roar!

Woohoo...!

The dark eighteen levels of hell are full of howls and roars.

Viewed from the sky, it is a large-scale group building site.

The man who called himself Brother Long was beaten up by a group of evil spirits and beaten to the point where he couldn't find the north. His already transparent soul was completely devastated.

On the other hand, there are more and more evil spirits as we fight them, and strange and weird ones appear in endlessly.

For example, that big guy is three to five feet tall. Not only is he physically majestic, but he also has three heads and six arms. His soul power is extremely majestic. He can knock Mr. Zhao to ashes with just one step.

More often than not, Zhao Yun would not dare to approach this guy.

There are many powerful beings like this here, each one more cruel than the last.

Pain has its own benefits. If you can't fight the powerful evil ghosts, you will take care of those little ghosts. Every time you kill one, you can get a ray of soul power to strengthen yourself.

Although Zhao Yun was miserable, after this wave of killings, his transparent soul body became much more solidified, and even using one or two secret techniques no longer seemed so strenuous.

To sum up, pain brings happiness.

Can a person who is extremely hungry not be happy if he has food to eat?

"This little brat has some moral skills." Emperor Hades, who stayed awake most of the night, casually glanced at the eighteen levels of hell. Such a weak soul could withstand the siege of the evil ghosts in hell. If it had been someone else,

I'm afraid it would have been torn apart long ago.

It can be seen from this that this son's fighting state of mind is extremely high.

That's right, being besieged by the gods is not an ordinary thing.

Because of his unusual nature, he locked Zhao Yun in the Eighteenth Level of Hell, and he would not send him back to the original universe in a short period of time.

This man's talent is too strong, and given enough years, he will definitely be a powerful god. If one day the two universes start a war, wouldn't that be a hindrance to himself?

He is the emperor, the master of the underworld, and is responsible for his own universe.

In this case, it is still necessary to let that guy stay for a few more days.

At least, don't act rashly until you have clearly distinguished yourself from the enemy.

I don't know when the eighteen levels of hell returned to peace. The evil ghosts fought and fought, but they all retreated in unison, climbed out of the ground, and retracted from the cracks in the earth without any delay.

In the dim world, Zhao Yun was left alone, swaying with his soul body riddled with holes.

This battle was fierce, and he was almost torn to pieces several times.

This battle was worth fighting, because he killed a lot of evil ghosts, gained a lot of soul power, and integrated it into his soul body, which was all nourishment.

"Why did you retreat?" Zhao Yun took a staggering step before standing still. He looked around in all directions, but there was no trace of him, and he didn't know the reason why he retreated. Did he come back?

He didn't think too much and hurriedly sat cross-legged. At the moment, the most important thing was to recover the scars. The evil ghost might come out again at any time. Only by strengthening himself can he have hope of survival.

He licked his wounds quietly without being disturbed.

The increase in soul body gave him great motivation.

If you can swallow the soul power when you see the sky, why do you need eight hundred years? You may be able to create the soul in just a few decades. In the eighteen levels of hell that never see the sky, any ray of soul power is precious power.

Three days later, he slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he did when he got up was to call to the sky, calling the Lord of the Underworld, and chatting with him every once in a while, there was a possibility of being released.

It's a pity that no one paid attention to him, and every call came to nothing.

He was used to it, he shouted a few times and then stopped, like an idle tourist wandering back and forth in the dark, looking for food, well... that is, an evil ghost.

Whenever he saw a crack in the earth, he would lie down and take a look inside.

I still remember that the evil ghost crawled out from these cracks, but after looking at it for a long time, I still couldn't figure out the reason, because it was so dark inside and it was bottomless. With his current background, he really couldn't tell.

Clues.
Chapter completed!