A brick into the fairyland

Not only Zhuge Buliang and Fei'er, but even the little ginseng fruit showed surprise.Suddenly, Zhuge Buliang recalled the stone tablet on Yinyang Road, once he entered Jiuyou, he would never recover.

I have entered the legendary [-]th floor of hell, and it is really beyond redemption.

The little ginseng fruit shook his head bitterly: "It's over, it's over, it's too far from what you imagined, how could you come to the eighteenth floor of hell?"

Fei'er said with a look of grievance: "Look, look, I told you not to mess around. Now that you're in such a scary place, how do you get out?"

Zhuge Buliang stepped on one foot, the earth trembled, Wang Bawen was shaken out from the ground, and quickly knelt on the ground begging for mercy: "Don't kill me, don't kill me." [

Zhuge Buliang said: "Tell me, what kind of place is the so-called eighteen layers of hell?"

Now that I've come here, it's too late to regret it now.And Zhuge Buliang always felt that there seemed to be something in his body urging him to come here.

Wang Bawen muffled, and said: "The eighteen levels of hell are vast, and generally those who are suppressed are vicious ghost cultivators or ghost cultivators who have violated laws and regulations in the ghost world. It can be said that the eighteen levels of hell belong to the ghost world. Cage. The law of the jungle is more serious here than anywhere else, and if you fail to keep everything, you will be swallowed by other ghost cultivators. Because devouring other souls can enhance your cultivation.”

After a pause, Wang Bawen looked at the faces of Zhuge Buliang and the others, and continued: "However, in these [-] levels of hell, they have gradually formed their own unique situation. Now the entire [-] levels of hell are surrounded by two The giant is in charge, one is the so-called Undead Ghost King, with tens of thousands of ghost soldiers under his command, and hundreds of ghost generals, each of which is more terrifying than hundreds of ghost generals. Moreover, this ghost king has a mysterious origin. Whether it is in the ghost world or in the human world, I I’ve never heard of such a person.”

"There is also the number one person named Yan. It is said that she escaped from purgatory and has her own power in the eighteenth level of hell."

"Purgatory?" Zhuge Buliang suddenly frowned, thinking of the sea of ​​flames and purgatory he had seen before, he couldn't help asking: "The so-called purgatory, isn't it a sea of ​​fire with a lot of craters?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Wang Bawen nodded again and again: "In every volcano in Purgatory, there is a huge monster suppressed. That ghost cultivator named Yan came out of Purgatory."

"Have you ever entered purgatory? You also came out of purgatory?" Wang Bawen looked at Zhuge Buliang in astonishment.

Zhuge Buliang answered him directly, but bowed his head in deep thought, wondering what he was thinking about.

The little ginseng fruit suddenly thought of something, and said: "Wow, you bastard is lying, since the eighteenth floor of hell is a prison for the ghost world, then the ghost king and Yan are cultivating their own power here, it is impossible for the ghost world not to know. Don't you care?"

Wang Bawen said: "Of course the ghost world knows about it, but they can't do anything about it. Because the eighteen levels of hell are by no means easy places to set foot in. In the ghost world, only ghost saints have the ability to open the eighteen levels of hell. Or ten The passage to the eighteenth level of hell can only be opened by the joint efforts of Tian Yanluo. Moreover, with these two major forces, the balance of the eighteenth level of hell can be maintained, so the ghost world will not interfere."

Zhuge Budiao nodded, it turned out that the matter was so complicated.Thinking of this, Zhuge Buliang was overjoyed. Since someone was able to open the passage to the eighteenth floor of hell, it shows that the eighteenth floor of hell is not forever, and there is still a chance to leave here.

"What kind of roles are Ghost King and Yan?"

Wang Bawen said: "As I said just now, the ghost king has a mysterious origin. It seems that he has dominated the ghost world for thousands of years. And Na Yan, who was suppressed in the purgatory, was also a murderous creature who broke the seal and ran out. The ghost king is fighting."

"So that Yan is also an old guy." Zhuge Buliang said.

Wang Bawen nodded: "It's quite an old antique. No ghost cultivator has ever seen her true face, but she only knows that she uses a huge blood-colored sickle, which can devour the souls of the dead. Any ghost cultivator swallowed by her will lose her soul forever." .”

"What are you talking about! Blood sickle!" Little Ginseng Fruit suddenly shouted: "Wow, what she is using is really a blood sickle? Is there a bloody chain at the end of the blood sickle?"

"Ah..." Wang Bawen thought for a while, and said, "I also heard it from others, it seems to be the case."

The little ginseng fruit became emotional all of a sudden: "Take me to see her!" [

"Oh, my lord, you really know how to joke. How can ordinary ghost cultivators see the existence of that kind of strength? I'm afraid I'm not even qualified to be a slave to others." Wang Bawen had a bitter look on his face. .

"How many secrets does this little thing hide?" Zhuge Buliang looked at the little ginseng fruit with deep eyes.

Wang Bawen looked up at Zhuge Buliang, and said in a low voice, "I've already told you, can you let me go?"

"Let you go, it's not that simple." Zhuge Buliang snorted coldly.

"You don't mean what you say, I should have known that you were asked to swear a poisonous oath just now." Wang Bawen yelled, after all, for a cultivator, a poisonous oath must be fulfilled.

Zhuge Buliang said: "I didn't say I would kill you, since you know so much about the eighteen levels of hell, why not just be our guide."

"Guide?"

Zhuge Budiao nodded: "We need to find a place to stabilize first, and you arrange it. Don't play tricks, or I can take your head even if you are thousands of miles away."

"You are really reasonable," Wang Bawen said.

After several people discussed, Wang Bawen decided to take them to a place first.Since the little ginseng fruit heard about the person named Yan, he looked worried, stopped talking, and didn't know how to behave like a monkey.

The eighteen levels of hell are much bigger than Zhuge Buliang imagined. After flying for half a day, they came to a place similar to a small town.Zhuge Buliang was slightly surprised that this kind of sweet potato would also have towns or something.

Wang Bawen led them into the small town, and all the ghost repair tools in the town immediately cast surprised eyes on Zhuge Buliang and the others: "A stranger, is he a stranger?"

"Why did Wang Bawen bring strangers to the tribe?"

"It's been a long time since the eighteenth floor of hell has seen any strangers."

"For strangers, if you devour their souls, your cultivation will definitely improve by leaps and bounds."

Many ghost cultivators showed hot and greedy eyes.

Wang Bawen felt a little embarrassed, looked back at Zhuge's dull face, and saw that the other party's face was calm, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where is this small town?" Zhuge Buliang asked in a low voice.

"Eh, it's one of our tribes." Wang Bawen said.

"Wang Bawen, why did you bring strangers to the tribe?" At this time, two ghost cultivators stood in front of Wang Bawen and Zhuge Buliang, and said with unfriendly expressions.

"They are my friends." Wang Bawen whispered, looking at the two ghost cultivators with fear.

"Friend? Huh, they are strangers!" The ghost cultivator said in a bad manner: "What do you mean by bringing two strangers here, arrest them!!"[

As soon as the words fell, a dozen ghost cultivators surrounded him.

Fei'er's face changed slightly, and she tugged at Zhuge Buliang's sleeve.

Zhuge Buliang sneered, he finally understood.Ghost cultivators devour the souls of strangers, greatly improving their cultivation.These ghosts thought of themselves as a delicious meal, and everyone wanted to have a bite.Zhuge Buliang smiled wryly, he finally realized Tang Seng's difficulties.

"Fenghui, absolutely not, you don't know their origins, so don't act foolishly." Wang Bawen hastily stopped him.

"Hmph, strangers are not tolerated here. Wang Bawen, are you tired of living? Believe it or not, I will swallow you up first. I guess the boss will not say anything!" The ghost named Fenghui Xiu shouted, the corners of his mouth turned up, his words were contemptuous, and he didn't pay attention to Wang Bawen at all.

"Give these people to Big Brother to devour!" a ghost Xiu suggested.

"Yes, hand them over to Big Brother to devour them. The souls of these few strangers may help Big Brother improve his cultivation to a higher level."

"Swallow him!"

"Swallow him!"

A group of ghost cultivators shouted and began to approach Zhuge Buliang and the others.

Wang Bawen looked at Zhuge Buliang with a look of distress, he knew what would happen long before he brought Zhuge Buliang here.However, due to Zhuge Buliang's urging, he had no choice.

"Master, what should I do?" Fei'er looked at Zhuge Buliang inquiringly, not daring to act rashly, because they still don't know much about the realm of ghost cultivators, and they don't know what the cultivation bases of these ghost cultivators are.

But at this moment, Zhuge Buliang didn't think about these things, his consciousness was silent in his body, and he found the strange flickering of the seven acupoints, which seemed to have an inexplicable induction.

"Everyone, please calm down, let's invite the boss out." Wang Bawen shouted.

At this moment, the crowd parted left and right, and a middle-aged ghost cultivator walked out from the crowd. He was tall, with black energy around his body, and a powerful aura surged.

Zhuge Buliang frowned slightly, that aura can definitely be compared with that of a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Stage.

"What's the matter!?" The middle-aged ghost cultivator who came came shouted, and glanced coldly at the person in the middle, when he saw Zhuge Buliang and the others, he was startled immediately, his eyes showed a burning color: "The breath of a stranger. "

"Brother, Wang Bawen brought strangers to the tribe privately, and we are about to capture these strangers and dedicate them to brother." The ghost cultivator named Feng Hui said.

The middle-aged Ghost Cultivator nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile: "These strangers are great supplements. Detain them, and I will deal with them myself."

"Brother, absolutely not!" Wang Bawen hurriedly said.

"Wang Bawen, you want to rebel!?" Feng Hui said in a deep voice.

Wang Bawen shook his head and said, "Brother, you can't devour them, they came out of purgatory!"

"what!"

"what!"

There were exclamations one after another, and everyone was shocked.

Purgatory, that is the forbidden area of ​​the [-]th floor of hell. In the entire [-]th floor of hell, everyone is afraid of purgatory.