Although the Eighteenth Level of Hell is not as vast as Jiuyou, its territory is quite generous.
Zhuge Buliang did not take Fei'er and Monkey with him, but went with Little Ginsengguo. Following the ghost king Zuo Shi, he flew towards the ghost king's palace, one of the major forces in the eighteenth level of hell.
Four days later, they came to a black mountainous area. The great rivers here were all black, and the lead clouds in the sky were thick, suppressing the void, giving people a very depressing atmosphere.
The little ginseng fruit squatted on Zhuge Buliang's shoulder and said, "I always feel like we are going to the Hongmen Banquet, right?"
Zhuge Buliang smiled and said nothing, but he was also very worried in his heart.[
"If things change, let's hide in the Demonic City and stay there for ten and a half years before coming out." Xiao Ginsengguo thought about it and suggested.
Zhuge Buliang smiled bitterly: "If the Ghost King is the kind of person with incredible strength, I'm afraid we can't hide it from him even if we hide in the Demon City."
The two of them talked to each other in low voices.
Zuo Shi, the Ghost King flying at the front, turned a deaf ear, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him. Even when he heard the little ginseng fruit say something derogatory to the Ghost King, he remained silent.
Not long after, a vast breath rushed in, mixed with a creepy Yin Qi.
A black palace stands on the cliff. The palace is majestic, like a wild dragon dormant there. The majestic aura gives people a sense of intimidation.
Ghost King Zuo Shi did not slow down, but flew past the palace with Zhuge Buliang and the little ginseng fruit.
Zhuge Buliang glanced down and saw several ghost cultivators in black armor stationed around the palace. They were solemn and solemn, guarding the palace in straight rows.
"Isn't the Ghost King in this palace?" Zhuge Buliang asked suspiciously.
Ghost King Zuo Shi took them and flew for dozens of miles. For cultivators of their level, these dozens of miles only happened in an instant.
Finally, they landed on the top of a mountain.
As soon as he lowered his body, Zhuge Buliang felt something was wrong in the atmosphere around him. The ghost king Zuo Shi suddenly disappeared without any trace.
Around him, several auras rushed towards Zhuge Buliang. Zhuge Buliang looked around and saw a ghost cultivator with gray hair sitting cross-legged on the four surrounding peaks. Four powerful pressures rushed towards Zhuge Buliang and Xiao Xiao.
Press the ginseng fruit.
Zhuge Buliang frowned. With his extraordinary eyesight, he saw a man in black robe standing on the highest mountain in the distance, standing with his hands behind his back. Black mist was steaming from his body, and his appearance could not be seen. But the whole person
But it seems to be integrated with the heaven and earth, and the momentum seems to be pressing down like the fearful power of heaven.
"Is he the Ghost King?" Zhuge Buliang thought to himself.
Four strong pressures came towards him. Zhuge Buliang paused slightly and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, Ghost King, what do you mean?"
The sound waves are so powerful that they can be heard even hundreds of miles away.
But the Ghost King on the distant mountain peak said nothing and still stood with his hands behind his back.
"boom!"[
Four soaring auras exploded, and Zhuge Buliang was shocked. The four ghost cultivators around him were all extremely powerful, and even one of them was not something he could easily contend with.
"It's over, it's really the Hongmen Banquet." Little Ginsengguo said in fear, tightly grasping a strand of Zhuge Buliang's black silk.
Zhuge Buliang held the Ancient Coin Sword in his hand without any fluctuations in his aura, but Zhuge Buliang felt that his whole person was much more relaxed. The Ancient Coin Sword is a Taoist sacred object, and it is originally a thing that can defeat evil spirits, especially ghosts.
Huge lethality.
The ghost cultivators on the four peaks roared loudly, and four big black hands pressed towards Zhuge Buliang.
The big black hand crushed the space and almost shattered the mountaintop at Zhuge Buliang's feet.
Zhuge Buliang stood like a rock, towering and motionless. The ancient coin sword was suspended above his head. At this moment, the ancient coin sword suddenly glowed with thousands of golden lights, and one hundred and eight ancient copper coins scattered in all directions. Each ancient copper coin was
It has the ability to penetrate the void, and the golden light is dazzling like stars.
"puff!"
"puff!"
"puff!"
After several muffled sounds, one hundred and eight ancient copper coins immersed the void around the four peaks, imprisoning the ghost cultivators on the four peaks in the void.
One hundred and eight ancient copper coins condensed into an ancient coin sword again and returned to Zhuge Buliang's hands.
At this moment, accompanied by four long roars, four figures flew up from the pierced void. Four powerful ghost cultivators actually broke through the restricted void and escaped.
Before he could say too many words, four terrifying black vortexes flew out and pressed towards Zhuge Buliang. The heavy pressure almost caused Zhuge Buliang to spit out a mouthful of blood.
These four ghost cultivators are definitely not comparable to the Ghost King's envoys. They are definitely behemoths suppressed in the eighteen levels of hell. Four black whirlpools swallowed them down. At this moment, Zhuge Buliang's body was filled with purple energy.
, the seven big stars above the head sink and float, and the purple nebula vortex condenses and takes shape again.
Purple nebula vortices rose into the sky, covering the sky and the earth, trying to swallow up the four black air vortices that were approaching.
But the four black air vortexes also had great suction force. For a while, the purple nebula vortex, which had never failed to swallow them up, was unable to swallow them up. The purple nebula vortex and the four black air vortexes were deadlocked in mid-air.
Zhuge Buliang's forehead was dripping with cold sweat. These were really the four masters, the only ones in the Eighteen Hells.
"Hold on to me!" Zhuge Buliang reminded the small ginseng fruit on his shoulder, and his figure rushed out, appearing thousands of meters away in an instant, trying to escape.
Facing the four masters, he felt a sense of power.
Zhuge Buliang didn't even think about it, turned around, raised his true energy by twelve points, and fled into the distance.
But at this moment, the Ghost King standing on the mountain took action, and a big black hand stretched out directly to the sky, reaching dozens of miles away, shattering the void around Zhuge Buliang, and imprisoning him
in it.
"It's over, I can't escape!" Little Ginsengguo was shocked.[
The purple curse mark flashed between Zhuge Buliang's brows, and he was about to hide in the Demonic City. But the big black hand swiveled and sucked him and the little ginseng back in, and they came to the top of the mountain again.
Zhuge Buliang has seven stars above his head, and a Beidou light curtain hangs down.
"Are you really from purgatory?" At this moment, the ghost king on the mountain peak spoke, his voice almost ethereal, as if coming from outside the sky.
"So be it." Zhuge Buliang said.
"You're lying!!" The Ghost King suddenly shouted loudly: "I went to purgatory to investigate, and there was no sealed big shot in purgatory who broke through the seal. How did you, a stranger, enter the eighteenth level of hell!
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Zhuge Buliang showed bitterness on his face and said: "I did come out of purgatory, but I am not a sealed being in purgatory. I come from Kyushu."
"Kiuzhou!" The ghost king on the mountain peak was full of surprise and said, "Are you from the world of cultivating immortals in Jiuzhou?"
"Not bad!" Zhuge Bu nodded.
The atmosphere became silent. The Ghost King said nothing and stood on the mountain with his hands behind his hands. After a moment, the Ghost King shouted: "No matter where you are from? Your appearance has broken the balance of the eighteen levels of hell. You must disappear!"
After saying that, a majestic momentum enveloped him once again.
"Damn it, I'll die if I tell the truth, wow, that's so unreasonable." Ginseng Fruit muttered dissatisfied.
At the same time, the four surrounding ghost cultivators once again attacked. The four of them made a big hand seal and pressed towards Zhuge Buliang.
"Fight it, find a chance to escape, and then hide in the Demonic City." Zhuge Buliang thought to himself, the purple light on his fist was dazzling, like the purple sun, dazzling.
And in this purple light, there is still a trace of black energy.
Zhuge Buliang used all his strength to inspire the secrets of ancient martial arts. He used his fists for several days to clash with the big hand seal that came from the air.
"Boom!" Most of the mountaintop at his feet collapsed. Zhuge Buliang's face turned pale, and half of his body sank into the soil. The four ghost cultivators staggered, and then shot towards Zhuge Buliang again.
A palm.
The mountain top beneath Zhuge Buliang's feet completely collapsed under the pressure of his big black palm.
With a long roar, Zhuge Buliang soared into the sky, and the churning purple energy surged torrents. Zhuge Buliang activated the ancient martial arts secrets, and behind him, a black crow totem appeared and struck at the four ghost cultivators.
"The secret of ancient martial arts!" The Ghost King on the mountain peak exclaimed, full of surprise.
Zhuge Buliang struck out the Black Crow Totem and froze it in the void. The attacks from the four ghost cultivators hit the Black Crow Totem and were defused by the Black Crow Totem. At the same time, the Black Crow Totem also collapsed.
Zhuge Buliang swung his fist into the sky, shattering the void and causing the sky to tremble.
"Bang!"
But facing the attack of the four ghost cultivators, Zhuge Buliang was blasted into the ground this time. His face was as pale as paper, and the energy and blood in his body were churning.
"Oops, I can't get out at all." Zhuge Buliang thought to himself.
"Wow, boy, you can't die. If you die, there will be no hope." Little Ginseng Fruit lay on Zhuge Buliang's shoulder and shouted.
At this time, the attacks of the four ghost cultivators were suppressed again.
Purple light surged from Zhuge Buliang's body, and the ancient martial arts secrets were fired out, piercing the void and paralyzing the entire void. He destroyed the attacks of the four major ghost cultivators.
"The Secret of Ancient Martial Arts!" The ghost king on the mountain suddenly took action at this time, and slapped Zhuge Buliang with his black ghost hand.
"puff!"
This blow was enough to shatter the heaven and the earth. Zhuge Buliang spat out a mouthful of blood and his body flew backwards.
The Ghost King once again struck out with his ghost hand, shrouding Zhuge Buliang.
Zhuge Buliang's internal organs were severely damaged, and cracks appeared on his skin. His skin, which was originally like jade, was now like cracked porcelain.
At this moment, Bian's black energy suddenly surged out of Zhuge Buliang's body, with such momentum that even the small ginseng fruit was blown away.
"Wow, boy Zhuge, what are you doing!" the little ginseng fruit monster shouted.