Among the entire Eighteen Levels of Hell, only Purgatory is the real core, and the other places are the periphery of the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
When Wang Bawen said this, everyone was shocked. Even the middle-aged ghost cultivator took a step back in surprise. Who among the eighteen levels of hell didn't know where Purgatory is? It's a place where big evils are suppressed.
, each one is a super terrifying existence.
The overlord of the eighteen levels of hell, Yan, came out of purgatory and led the ghost cultivator.
It can be said that anyone who comes out of purgatory is a terrifying person.
"Did you really come out of purgatory?" The middle-aged ghost cultivator's eyes flickered, obviously not believing it.[
Wang Bawen also felt guilty for a while. In fact, he didn't know whether Zhuge Buliang really came out of purgatory. He just heard some clues from his words, but he couldn't care so much at the moment. First of all, he heard some clues from his words.
I don’t say whether Zhuge Buliang is really coming out of purgatory. If it is true, I’m afraid the ghost cultivators in the entire town will be killed in an instant.
The ghost cultivators were shocked and looked at Zhuge Buliang and the others in surprise. Since they came out of purgatory, could they be at the same level as Yan?
This is the thought of all the ghost cultivators at this moment. But they don't know that Zhuge Buliang is not a vicious creature suppressed in purgatory, but just happens to appear in purgatory by chance.
"Humph, Wang Bawen, do you think this statement is credible? How can so many masters appear in purgatory at once?" Feng Hui sneered coldly: "And coming out of purgatory will definitely cause trouble in the entire eighteenth level of hell.
It’s shocking, but we haven’t received any news. Do you think anyone will believe this kind of lie?”
"I" Wang Bawen immediately responded.
"Hmph, let's talk about it now. You are clearly protecting these strangers!" Feng Hui sneered.
Suddenly, everyone was relieved and let out a breath, obviously believing Feng Hui's words. Only the middle-aged ghost cultivator still lowered his head, seeming to be deep in thought.
Zhuge Buliang's eyes were cold as he looked at the ghost cultivator named Feng Hui. This man was always targeting him, which made Zhuge Buliang feel disgusted.
Being stared at by Zhuge Buliang's cold gaze, Feng Hui immediately felt his soul tremble and hurriedly kept silent.
The middle-aged ghost cultivator took a step forward and said, "Let me ask you again, are you really coming out of purgatory?"
"Yes!" Zhuge Bu nodded.
He was telling the truth. He and others had indeed come out of purgatory. As for whether they were the evil creatures guarding purgatory, he didn't ask. There was no need for him to tell the truth. It was good to keep a little suspense.
The middle-aged ghost cultivator frowned and said, "Really? You'll know after you try it!"
After saying that, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from the middle-aged ghost cultivator, sending everyone around him back.
Zhuge Buliang stood there like a rock. He asked Fei'er, Monkey and Little Ginseng Fruit to step aside. Facing the powerful momentum of the middle-aged ghost cultivator, Zhuge Buliang took a step forward, his clothes making a rustling sound.
"boom!"
The black energy around him suddenly burst out of the middle-aged ghost cultivator's body, forming a huge black vortex and swallowing Zhuge Buliang away.
This is a skill unique to ghost cultivators, called Devouring. It can swallow the souls of other ghost cultivators alive to increase one's own strength.
At the same time, the seven divine acupoints in Zhuge Buliang's body moved abnormally, and purple true energy burst out, forming a purple vortex on top of Zhuge Buliang's head and rising into the air.[
"puff!"
The purple vortex rotated, instantly swallowing the black vortex created by the middle-aged ghost cultivator, and disappeared completely.
"What!"
The expressions of all the ghost cultivators changed immediately, and the middle-aged ghost cultivator also showed an incredible expression.
Even Zhuge Buliang was a little surprised. He knew that the Seven-Star Treasure Body had the ability to devour the essence of the magic weapon, but he did not expect that it could even devour the Yin power of the ghost cultivator. He just didn't know if it could devour the soul.
Thinking of this, Zhuge Buliang smiled ferociously, and the purple vortex pressed down in the air, pressing towards the middle-aged ghost cultivator.
The middle-aged ghost cultivator's face changed color, he raised his palms to the sky, and the black energy condensed into a giant sword and slashed up into the air.
But swallowed by the purple vortex, the giant sword immediately transformed into shape and merged into the purple vortex. The purple vortex pressed down and enveloped the middle-aged ghost cultivator.
Suddenly, the middle-aged ghost cultivator felt that his Yin power was passing away rapidly, and at the same time, his soul seemed to be torn apart by the suction force in the purple vortex.
"No!!!" The middle-aged ghost cultivator roared: "No! Master, spare my life, spare your life!"
Wang Bawen had a complicated look on his face, looked at Zhuge Buliang, and whispered: "Please spare his life, don't kill him."
Zhuge Buliang's eyes were filled with deathly silence, but his mind suddenly changed. He still didn't know much about the Eighteen Levels of Hell and would not easily cause trouble. At that moment, the purple vortex disappeared and the middle-aged ghost cultivator was released.
The middle-aged ghost cultivator squatted on the ground and gasped for air. In just a few seconds, he felt that his soul was about to be shattered, and most of the Yin power in his body had disappeared, and his cultivation had been chipped away.
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All the ghost cultivators did not dare to speak about this matter. Zhuge Buliang's overbearing methods suppressed everyone. Now no one would believe that they came out of purgatory.
The ghost cultivator named Feng Hui lowered his head with a gloomy face and did not dare to say anything anymore.
"Thank you, thank you for your mercy." The middle-aged ghost cultivator also felt the terror at this moment. In just a moment, he was swallowed by the purple whirlpool, which actually cut off less than half of his cultivation. He knew that the other party was showing mercy, otherwise he would
He will immediately lose his mind in the purple whirlpool.
"Are you the manager here?" Zhuge Buliang raised his eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged ghost cultivator.
Since the other party sees him as a master, he will simply pretend to be a B for once.
"Yes, yes, my name is Zhou Bin, and I am the manager here." The middle-aged ghost cultivator named Zhou Bin said.
"Arrange a place for me to live, and don't tell any ghost cultivators about my appearance. The same goes for you!" Zhuge Buliang looked around at everyone and shouted softly: "If anyone leaks the news, I will kill him!"
"Yes, yes, definitely, definitely." Zhou Bin nodded repeatedly, while the other ghost cultivators lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.
Fei'er stood aside and said with a smile: "My master is still very good, he is clean and smooth after a few times." [
The little ginseng fruit whispered: "This guy pretends to be cool, and he has a lot of airs. He has a future."
Under Zhou Bin's arrangement, Zhuge Buliang temporarily settled in the small town. Wang Bawen even took care of him. After learning about Zhuge Buliang's strength, he almost treated him like a grandfather. And he was in the small town.
The status in the town has also improved a lot, and many people nodded respectfully when they saw Wang Bawen.
On the contrary, this grandson was given the power to act like a fox.
"I said, bastard, I have something to ask you," said Little Ginsengguo.
"My name is Wang Bawen." Wang Bawen said, with black lines on his forehead.
"Okay, okay, anyway, the name is just a code name, what is it called?" Xiao Ginsengguo waved his hand: "Do you know where Yan's jurisdiction is?"
"Oh, that's far away. The Eighteenth Level of Hell is very big. We are now under the jurisdiction of the Ghost King, and the area under the jurisdiction of Queen Yan is in the extreme south." Wang Bawen thought for a while and said.
The young ginseng fruit sighed, lying on the bed with his pillow on the small tree, and fell into deep thought.
Zhuge Buliang sat aside, looking at the ginseng fruit, and said: "What are you doing with Yan? Do you know her?"
"None of your business!" Ginseng Fruit rolled his eyes.
Zhuge didn't say anything and took a sip of tea depressedly.
At this time, the gray-haired monkey jumped out of nowhere, holding two bright red fruits in his hand and one in his mouth. He threw one of the red fruits in his hand to Zhuge Buliang.
"What a pure essence. There are also spiritual fruits in the eighteenth level of hell?" Zhuge Buliang said in surprise.
Suddenly, Wang Bawen had a look of surprise on his face, and then he almost cried out, "It's the Chi Lian Fruit, where did you get it?"
"Do ghost cultivators also take spiritual fruits?" Zhuge Buliang asked.
Wang Bawen stared closely at the scarlet fruit and said, "Yes, yes, refining the essence in the spirit fruit and transforming it into yin power can improve your cultivation a lot."
Zhuge Bu nodded, looked at the monkey and said, "Where does this fruit come from?"
"Squeak!" The gray-haired monkey scratched his head and made random gestures.
Zhuge Buliang had a headache when he saw it, and he had no idea what it was saying. However, monkeys seemed to have special sensitivity to these heaven and earth spiritual creatures, and they could always find some weird things. When he was in Qingzhou, it was this little monkey
He was the first to discover ginseng fruit and spiritual veins.
"Tch, this kind of fruit is not good enough. The top is considered to be a medium-to-high-grade spiritual fruit." The small ginseng fruit yawned and turned over.
"Yeah, how can these Chi Lian Guo be compared with a little guy like you who has become a spirit? If I eat you, maybe I will directly break through to the stage of becoming a god." Zhuge Buliang said jokingly.
The little ginseng fruit shrank its neck and stopped talking.
Zhuge Buliang said: "Call Fei'er, Monkey, please take us to the place where you found Chi Lian Guo."
Because Feier was a girl, she was placed in another house. Zhuge Buliang and the others called Feier and left the town. Not long after, they came to a barren mountain.
"This place where birds don't poop, there are not even plants, will it breed spiritual fruits?" Zhuge Buliang was doubtful.
"Zhizhi!" The monkey seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with Zhuge Buliang's suspicion, and bared its teeth and claws at him.
The monkey led them around, and unexpectedly found a naturally formed cave, which was somewhat similar to the cave where the little ginseng fruit stayed, with the same forks in it.
The monkey walked in front, showing no signs of vigilance, and walked into the cave swaggeringly.
The cave led all the way underground, and after walking for more than half an hour, Zhuge Buliang suddenly felt a breath of heaven and earth essence, and thought to himself, could there really be a spiritual fruit here?
"Wow, there are so many little stars." Feier's eyes were fascinated.
On the top of the cave, red light spots were twinkling. The monkey pointed at the red stars on the top of the cave and shouted, obviously these are the so-called Chi Lian Guo.