Not only Zhuge Buliang and Fei'er, but also the little ginseng fruit showed surprise. Suddenly, Zhuge Buliang remembered the stone tablet on the Yin and Yang Road. Once he entered the Nine Netherworld, he would never recover.
He entered the legendary eighteenth level of hell, and was truly beyond redemption.
Little Ginseng Guo shook his head with a distressed look on his face: "It's over, it's over, it's so different from what I imagined. How could we end up in the eighteenth level of hell?"
Feier said with a look of grievance: "Look, I told you not to mess around. How can you get out of such a scary place now?"
Zhuge Buliang stepped with one foot, and the earth shook. Wang Bawen was shaken out of the ground. He quickly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Don't kill me, don't kill me." [
Zhuge Buliang said: "Tell me what kind of place the so-called eighteen levels of hell are?"
Now that he has come here, it is too late to regret. Moreover, Zhuge Buliang always feels that there seems to be something in his body urging him to come here.
Wang Bawen said in a muffled voice: "The eighteen levels of hell are vast, and those who are generally suppressed are some extremely vicious ghost cultivators or ghost cultivators who have violated the laws in the ghost world. It can be said that these eighteen levels of hell belong to the ghost world.
Cage. The law of the jungle here is more serious than anywhere else. If you don't keep it all, you will be devoured by other ghost cultivators. Because devouring other souls can enhance your own cultivation."
After a pause, Wang Bawen looked at the faces of Zhuge Buliang and others, and continued: "However, in these eighteen levels of hell, their own unique situation has gradually formed. Now the entire eighteen levels of hell are divided between two
There is a huge monster in charge, one is the so-called undead ghost king, who has tens of thousands of ghost soldiers and hundreds of ghost generals under his command. Every cultivation level is terrifying. Moreover, the origin of this ghost king is mysterious. Whether it is in the ghost world or in the human world during his lifetime, I
I have never heard of such a number one person."
"There is also a number one character named Yan. It is said that she ran away from purgatory and has her own power in the eighteenth level of hell."
"Purgatory?" Zhuge Buliang suddenly frowned, thinking of the sea of fire purgatory he had seen before, and couldn't help but ask: "The so-called purgatory, is it a sea of fire with a large number of craters?"
"Yes, yes." Wang Bawen nodded repeatedly: "In every volcano in purgatory, there is a huge and vicious creature suppressed. The ghost cultivator named Yan came out of purgatory."
"Have you ever entered purgatory? Have you also come out of purgatory?" Wang Bawen looked at Zhuge Buliang in surprise.
Zhuge Liang did not answer him directly, but lowered his head and pondered, not knowing what he was thinking about.
The little ginseng fruit suddenly thought of something and said: "Wow, you bastard is lying. Since the eighteenth level of hell is the prison of 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 about it. Could it be that
Don’t you care?”
Wang Bawen said: "Of course the ghost world knows, but they have no way. Because the eighteen levels of hell are by no means an easy place to set foot in. In the ghost world, only the ghost saints have the ability to open the eighteen levels of hell. Or ten.
Only the combined efforts of Yama and Yama can open the passage to the eighteen levels of hell. Moreover, with the presence of these two major forces, the balance of the eighteen levels of hell can be maintained, so the ghost world will not interfere."
Zhuge Buliang nodded, it turns out that the matter is so complicated. Thinking of this, Zhuge Buliang felt happy. Since someone can open the passage to the eighteenth level of hell, it means that the eighteenth level of hell is not sealed forever, and there is still a chance to leave here.
"What kind of role is Ghost King Heyan?"
Wang Bawen said: "As I said just now, the ghost king has a mysterious origin and seems to have dominated the ghost world for thousands of years. And Na Yan was also a vicious creature suppressed in purgatory. She broke the seal and ran out, fighting with
The ghost king fights."
"So that Yan is also an old guy." Zhuge Buliang said.
Wang Bawen nodded: "She is quite an old antique. No ghost cultivator has seen her true face. She only knows that she uses a huge bloody sickle to devour the souls of the dead. Any ghost cultivator swallowed by her will have their souls scattered forever."
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"What did you say! Blood sickle!" Little Ginseng Fruit suddenly shouted: "Wow, what she is using is really a blood sickle? Is there a blood-colored chain at the end of the blood sickle?"
"Well" Wang Bawen thought for a moment and said, "I also heard what others said, and that seems to be the case."
Little Ginseng Fruit suddenly became excited: "Take me to see her!"[
"Oh, young master, you really know how to joke. How can an existence of that kind of strength be seen by ordinary ghost cultivators? I'm afraid I'm not qualified to be a slave." Wang Bawen had a bitter look on his face.
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"How many secrets does this little thing hide?" Zhuge Buliang looked at the little ginseng fruit and became profound.
Wang Bawen raised his head and looked at Zhuge Buliang, and whispered: "I have told you, can you let me go?"
"It's not that simple to let you go." Zhuge Buliang snorted coldly.
"You don't mean what you say. I should have known I had just asked you to swear a poisonous oath." Wang Bawen shouted. After all, for cultivators, poisonous oaths must be fulfilled.
Zhuge Buliang said: "I didn't say I wanted to kill you. Since you know so much about the eighteen levels of hell, you might as well be our guide."
"Guide?"
Zhuge Bu nodded: "We need to find a place to stabilize now, and you can make the arrangements. Don't be mean, 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 it, Wang Bawen decided to take them to a place first. Ever since Xiao Ginsengguo heard about the person named Yan, he looked worried, stopped talking, and stopped messing around.
The Eighteenth Level of Hell was much larger than Zhuge Buliang imagined. After flying for half a day, they actually arrived at a place that resembled a small town. Zhuge Buliang was slightly surprised that this kind of sweet potato could have a town or something.
Wang Bawen led them into the town, and immediately all the ghost cultivators in the town cast surprised glances at Zhuge Buliang and the others: "A stranger, a stranger?"
"Why did Wang Bawen bring strangers to the tribe?"
"No one has appeared in the Eighteenth Level of Hell for a long time."
"O stranger, if you devour their souls, your cultivation level will definitely improve by leaps and bounds."
Many ghost cultivators showed hot and greedy eyes.
Wang Bawen felt a little embarrassed and looked back at Zhuge Buliang's face. Seeing that his face was calm, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where is this town?" Zhuge Buliang asked in a low voice.
"Well, they are one of our tribes." Wang Bawen said.
"Wang Bawen, why did you bring a stranger to the tribe?" At this time, two ghost cultivators stood in front of Wang Bawen and Zhuge Buliang and said with an evil expression.
"They are my friends." Wang Bawen whispered, looking at the two ghost cultivators with a somewhat frightened look.
"Friends? Huh, they are strangers!" The ghost cultivator said in a rude tone: "What do you mean by bringing two strangers here? Catch them!!" [
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen ghost cultivators surrounded him.
Fei'er's expression changed slightly and she pulled Zhuge Buliang's sleeve.
Zhuge Buliang sneered, he finally understood. Ghost cultivators devoured the souls of strangers, which greatly improved their cultivation. These ghost cultivators suspected that they regarded themselves as a delicious meal, and everyone wanted to take a bite.
Zhuge Buliang smiled bitterly, he finally understood Tang Seng's difficulties.
"Feng Hui, you must not do this. You don't know their origins, so don't do whatever you want." Wang Bawen stopped him hastily.
"Humph, strangers are not tolerated here. Wang Bawen, are you tired of living? Believe it or not, I can swallow you up first. I guess the boss won't say anything!" The ghost named Feng Hui
Xiu shouted, with the corners of his mouth raised and his words contemptuous, not taking Wang Bawen seriously at all.
"Leave these people to Big Brother to devour!" A ghost cultivator suggested.
"Yes, give them to Big Brother to devour. The souls of these strangers will probably help Big Brother advance to a higher level."
"Swallow him!"
"Swallow him!"
A group of ghost cultivators started shouting and began to move towards Zhuge Buliang and the others.
Wang Bawen looked at Zhuge Buliang with a face of danger. He knew what would happen 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 didn't know much about the cultivation level of ghost cultivators, and they didn't know what the cultivation level of these ghost cultivators was like.
However, Zhuge Buliang did not consider this at this moment. His consciousness was silent in his body, and he found that the seven divine acupoints were flickering strangely, as if they had an inexplicable reaction.
"Everyone, please calm down, let's invite the boss out." Wang Bawen shouted.
At this moment, the crowd separated to the left and right, and a middle-aged ghost cultivator walked out. He was tall, with black energy lingering on his body, and a powerful aura surged over him.
Zhuge Buliang frowned slightly, his aura was definitely comparable to that of a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.
"What happened!?" shouted the middle-aged ghost cultivator who came and glanced at the stranger with cold eyes. When he saw Zhuge Buliang and the others, he was immediately startled, with a burning look in his eyes: "The aura of a stranger.
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"Brother, Wang Bawen came to the tribe secretly with strangers. We are preparing to capture these strangers and dedicate them to brother." The ghost cultivator named Feng Hui said.
The middle-aged ghost cultivator nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "These strangers are great tonics. Take them down and I will deal with them myself."
"Brother, you must not do this!" Wang Bawen hurriedly came.
"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!"
"ah!"
Exclamations came and went, and everyone was shocked.
Purgatory, that is the forbidden area of the eighteenth level of hell. In the entire eighteenth level of hell, everyone is afraid of purgatory.