Meng Chuan speculated that the higher the status of the lower-level detainees, the stronger the strength.

But in any case, there is no doubt that this is indeed an underworld. Meng Chuan stepped forward and crossed the corridor and saw the first cell.

This cell is no different from the prison where prisoners were held in ancient times, except that the entire cell is made of metal made of special materials, not to mention that it is only for ordinary people, even a grandmaster is extremely difficult to escape.

The cell was occupied by a foreigner, and it was not difficult to recognize him as a high-ranking military general, judging by his torn clothes.

At this time, this foreigner seems to have been tortured, covered in blood and plasma, and the whole person is a little sluggish.

Seeing someone passing by his cell, he was first shocked, and then saw that this person was not from inside the ghost gate, and he was a little puzzled, why would an outsider pass by here alone?

He opened his mouth to call for help, but finally covered his mouth for fear of being punished, and curled up on the marching bed in the cell.

Meng Chuan found that the name and identity of this person were written on the wall outside the cell, which was convenient for Meng Chuan, and when the time came, he only needed to find the name of his father Meng Xinghe, otherwise all the people in this cell were not ghosts, how could he tell which one was his father.

Meng Chuan couldn't help but lift his heart when he saw that although the people who were being held here were free to save their lives, they all looked like they had suffered great pain.

If his father had been treated like this, he would have washed this place in blood today.

Meng Chuan walked briskly forward, making his way down the corridor, finding out who each of the people in the cage was.

It's just a pity that all the way over, Meng Chuan didn't find Meng Xinghe's name.

Of course, this is only the beginning, just this floor, Meng Chuan only searched less than one-tenth of the cell.

Just when Meng Chuan had just walked around a corner, four ghost pawns dressed in white floated in front of him, holding mourning sticks.

It seems that they were originally going to meet with the ghost handsome and escort the captured target to a prison cell.

But it was Meng Chuan who came on, and all four of them were stunned.

"Intruder!" one of the ghost pawns shouted, and before he could say a second sentence, Meng Chuan had already floated in and pointed at the center of the ghost clan's eyebrows.

In an instant, the ghost clan's head exploded silently, and the headless corpse staggered backwards before collapsing.

The other three ghost clans were terrified, and as soon as Meng Chuan made a move, they knew that this person dared to break into the underworld, and he was definitely not an idle person.

The four were obviously well-trained, two of them wanted to come forward to stop Meng Chuan, and the other fled quickly, as if to call the others from the ghost gate to arrest the intruder.

It's just that a master at the level of a mere grandmaster, how could he have a chance to escape in front of Meng Chuan.

As soon as Meng Chuan flipped his wrist, the Demon Suppression Sword fell into his hand.

The Demon Suppression Sword hummed, and was slashed out by Meng Chuan casually, and a sword qi slashed through the bodies of the three ghost clans, and suddenly all three of them were split into two, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Meng Chuan stepped on the sticky blood of these people and continued to move forward, the corners of his clothes were stained with blood, as if a killing god had descended into the world, which made people look a little frightened.

Soon Meng Chuan looked at all the cells on the first floor, but found no trace of his father.

Coming to the end of the corridor, Meng Chuan saw the steps leading to the next floor, and did not hesitate, stepping down to continue searching.

The next floor, though smaller than the first, is still very large and occupied by cells.

At this point, Meng Chuan understood that the composition of this underworld should be like an upside-down tower, and the further down it went, the smaller the area became.

It didn't take long for Meng Chuan to complete the search of the seventh floor.

On the way, Meng Chuan encountered the obstruction of an unknown number of ghost pawns, but these ghost pawns were all killed by Meng Chuan with a sword without exception, and they did not even stop Meng Chuan from taking half a step.

In addition to the ghost pawns, Meng Chuan also saw nearly ten ghost generals, all of whom could already invoke the power of heaven and earth, and they were only half a step away from entering the psychic people.

There are even some ghost generals who have just entered the realm of the gods, and they don't have enough qualifications, so they haven't been named ghost marshals.

Of course, this kind of person is only a small part, and only two of the ten ghost generals Meng Chuan has encountered are like this.

Even so, the background of this Ghost Gate Pass is enough to make people stagger, because roughly calculated, except for the Ghost King, the number of people who have a psychic in this Ghost Gate Pass should be more than ten people, which is far better than the third-class sects such as Tianwu Pavilion, Fengyun Sect, and Lihuo Sect.

Meng Chuan killed all the way, but still did not find the whereabouts of his father Meng Xinghe, and at this time, Meng Chuan also sensed that this dungeon was divided into eighteen layers, and he could turn over the entire dungeon by going down eleven floors.

And so far, Meng Chuan has not encountered any decent obstacles, but all the enemies who have a ghost gate have been killed by him with a sword.

At the same time, on the seventeenth floor of the Ghost Gate.

It's almost at the bottom of the underworld, so it's not as spacious as other places.

It was only twenty feet square, and it was very dark, except for a tiny candle burning on the four walls, and the wick of the candle was still an eerie green.

The whole room was filled with a dim spring of water, which was not stagnant, but with four statues of Truth around the walls, and the mouth slowly spewed out more spring water and poured into it.

From the spring water, you can feel the obvious dead air, this dead air is more terrible than any kind of poison in the world, if ordinary people get a drop, I am afraid that the skin will immediately ulcerate and die.

And in this spring, there seems to be a dark shadow hidden, and I don't know what it is.

Ten iron chains were tied to the shadow at the same time, each arm was about the thickness of an arm, and the materials were extremely exquisite, smelted from a variety of rare ores.

These ores are generally mined and used to refine magic weapons and soldiers, and even in the Immortal Cultivation Sect, they are extremely precious.

Therefore, these chains alone are worth as much as a high-level psychic artifact, otherwise it would be impossible to soak in the water of these yellow springs without being corroded.

The top of the ten chains were tied to ten stone pillars that stood up, and at the top of the pillars sat a man in a black cloak.

There were ten of them in total, and the aura on each of them was extremely terrifying, far from being comparable to ordinary psychics.

Meng Chuan's movements from the upper floors were not deliberately concealed, so masters like them naturally felt that there was an invasion of outsiders in the underworld.

"Since the establishment of the underworld, it has never been so noisy, who dares to come here to make trouble?" one of the black-robed men spoke slowly, his voice sounding a little old.