"It turns out that the one I just killed was a seventh-turn spirit. So your full strength should be more than seven-turn, right?"
Hearing that piercing sound like a night owl again, Fang Hao not only did not have any fear in his heart, but became more and more calm.
He remembered what Xuanhuo Turtle once said to him: When a ghost cultivator appears in front of you with his true body, it proves that he has nothing to do to you!
Now, although Fang Hao didn't know whether the ghost cultivator in the darkness was Rank 8 or Rank 9, he was at least certain that the person opposite him must be the ghost cultivator's true body.
"My Lord is Chang Wuhen, the famous eighth-turn Heavenly Venerable among ghost cultivators! Boy, if you know what's going on, get out of my ghost world as soon as possible, otherwise you will be really not far from death by the time I take action."
Chang Wuhen shouted coldly.
When Fang Hao heard this, Leng Jun couldn't help but smile and said: "I don't know if you haven't heard of a saying, it's easier to invite gods than to send them away. Since you helped me bring them in, I will never leave until I have enough fun."
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"Are you...really looking for death?"
The ghost cultivator in the darkness was extremely angry and raised the already sharp voice by two levels.
Fang Hao subconsciously covered his ears, and his brows instantly furrowed into a Sichuan shape: "With your voice, if you don't want to be a tenor and become a ghost cultivator, you are really underestimating your talent!"
"Stop pretending to be crazy and acting stupid here. I'll ask you again, whether you want to go away or not. If you don't, then I'll lose a hundred years of cultivation and I'll just drive you away!"
At the end of the sentence, the ghost cultivator's voice gradually weakened. If Fang Hao hadn't had excellent hearing, he wouldn't have been able to hear the last few words he said clearly.
"Aren't you ghost cultivators supposed to be extremely vicious? Why are you acting like a bitch? You can leave with me, but you have to let my friend go with you."
After realizing that this ghost cultivator seemed to be afraid that he would continue to stay in the ghost world, Fang Hao immediately started to raise the price.
"Let go...I'll let those two go right away. If I mess with a bad guy like you, I'll be damned for eight lifetimes!"
Fang Hao, who was already ready to take action, never expected that this ghost cultivator named Chang Wuhen would be so cheerful.
He actually agreed to Fang Hao without any hesitation.
"Are you holding it back in your stomach to plot against me? I have never heard of any ghost cultivator who is as easy to talk to as you."
Fang Hao stared at the ghost cultivator in the darkness with a vigilant look. As long as he made the slightest move, Fang Hao would take action without any mercy.
Ghost cultivators practice very quickly in the early stages, and do not need to rely on reborn souls before the third turn. However, after the fourth turn, if ghost cultivators do not have a large number of soul reborn sacrifices and fusions, they will be unable to withstand the power of reincarnation and will turn into ashes in an instant.
Chang Wuhen could reach level eight, and the lives of his men would never be less than 5,000. For such a ruthless character like an executioner, Fang Hao did not need to be extra merciful.
However, what he was curious about was why this ghost cultivator was so afraid of him that he would even give up the fat in his mouth to send him away.
"I'm so talkative. If you hadn't killed my ghosts and left me with no hope of losing my life, how could I be willing to let you go!"
The darkness faded, and in the dark night, what Fang Hao saw was a terrifying man slumped in a wooden wheelchair, with extremely distorted facial features, like a demon in hell.
"You are an eighth-level ghost cultivator. It's too miserable, isn't it? With your majestic appearance, you don't need to rely on the power of the ghost world. If you go out for a walk at night, you will definitely scare a large number of people to death!"
Even though Fang Hao was used to seeing wind and waves, the first time he saw Chang Wuhen, he couldn't help but feel the urge to vomit.
If we had to compare it with the real thing, the mummy that had been dried for thousands of years would look almost the same when it was removed from the gauze. This is what it looked like.
Chang Wuhen stared at his eyes like a dead fish, tightly holding the sides of the wheelchair with his hands and said: "I used to be as handsome and handsome as you. If I hadn't been plotted by my senior brother and reduced to a human being, I wouldn't be a ghost.
How can I, the majestic young master of the Nether Clan, and the future master of the Netherworld, be reduced to practicing ghost ways?"
"What? You said you are the young master of the Underworld, so you should know the location of the Underworld?"
Fang Hao, who was still holding back his vomiting, suddenly felt that his puckered face was not so ugly after hearing Chang Wuhen's words.
Chang Wuhen nodded and said: "I grew up in the Nether Clan since I was a child. Of course I know where the Nether Hell is. Is it possible that you also want to go to the Nether Hell?"
"I did have this plan, but I seem to be lucky enough to meet you, a living map!"
Fang Hao, who originally thought that the trip to hell was far away, suddenly became hopeful.
However, before he started to feel happy, Chang Wuhen poured cold water on him and said: "I do know the specific location of Hell, but you and I are not related, so why should I take you there?"
"I have always been clear about grudges. As long as you are willing to take me to Hell, I can agree to a request that is not too much!" Fang Hao promised.
Chang Wuhen was overjoyed at first, and then immediately sighed and said: "Forget it, you and your friends should hurry up and get out of this place of right and wrong. In order to bring those two people in, I have already exposed my position. I believe that with
Soon he will be killed by the so-called righteous people!"
"You do have some conscience. I, Fang Hao, always don't like to owe others favors. I can't do murder and arson, but it won't be a problem to help you heal your injuries!"
As soon as he finished speaking, before Chang Wuhen could refuse, Fang Hao stretched out his hand and touched his body.
"Buzz!"
But before Fang Hao could use the innate vitality in his body, a wisp of pale green strange smoke wrapped around Fang Hao's arm like a tarsal maggot.
"I forgot to remind you that I have been poisoned by the Nine-Son Yin Snake Venom, which is the most poisonous in Hell. There is no cure for this poison in the world. Once the venom spreads throughout your body, you will become a monster like me!"
"In these hundreds of years, you are the only one who still regards me as a human being. Unfortunately, it was me who harmed you after all!"
Chang Wuhen's voice, like a night owl, was full of helplessness and grief.
But, so what? It’s all my fault that I trust others too easily, and that’s why I ended up with this miserable ending.
Now he is dragging others down and becoming a monster like himself.
"What can a mere snake venom do to me? You are lucky to meet me!"
Seeing the snake venom spreading to his arm, Fang Hao did not panic at all.
A brilliant ray of fire, like a purifying flame, instantly turned Fang Hao's arm into nothingness along with the snake venom.
Looking at his right arm that was burned out by the immortal spiritual fire, Fang Hao circulated the innate energy in his body. In an instant, the vitality was transformed into vitality, and Fang Hao's broken arm was restored.
"I said I can help you, and I will, but after saving you, you have to take me to Hades. If you dare to play tricks, I guarantee you will be a hundred times more miserable than you are now!"
Fang Hao looked at the paralyzed Chang Wuhen, with a sharp and cold look in his eyes. (To be continued)