Before coming to the eighteen layers of hell, every monk who participated in the battle had painted it in their minds, especially after going through the first seventeen layers.

Sima Languan is no exception.

But he didn't expect it to be what he was seeing.

Passing through the rippling wellhead like mercury, and being swept by the familiar and mysterious spatial fluctuations, his figure disappeared at the wellhead, and appeared in a ripple on the other side.

Seventeen layers of picturesque landscapes have disappeared.

There are no green peaks, no turquoise rivers, no milky mist, and even the clear blue sky.

What appeared in front of me turned out to be a simple and majestic wilderness!

Where it stands is an ancient altar.

Frontally, a dark gray barren plain spreads out in front of you.

Countless towering ancient trees, piercing the blue-gray sky, the top of which cannot be seen by the tall, and the nearly 100 people who are large cannot embrace it. But each one was rotten wood, with only a few withered yellow vines winding around it.

Behind and backwards, endless barren ruins stand silently.

It was as if it had been a prosperous city, but it had been buried in the dust of time. The tall walls were crumbling, and the houses were crumbling.

Only the stone pillars that reach the sky are still standing in all corners of the ruins and wasteland, carved with dragons and tigers.

At a glance, there is only a gray and white forest.

Rushing to the face, it is full of majesty and vicissitudes.

Even a character like Sima Languan, when his footsteps landed, he was shocked by the majestic scene that came into his eyes, and he was speechless.

At the foot is an old altar.

The dark gray stones, each six feet long, were built into a round platform that was ten feet high, and he was standing on the top platform of this altar, about six or seven feet in diameter.

There are many dark brown ancient patterns painted around the platform, which are animals and birds of different shapes, but they are all appearances that Sima Languan has never seen, and the surface of the platform is uneven, as if something was originally inlaid here, but it has been lifted and removed.

In the air, there was an old smell of blood.

He looked around, and his eyes fell on those dark brown patterns, and he was familiar with the smell of all kinds of human skins and animal skins for a long time.

It's the smell of animal blood.

It's like ......

A long, long time ago, it seems that someone killed a beast to take blood, and this pattern was drawn here as a formation.

There were also some gravel and rotten wood on the ground, which looked like tools.

But they are all so rotten that they will turn into black ash and be annihilated by the wind as soon as he touches them.

frowned, and suddenly frowned.

Sima Languan stood on this round platform, and only felt that something was not quite right-

In everyone's impression, the eighteenth layer of hell in the Polar Region should be a purgatory where ghosts suffer.

But this eighteenth layer doesn't even look like it's in the Polar Domain at all.

Aside from the superficial things of the altar and the city, Sima Languan would not forget the smell of blood on the edge of the altar. It wasn't the smell of deep white blood, it was the smell of bright red blood......

The smell of the blood of living creatures.

It's hard to imagine that there was ever something living here?

Shouldn't the Polar Region be a place where life and soul disappear in the first place?

Is this place ancient or ancient?

The divine thought of letting go was not withdrawn.

Sima Languan tried to find out more information, but apart from what he saw, there was no other breath coming from him.

"What about people......

He was chasing and killing those who had entered the eighteen layers of hell, but now he was the only one standing here, and the one he was looking for was nowhere to be found.

Looking around, there seemed to be a silent swamp under the wilderness in the distance, and there was no sound. The blue-gray sky covers it, but it always gives people a feeling of being clouded, blocking the most brilliant and pure colors.

The whole world is gray.

Even Sima Languan, who was accustomed to the deep and cold tones of the Extreme Domain, saw this realm, and he didn't know why he was extremely uncomfortable.

It seems that there is a huge danger hidden in this layer.

The frown didn't let go, he just shook the lantern in his hand slightly.

The peeled human skin, or soul skin, has been refined with a special technique to present a moving snow-white color, turning the dim yellow light from the wick into a faint cold light.

The exercises he practiced were the most unpredictable and special in the Ten Great Ghost Clans, and even in the entire Polar Domain. Just as they hadn't guessed that he would emerge from the lights to attack, no one else in the Polar Realm could have imagined it.

Who said that ghost cultivators can't hide in the light?

Originally, he was determined to get it just now.

Seeing that he had just experienced a fierce battle with Shang Lu, he had entered the relatively safe prison division, and with the protection of the formation, it was reasonable to say that he was defenseless.

But her reaction ......

It's just too fast.

Obviously, this is a female cultivator who only has the Soul Bead Realm before entering the Ding Battle, and it is impossible for her to go through many battles before, and she has developed the so-called "Qi Induction" and "Battle Intuition".

But she directly blocked his attack without warning.

"I'm really getting more and more curious......"

Sima Languan's voice carried a kind of hoarse charm, the joy of encountering prey beyond his expectations, slowly surging up, making him can't help but start looking forward to-

What kind of secret does this nun have?

What effect will her beauty skin bring to his lanterns?

However, everything has to be done by finding this nun.

The previous seventeen floors, the location of the teleportation of each layer of the prison master, was fixed, and everyone was the same, so there was no reason to change it after entering the eighteenth floor.

Seeing sorrow must have just been hidden.

In the distance in front of the altar, there is an ancient wilderness, and there is an open flat land in the middle, Sima Lan is worried, and no matter how fast he is, it is impossible to escape to the front in this small time difference.

So......

Only the ruins in the back.

One or two tall dry grass covers the ground and buries the traces of people, and in front of it is the crumbling ruins.

The best place to hide.

A smile of interest hung on Sima Languan's lips, the more hideous half of his face became more and more hideous, and the delicate half of his face became more and more delicate, only maintaining the scattered divine thoughts, jumping from the altar, and flying towards the front of the ground.

"Rustling ......"

In the dense grass, there was a faint sound.

Sima Languan's figure was immediately stunned.

He was silent when he was in the air, and it was quiet when he stopped, but his eyes were already cast in the direction from which the sound came.

After flying off the altar, the old bloody aura faded. In its place, there is the smell of new blood.

The dry grass is a gray color.

But on a few of the leaves, there were a few traces of forest white.

Tut.

Hurt.

Sima Languan suddenly laughed and sneered: "Seriously injured, dying body, why not give me this beautiful skin!"

When the words landed, on the human skin lantern, the cold light suddenly blazed!

A deep blue smoke actually came out of the lantern, and then condensed into a painful beauty face, as if it was about to fly out of the human skin wrapped in the lantern.

But it was still bound to it.

Only the cold light, grabbed by Sima Languan's slender five fingers, actually seemed to pull out layers of vast smoke out, scattering stars, and threw it in the direction of the bloodstain!

"Rustle!"

Smoke and smoke falling!

But when it fell to the ground, it was like an exploding star stream, and it exploded down!

From the back of this bloodstain, it radiated in a fan-shape, and the ground was more than 30 zhang wide, and immediately it was a mess, and all the heavenly grasses turned into a piece of fly ash the moment they touched this light and smoke.

The whole ground immediately became naked.

A figure in a light blue robe finally had nowhere to hide.

"Sorrow!"

Sima Languan didn't need to identify it at all, he could clearly know the identity of the other party, and when he laughed, he didn't hesitate to raise his hand and twitch it, and he actually pulled out a light blue sword with a cold light light from the human skin lantern!

"My sword is perfectly worthy of you!"

Seeing sorrow, he did not speak.

Because she was attacked by Sima Languan when she passed through the seventeenth layer of the prison division, although the six-vein distraction mirror blocked most of the attacks for her, she was also affected, and she had a dark wound on her body, so her face looked pale.

But the corners of his eyes and eyebrows are becoming more and more condensed, as if there is a touch of frost and snow hidden.

Seeing Sima Languan attacking, she was originally sitting cross-legged, but her face was expressionless, she slapped the ground with one hand, and rose directly from the ground.

At that moment, it was also silent.

A faint milky white light rose from her body, revealing a radiant feeling.

But is Sima Languan a mediocre person?

She retreated quickly, and he was not slow to chase!

A faint light blue lightsaber, in the blink of an eye, has reached three inches in front of the heart of the sorrowful eyebrow.

But at that moment, the expressionless sorrow actually opened a smile at him, a smile that seemed to be very kind......

Something seems wrong?

Sima Languan's sensitivity to crises has never been bad, and almost immediately his mind flashed through all kinds of things after entering the eighteenth layer-

Analyzing the whereabouts of the sorrow, he found the blood of Mori Bai when he got off the altar, so he found traces of the sorrow......

Is it that easy?

Or is it so simple for this female cultivator who has survived all the way to the seventeenth floor and is even very likely to win the championship?

There is fraud!

Such a thought, the lightning stone fire directly came out of Sima Languan's mind!

"Zheng!"

He withdrew his sword and turned back faster than he came!

But he just retreated less than six feet, and the sorrow in front of him had already been directly pinched!

"Come on!"

With this soft shout, behind Sima Languan, that is, the place where he had just lived, there was a sudden explosion, and stone chips flew one after another! Thirty or fifty dark lights on the ground suddenly rose!

A chilling murderous aura emerged from this formation almost immediately.

A killing array!

Sima Lan's concern was cold, and his killing intent was suddenly blazing, before that formation was activated, he actually stopped retreating, and instead rushed forward without warning!

The ability to turn the direction in such a blunt way almost made the monks outside the eighteenth layer of hell break out in a cold sweat.

But here, what greeted Sima Languan was not any frightened expression, but the smile that suddenly deepened on his lips, and the more awe-inspiring coldness in his pupils!

It's still a clear shout-

"Come on!"

This time, Sima Languan only moved forward three feet!

"Boom!"

The array that had been buried in the ground for a long time finally exploded suddenly under another finger of sorrow, and a hundred zhang of blue light soared!

There is no killing intent, just trapped in the formation, but it is sturdy, and it is impossible to refuse to encircle the unavoidable Sima Languan!

"Bang!"

There was no time to stop the castration body, so he slammed into the edge of the formation, and immediately felt dizzy. In all directions, there was infinite gravity, like a heavy hammer smashing into him!

Even the whole head, all with a bang!

Seeing the sorrowful figure, he hovered at the edge of this formation, and the sword that Sima Languan had drawn out was only a foot away from her.

But......

That's it.

She had already bought enough time for herself, so she was only calm at the moment, and returned her words with a smile: "The formation of this place is also very compatible with you, Sima Gongzi." ”

Sima Languan's face was dark, and a mouthful of white blood spurted out for a moment.

I couldn't lift either arm, and it was even more difficult to move. The soul power everywhere around his body seemed to have encountered a huge amount of resistance, and it was running extremely slowly......

"You-"

It's just a formation of earthbinding.

The feeling of being trapped in it, I have also experienced it when I see sorrow, of course, I can understand the monstrous anger in Sima Languan's heart, but it is useless.

Xie Buchen is a genius in the end, and the improved formation is already ruthless.

Coupled with the essence she had comprehended from the owner of the old house, further modification already had an unpredictable power.

Not to mention......

Seeing that he didn't seem to see all the miserable conditions of Sima Languan, he only spared this formation, and actually leaned over in the place where he was sitting before, and directly picked up the Xuanyu on the ground that was the eye of the killing array.

Step on the gossip direction, walk the steps of the nine palaces,

Seeing that his body turned around, he was already under Sima Languan's shocked gaze, placing Xuanyu on the side of the trapped formation!

As soon as the eyes of the array moved, the killing array that had not trapped Sima Languan also moved, and it covered the entire trapped array with extreme accuracy!

The trapping and killing were superimposed for a while, and hundreds of sharp thorns appeared on the ground!

In the formation, there were bursts of thunder rolling, and dark purple thunder and lightning extracted the earth's power from all directions, smashing towards Sima Languan who was trapped in the formation!

At this moment, above the Eight Directions Yan Palace, several Yan Jun finally couldn't hide the horror on their faces-

Emperor Song's eyes were blazing with murderous intent: "This female cultivator is not right! I, a Polar Domain Cultivator, will never have such a transcendent formation attainment!"