The First Sword of the Earth

These two basketball-sized balls, full of technological sense, hover in front of the Taoist chiefs who are wearing robes and flying with imperial objects. Not only are there nothing inconsistent with each other, they also have a weird sense of harmony.

Wang Sheng was a little curious. He didn't know what principle the two spheres relied on to fly.

The voice of the female soldier in the combat readiness group at the transfer station came from the bottom of the sphere, and there was no propulsion equipment underneath.

Okay, it really is high-tech.

If this is to rush out of the earth circle in the future and engage in some technology products on the earth, 80% of them will be able to fool some ‘unseen’ immortals and exchange some treasures...

What is foresight?

As soon as Wang Daochang broke through the Golden Core Realm, he had already begun to make plans for the afterlife.

Listen to the introduction of the female soldier:

"There are special magnetic fields in the eighteen layers of **** near each of the forbidden grounds, and various instruments will fail. Perhaps for this reason, we have not found the special access that Sect Master Shen said, and we still need to check it out for yourself.

After analyzing the data of the third fairy light eruption, the energy of the fairy light erupted from just below the eighteenth hell. There were enchantments on both sides of the rift, and there seemed to be a gap at the junction of the enchantment and the eighteenth hell.

If the special passages in the eighteenth **** cannot be passed through, you can try to find a path below the eighteenth **** by sticking to the periphery of the eighteenth hell.

Hmm... the experts in the research institute said so. "

"It's okay," the elder of the Di Yinzong said in a deep voice, "I know where the passage is. Please follow me, everyone."

After that, the great elder frowned, reached the edge of the round hole, and jumped down cautiously.

Although he is the elder of the Hidden Sect, he was only an ‘ordinary’ old man ten years ago, and he also had a psychological shadow on the eighteen layers of hell.

Especially if you have to take the initiative to jump down.

But some people started, and other Dao leaders were not timid people. Since they were here, they had already prepared a certain amount of psychological preparation.

A group of people jumped into the entrance of **** one after another, and formally broke into the eighteen layers of hell.

As soon as he entered the eighteenth layer of hell, he was plunged into darkness. Wang Sheng adjusted his eyes for a while before seeing the surrounding scenes. The Daoist leaders also proceeded down cautiously, not fast.

A cold breath penetrated into the bone marrow, as if he heard a stern ghost howl in his ears.

However, before Wang Sheng had time to react, he felt that his left arm was firmly grasped by two small hands, and the senior sister's voice trembled a little.

"It's so dark..."

Almost forgot the life enemy of Sister Sister again!

"Senior Sister, why don't you wait outside with your eldest sister."

"do not want."

Mu Wanxuan's answer was rather decisive, and she took the initiative to loosen Wang Sheng's arm, saying that she was already a strong, independent, and not afraid of ghosts, a monk in the Golden Core Realm.

However, Wang Sheng stared at her close eyes, raised his hand to hold the sister's little hand, and whispered: "Follow me."

"Well," Mu Wanxuan replied softly, her little hand honestly holding the junior brother's palm.

A faint sigh suddenly floated to the side: "Oh, people are getting old, and no one can help."

Wang Sheng smiled and said, "My senior sister is more than 768,000,400 years old!"

Mu Wanxuan suddenly said ‘Bah’, while Xi Lian giggled non-stop.

"You two, be serious," Qing Yanzi turned around and reprimanded, "it finally got nervous."

The sisters and brothers quickly bowed their heads and said yes, and honestly followed.

The first floor of **** should be the most expansive section of the eighteen floors. It was over a thousand meters high. They had fallen for a while before they reached the dark red ground.

These dark reds seemed to be dried blood. They hadn't stepped on them yet, and the cold breath was rising up, so that the few Taoist leaders who had a lower cultivation base had to be able to resist.

Hearing a sword sound, the golden core in Wang Sheng's body trembled slightly, and the cold breath around him quickly subsided.

"Everyone, please come here," said the elder of the Di Yinzong, "we try to fly as close to the ground as possible. There may be undetected restrictions."

After that, the great elder took out a gossip plate with a black wooden spoon in it, and the wooden handle of the spoon was pointing in a certain direction.

The cultivators of the Golden Core Realm followed the great elder of the Di Yinzong for a while, and the two spheres floating beside Qing Yanzi once again heard a voice reminding:

"That direction is one of the unproven restrictions on the first floor."

But it proved from the side that the path they went there was not wrong.

The two spheres are mainly used as "cameras", and video materials are still continuously sent to the outside of Guimenguan through the transfer station.

From the ghost gate, the fairy light gushes three times, to this moment, this time, this place...

Although there were some twists and turns, the Dahua monks stepped into the deepest part of the underworld and entered this mysterious land of ghosts.

Eighteen layers of hell.

Even if the first level of **** is empty, no one dares to care, except for the last side of the team...

Click, click, click!

It was like the faint noise of an evil spirit gnawing on bones, it was actually just...a certain fox half-fairy pulled out a pack of melon seeds.

While stepping on Wang Sheng's fairy sword, she began to use melon seeds to'abduct' Wang Sheng's senior sister.

"Xuanxuan, are you mentally balanced now? You feel like Xiao Feiyu is on the same footing, you two are just tied?"

"Well," Mu Wanxuan nodded openly, and then looked at Xi Lian eagerly.

After holding on for a few seconds, the little hand withdrew from Wang Sheng's hand and stepped on the ice glaze sword.

Sister Sister naturally also brought the ‘ribbon’ and ‘fairy scarves’ that Xi Lian had refined for her. But seeing everyone stepping on things to fly, she was too embarrassed to be too conspicuous.

Two small hands stretched out side by side, and immediately took back half a bag of melon seeds.

Behind the team, the rhythm of ‘Ka Ka’ suddenly became lighter.

Wang Sheng:...

Zhang Zikuang suddenly said: "This is the **** of tongue-out, right?"

"Yes, this is the tongue-out hell," the second elder of the Di Yinzong replied and smiled. "The small underworld is small, but it is full of various places. This can be regarded as some complex of the underworld immortals."

Zhang Zi Kuang nodded and said, "Why don't you see the tongue all over the floor."

"Instructor Zhang, don't joke," Maoshan's Qiancheng Daoist said sternly, "Illustration Yinsi, the gods have feelings, you and I should proceed carefully, and beware of disasters from your mouth."

"All right," Zhang Zi Kuang shook his head, carrying his hands on his back and continuing to fly forward, without saying much.

Originally wanted to chat, to dilute the depression in the atmosphere.

After flying for almost seven or eight minutes, the great elder of the Di Yinzong made a gesture, and the group of fourteen people immediately slowed down.

From the shots of the two spheres at this time, it can be seen that no matter the Tao or the monk, they are all wrapped in light of various colors at this time, and the eyes are extremely ‘bright’.

They flew to a corner of the tongue-out hell. In front of them was a flat stone wall, and on the stone wall was a ‘temple’ that was ten feet high.

At this time, gray yin air was circulating throughout the temple, as if there were giant pythons entrenched above yin air.

"This is the place, will you open the ban now?" The Great Elder of the Di Yinzong asked.

Yan Zhengnan asked: "What's under the ban?"

"It's just a way to monitor the eighteenth-story hell," the great elder of the Di Yinzong thought for a while and said, "It can be understood as... a sightseeing elevator."

"Open it," Qing Yanzi said softly.

Therefore, the Great Elder Di Yinzong put away the gossip plate, took out a scroll of slips in his arms, spread out the slips, and made waves of ancient tunes in his mouth.

His mana was slowly being extracted, and the grey air that was sealed on this temple seemed to come alive, began to tremble and flow constantly, and quickly gathered into two three-foot-tall humanoid "ghosts".

They are not physical, they are just composed of Yin Qi, a pair of inverted triangular eyes lit up on the head, staring at them and their group closely.

The ancient tune spoken by the great elder of the Di Yinzong continued, and the two "ghosts" guarding the gate suddenly buzzed.

Mu Wanxuan and Xi Lian are already hiding behind Wang Sheng. Although a certain senior sister is a little scared, she still insists on eating melon seeds. This kind of fearless spirit...

"Not good!" The elder of the Di Yinzong suddenly yelled, and everyone immediately became nervous.

The Grand Elder didn't sell the barriers either, and immediately said in a deep voice: "The evil spirit guarding this place said that someone had forcibly broke into this place! I don't know if the layout inside has been destroyed!"

Qing Yanzi said: "Go in and check it out."

Zhang Zikuang frowned and muttered: "Anyone who rushed into the underworld a thousand years ago did it again?"

The other elders and elder monks did not answer. The disaster that year was involved in almost every dao tradition, and they were unable to comment on anything.

The Great Elder moved forward, the two Yin Ling guards stepped aside, and more than a dozen people slowly entered the temple.

When Mu Wanxuan passed by, the two Yin Ling seemed to have discovered something. The huge body slowly knelt down, bowed his head in salute, and closed his eyes tightly.

When Wang Sheng saw this, he didn't say much, and took his senior sister and Fox Banxian into the temple.

There are some half-meter-high sculptures enshrined in the temple. They are immortals from the prefecture. The layout has not been disturbed, and naturally there will be no dust here.

The two Di Yinzong elders stepped forward, first lit the candles in the temple with magic power, and bowed to the immortals of the underground palace.

Qing Yanzi also made a few daoisms to these sculptures, and other Taoist elders and old monks all followed suit. Naturally, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan should also salute together.

It seems that these sculptures already have some spiritual positions. When Mu Wanxuan was doing Taoism, half of the sculptures turned her back directly...

This scene makes people feel a little surprised.

Could it be that some immortals were observing them in secret? How else would you feel?

But after thinking about it, this is unlikely...Perhaps, these sculptures have long been psychic in the underworld.

The elder chanted a few more ancient tunes. In the cracks of the stone slabs on the ground of the temple, cyan lights appeared, and a stream of pure and extremely yin air emerged from the cracks.

Except for Qingyanzi and Master Wang Sheng, who were unable to absorb these yin qi at this time, they could absorb these yin qi for their own use if they wanted to spend time refining.

This is still a rare supplement.

Amidst the light shaking, a gap was opened on the temple floor. The gap gradually expanded, and a group of people immediately flew up and waited quietly.

Soon, the floor of the temple disappeared completely, and underneath was a vertical hole full of blue and white light; the hole was extremely deep and the bottom was invisible, with light spirits and fairy music swirling in it, contrasting with the situation of tongue-out **** outside the temple Don't be too big.

Fourteen two-foot-diameter lotus platforms flew over, and the lotus platforms reached everyone's feet, but none of them fell.

Zhang Zikuang nodded in satisfaction, "It seems that the immortals of the underground palace also receive the leaders of the heavenly court."

The two elders of the Di Yinzong chuckled lightly, made a please gesture, and stepped on the lotus platform to descend first.

The group followed, and the three of Wang Sheng naturally fell to the back; when the three of them entered the place, the stone slabs above merged again, and the ghost outside the temple also got up and blocked the entrance and exit of the temple with their bodies.

The great elder said it was right, this is really the ‘sightseeing elevator’ of the eighteenth floor of hell.

They fell about a hundred meters, and the cyan light wall on the left became translucent. As long as they looked at it carefully, the cyan light would fade away. On the contrary, the dim **** outside the light wall would be filled with blue light.

Effortlessly, they took the situation of the second layer of the eighteenth **** into the ‘scissor hell’.

After passing through the Hell of Scissors, there are some visual impacts of the'Iron Tree Hell' and the'Evil Mirror Hell'; the situation inside can be seen at a glance, and everywhere in the Iron Tree Hell are huge iron trees'pitched together' by blades and hanging above them. Some tattered clothing.

The further down, the smaller the scope of hell.

Mu Wanxuan no longer eats melon seeds, she has been hiding behind Wang Sheng with Xi Lian, while she is clutching her junior brother's arm tightly.

Sometimes it hurt Wang Sheng, but Wang Daochang didn't say anything.

But for a while, the first seven empty hells had passed, and they soon saw the eighth **** of the ‘primitive’, the ice mountain hell.

Green light permeated everywhere, and countless thousands of icebergs stood here and there, and above these icebergs, one could see a ghost and a fierce spirit wandering aimlessly.

Daochang spotted something with his eyes, and immediately shouted: "Look at the icebergs in the center!"

The lotus platform stopped, and fourteen pairs of eyes immediately looked over, only to see a few figures in the icebergs.

Upon closer inspection, these figures were dressed in Taoist robes, there were males and females, and they knew nothing about life or death.

"Go down," Qing Yanzi said calmly, "Since I am willing to fall to the ground, why bother to take care of them?"

The elders of the Daoists nodded slightly, and the two elders of the Earth Yinzong only sighed, and did not ridicule.

As they continue to fall, the time interval for them to pass through each level of **** is getting shorter and shorter, because the **** below is getting shorter and shorter.

After passing through the blood pool hell, seeing the death hell, and passing through the torture hell, they soon discovered the person wearing the Taoist robe.

But this time, not in the iceberg, but in the volcanic hell.

These volcanoes are burning with raging flames, but because they punish the souls who have made mistakes, their flames will not burn people to death, but will only make people feel the pain of being burned by flames~www.readwn.com~Wang Sheng has seen more than a dozen A figure that constantly floats and falls in the flames, standing, sitting, or lying down directly.

These are the monks who broke into the underworld back then, and they are also considered to be a black history that is not white.

But then, Wang Sheng thought of the ancient demon that had died in the hands of himself and the master before, and couldn't help but reminded: "These ancient people are afraid that they have already entered the magic way."

"Oh," the leaders sighed, shaking their hearts.

At this time, the two spheres beside Qing Yanzi had also captured these images.

Although there is no signal here, they have entered the state of automatic work, but as long as the sphere can fly out, they can transmit this information back to the transfer station.

The seventeenth floor, the stone hell...

When she reached the tenth level of hell, Senior Sister didn't dare to look more, and Wang Sheng frowned.

Where do these fierce souls and ghosts in **** come from? Could it be that when the underworld immortals left, there were still mortal souls in the eighteenth hell, and these souls...

Well, I can't think about it too much, thinking too much can easily make the image of the immortals like Heavenly Court and Difu in their own minds greatly undermined.

"It's going to the bottom soon, there is an exit below, you can directly enter outside the eighteenth hell..."

The elder said in a low voice, everyone nodded, retracted their gazes at the **** next door, and looked down.

"what"

A scream suddenly came from behind Wang Sheng, but the scream was not from Mu Wanxuan, but from Xilian, the highest cultivation base here.

The leaders and Lord Buddha looked at this big man together, but saw that Xilian's lips were stained with melon seeds, and her small face was a little pale, but at this time she had forcibly calmed down.

"There are a lot of corpses underneath... No, they still have a breath... Be careful, Xiao Xuan Xuan don't go down yet!"