cells were connected. Shi Chuankong was imprisoned next to Han Li. When he heard Han Li's sound of surprise, he quietly approached and asked.
Han Li didn't hide anything and told Shi Chuankong what he saw.
"Friend Li, are we really going to wait for death here?
You have many tricks up your sleeves. Do you have any way to escape? "
Shi Chuankong looked at the two True Immortals and looked away. It was obvious that he didn't care about it. He softly discussed the method of escape.
"The Celestial Spiritual Power in our bodies has been sealed. Now, we are no different from ordinary people. Moreover, this is the bottom floor of the prison. How can we escape?" Han Li said with a bitter smile.
At this moment, a cold voice came from the side, "Hehe. You're too naive to think of escaping after coming to the prison."
Han Li and Shi Chuankong's expression slightly changed. They turned around and saw that the voice came from a cell not far away.
Inside the cell was a skinny man with disheveled hair. Black scales could be seen on the exposed parts of his arms and ankles. He seemed to be some kind of foreign race from the Dust World.
This person's appearance couldn't be seen, but his ears were extremely long and almost reached his shoulders. It seemed that his hearing was extraordinary.
Han Li looked at the man and his eyes fell on his big ears.
Their divine senses were sealed, so they couldn't use voice transmissions. When he and Shi Chuankong were talking, they had suppressed their voices to the lowest level. It was no wonder that this person could hear them.
"Who are you?
Why do you say that? "Han Li frowned and asked.
The long-eared man didn't answer Han Li's question. He sneered and asked, "What kind of place do you think this prison is?"
Hu San, Magic Light, and Bai Li Yan looked over when they heard the voice.
"Isn't this a prison of the Nine Nether Race?" Shi Chuankong asked curiously.
"Prison? Haha!
Where did you guys come from? You don't even know this … "The long-eared man laughed.
"What do you mean?" Shi Chuankong's expression turned ugly as he asked.
"You're just a bunch of rookies. Let me tell you. This prison is where the Nine Nether Clan refines high-level puppets, and all the prisoners here will be used as raw materials." The long-eared man sneered as he looked at Shi Chuankong with a mocking gaze.
Hearing this, Shi Chuankong's expression changed.
Han Li slightly frowned, but he didn't reveal too much of a surprised expression.
He had seen the situation in the Puppet Refining Fort before, and he already had a premonition when he came down.
"You should've seen what's going on on the other floors since you came down from above, right? That's where the prisoners are undergoing preliminary body refinement to facilitate the subsequent refinement. You were destined to become slaves of the Nine Nether Tribe the moment you were captured. Don't even think about escaping!" The long-eared man suddenly became agitated as he roared at the top of his lungs.
"Slaves …" The faces of Shi Chuankong and the others darkened upon hearing the long-eared man's words.
"That's right. Slaves. You'll soon become puppets of the Nine Nether Race, and you'll be controlled by them for the rest of your lives."
The long-eared man seemed to have been drained of all his energy after his roar. He leaned against the wall of the cell and spoke in a numb voice.
"Explain yourself. What's going on?" Shi Chuankong demanded coldly with a pale face.
He was the Young Master of the Vast Origin House, and he had a lofty status. If he was going to become a slave at the mercy of others, he would rather die.
The long-eared man seemed to have lost interest in the matter, and he didn't reply no matter what Shi Chuankong said.
Han Li looked at the long-eared man, and said, "You seem to be quite familiar with the puppetry techniques of the Nine Infernal Race. I once explored a Puppet Refinement Castle in the Hundred Treasure Region, and the situation there is indeed quite similar to the upper levels."
The long-eared man's eyes flickered as he glanced at Han Li, but he still had no intention of speaking.
"The puppetry techniques of the Nine Nether Race are the best in the Dust World. The puppets in the Hundred Treasure District are only crude puppets with great strength. There aren't any Nether Soul Worms in them, and their consciousness would disappear after being refined into puppets. That would be a quick death. However, you guys who were brought here are different. You will soon be implanted with Nether Soul Worms, and your life and death will not be under your control. You can only be enslaved by the Nine Nether Race forever." A hoarse voice came from another cell.
This person was also from the Dust World, and his facial features were no different from Han Li's group. His face was gloomy and fierce.
However, the old man had a long black snake tail behind him. It was unknown which race he belonged to.
"Nether Soul Worm?
What's that? "Han Li looked at the old man and asked.
Shi Chuankong and the others also looked at the old man.
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