"When will you leave?" Zhuge Buliang looked at Wang Bawen.
"Well, it's three days later, what? Boss Zhuge, are you going too?" Wang Bawen's eyes were filled with joy.
Zhuge Buliang glanced at the little ginseng fruit and said, "I really want to see it, but it would be great if I could get in touch with people like the Ghost King or the Beauty Queen."
"Yes, yes, you must go." Ginseng Fruit nodded.
Wang Bawen looked at Zhuge Buliang and Xiao Ginsengguo strangely. They couldn't even think about people like the Ghost King and the Gorgeous Queen, let alone deal with them. I'm afraid they wouldn't like it if he licked their butts.
Astringent.[
"Dealing with the Ghost King" Wang Bawen shrank his neck angrily.
Three days later, Zhuge Buliang and the others walked out of the cave and returned to the town. There was a rush of gongs and drums in the town, and they were preparing for something. Zhou Bin personally took command.
"Sir, you are out of seclusion." Seeing Zhuge Buliang and others arriving, Zhou Bin hurriedly walked up with a face full of hospitality. He learned from Wang Bawen that Zhuge Buliang was practicing in seclusion and no one was allowed to disturb him.
"I heard from the bastard, are you taking any action this time?" Zhuge Buliang looked at people with his nose and stood with his hands behind his back, showing a bit of a master's demeanor.
"My name is Wang Bawen." Wang Bawen on the side was a little unhappy.
Zhou Bin nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, yes, this time I heard that there was something strange happening somewhere in the Eighteenth Level of Hell. We were about to go check it out. Besides us, there were more than ten other forces. What? Your Excellency also felt that
interest."
Speaking of this, Zhou Bin's eyes lit up with joy. He had already seen Zhuge Buliang's terrifying methods, and he came out of purgatory. If there was such a master by his side, he would not be able to fight against other forces.
Let's go.
"I would like to take a look." Zhuge Buliang said, why couldn't he see what Zhou Bin was thinking, but he didn't say anything.
The joy in Zhou Bin's eyes became even brighter, and he said with a smile: "It's really an honor for me, Zhou Bin, to have an adult go with us. I don't know where that kid Feng Hui has gone. We are about to set off. If we can't find him, we won't wait."
He got it."
Zhuge Buliang and Wang Bawen looked at each other, and Wang Bawen showed a wry smile on his lips.
Wait? I’m afraid I’ll never be able to wait.
"One thing I want to make clear is that I am just joining in the fun this time and do not represent your tribe. Do you understand what I mean?" Zhuge Buliang looked at Zhou Bin.
Zhou Bin's mouth twitched slightly and nodded: "Yes, I understand."
Two hours later, they started to set off. In the entire tribe, including Zhou Bin and Wang Bawen, there were only ten ghost cultivators who could fly in the air. The other ghost cultivators borrowed various artifacts to fly.
Zhuge Buliang was very surprised. Ghost cultivators also knew how to control magic weapons? But when he thought about it, he was relieved. These ghost cultivators were cultivators during their lives. Although they were thrown into eighteen levels of hell after death and became ghost cultivators, they were also
A type of practitioner.
If they had something to say, they would always say something. Three days later, they came to the sky above a plain. From a distance, they saw golden light rising into the sky, covering a hundred miles around the plain, and a strong energy of heaven and earth rushed towards them.
"This must be the destination of this trip." Wang Bawen said with emotion, looking at the golden light soaring into the sky, he was in a trance.
"The essence of heaven and earth is so rich. If you practice here, your cultivation will be twice the result with half the effort." Some ghost cultivators discussed.
At this time, Zhuge Buliang discovered that there was also a small town on the plain, which was much larger than the town where Zhou Bin was. When they came to the small town, the town was quite lively, and ghost cultivators could be seen everywhere. It seemed that they were all
Coming towards the land of golden light.[
The town only covers an area the size of a village. The town that used to be sparsely populated is now very lively. Most of the ghost cultivators from the Eighteenth Level of Hell have gathered here, making the town crowded with people at first glance.
Although there are a large number of people, few ghost cultivators dare to actually go to the golden zone. At most, they just wander around the golden zone.
Because a few days ago, more than a dozen ghost cultivators entered the golden light zone and never came out again.
After that, several more ghost cultivators walked in, but more than ten days passed, and there was no movement from the people who broke into the golden light zone, and there was no news at all.
On the fifteenth day, one of the ghost cultivators with a high level of cultivation escaped. His face turned black, his whole body smelled burnt, his black hair fell out, and his scalp was dripping with blood, as if someone had ripped off his hair and scalp along with it.
It was torn off by force, it was horrible to look at.
The powerful ghost cultivator left as if running for his life, leaving only one sentence to everyone: "If you want to survive, leave quickly!"
All the ghost cultivators were horrified, what was in the golden light?
Is it true that, as rumored, a huge and dangerous creature is about to break through the seal? Such a big event should alarm the ghost world.
The ghost cultivators no longer dare to set foot in that kind of place easily and can only wait and see what happens.
The ghost cultivators were not frightened, but their curiosity still drove them to stay. However, they did not dare to walk into the golden area rashly, and just wandered around the periphery.
Looking at the crowded town in front of him, Zhou Bin led a group of men and walked in. Zhuge Buliang and others followed behind him in an extremely low-key manner.
They stopped in front of a restaurant. Such a place would appear in these eighteen levels of hell.
The restaurant was full of people, in groups of four or five, gathered around the table to drink and chat, all of which were related to the golden zone. There were even some loud-voiced people bragging about what they had done a few days ago.
Enter into the golden light.
The noisy inn not only made a few people frown, but the people in the inn did not seem to notice the arrival of Zhuge Buliang and the others, and continued to talk and shout loudly.
"Are you Zhou Bin?"
A shout came from the second floor, and a young man with a slender figure and a handsome face was seen standing at the entrance of the stairs, waving to them.
Zhou Bin nodded to the people behind him and walked up the stairs.
The space on the second floor seemed to be a lot more spacious and tidy than the first floor, but it was equally full of people. But it was much quieter. And as soon as Zhou Bin and the others came up, everyone's eyes turned to each other.
Zhou Bin glanced at the young man and said, "Has everyone else arrived?"
The handsome young man nodded and seemed a little dissatisfied: "The other forces have already arrived and are waiting for you."
"I was delayed due to some things on the way, so I came late," Zhou Bin said.
The handsome young man nodded. At this time, he suddenly noticed Zhuge Buliang and the others behind him, and said in surprise: "They are strangers! When did strangers appear in the eighteenth level of hell!?" [
"Well, this is a friend of mine." Zhou Bin was stunned and quickly introduced.
The handsome young man looked at Zhuge Buliang and the others with a look of surprise on his face. There was a vague light of bloodlust in his eyes. The souls of strangers are an excellent tonic for ghost cultivators.
"I advise you not to have any evil thoughts, you can't afford to offend them!" Zhou Bin's eyes flashed coldly, and he looked at the handsome young man coldly.
"Humph, come with me!" The handsome young man snorted coldly, stared at Zhuge Buliang and the others again, turned around and walked away.
Zhou Bin nodded apologetically towards Zhuge Buliang and looked at each other. He asked the others to wait here. Only Zhuge Buliang and Wang Bawen followed behind the handsome young man.
They came to a private room and stopped. The handsome young man walked in, followed by Zhou Bin and the others.
The private room was very large, with a huge round table in the middle and a dozen people sitting around it. A heavy pressure permeated the private room.
"Zhou Bin, you are so proud that you made us wait for you for so long!" A middle-aged man with a pale face stood up.
Zhou Bin smiled and said: "I'm sorry everyone, because we received the news very late in advance, and there were some odds and ends, so we wasted some time."
The middle-aged ghost cultivator shouted coldly: "You are so grand and you have brought so many people here."
"Brother Guanglie, what are you talking about? These adults are here for that mysterious golden land this time." Zhou Bin didn't mind at all and lured Zhuge Buliang and them to everyone.
"It's a stranger!"
I heard screams of surprise in the private room, and everyone looked at Zhuge Buliang and others as if they were looking at monsters.
Among them, the handsome young man who led the way whispered something into the ear of the ghost cultivator named Guang Lie. Guang Lie's eyes flashed with heat and he said: "How can there be a stranger in the eighteenth level of hell?
It is also rarely seen in the ghost world."
"Zhou Bin, what is the relationship between these strangers and you?"
"That's right, what do you mean by bringing these strangers here? The eighteen levels of hell do not allow strangers to appear!"
Many people yelled, but the eyes they looked at Zhuge Buliang were full of greed. The souls of strangers are of great benefit to their ghost cultivators. Now Zhuge Buliang is suspected to have become the flesh of Tang Monk. Who has seen it?
Everyone wants to take a bite.
Zhou Bin had a smile on his lips. He wished that everyone would focus on Zhuge Buliang. He knew the terror of Zhuge Buliang and wanted to use Zhuge Buliang's hand to show his power.
Zhuge Buliang frowned and glanced at Zhou Bin.
At this time, the man named Guang Lie said: "Zhou Bin, you brought these strangers to break the rules. These strangers will be left to our disposal."
"Yes, capture these strangers!"
Many people had already stood up and looked at Zhuge Buliang and the others, with a hint of heat in their eyes.
Wang Bawen's expression changed and he said: "Everyone, please don't be impulsive."
Guang Lie shouted coldly: "Who are you! When will it be your turn to interrupt like a little guy, get out of here!"
After saying that, Guang Lie unfolded his sleeves, and a majestic force surged out, knocking Wang Bawen back a few steps.
"Take these strangers!"
Wang Bawen staggered back, his expression slightly changed.
Zhou Bin turned around and glanced at Zhuge Buliang's face, and thought to himself that he had gone too far. If this man got angry and swallowed these things, then he would be the culprit, and he was negligent.
, it’s really an oversight.
Waves of killing intent filled the private room, flooding towards Zhuge Buliang and the others.
"Humph, a bunch of idiots." A playful smile appeared on the corner of Little Ginseng Fruit's mouth.
"Bold!" Several powerful ghost cultivators stood up with terrifying momentum.
Zhou Bin frowned and said, "Don't be impulsive. Do you know the origin of this adult?"
"I only know that they are strangers and cannot appear in the eighteenth level of hell!" A ghost cultivator said solemnly.
Zhou Bin sneered and said: "To put it bluntly, I'm afraid that all the people sitting here combined are no match for this gentleman."
Everyone's expressions changed, and one of the ghost cultivators asked, "Zhou Bin, what do you mean?"
"This gentleman came out of purgatory." Zhou Bin said suddenly.