Chapter 937: Talking about the deal
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That's right, despite being one of the most powerful gatekeepers of Hell, Deathbringer can only dominate on the fifteenth floor, he can't go to the fourteenth floor, and he can't go to the sixteenth floor.
He is theoretically invincible on the fifteenth floor, that is his territory and his world, but no matter how powerful he is, he cannot freely shuttle through the eighteenth layer of hell.
In the same way, it is impossible for other gatekeepers of hell to come to his world, but some ancient demons and dried corpses in the layers of hell, they can shuttle through several adjacent layers of hell, but the strongest can only shuttle through three layers at most.
And Ding Yi actually went to the sixteenth floor under his nose, just like walking to his own house.
The Deathbringer stood still for half a minute before he came back to his senses, "Hell, are we in hell again?"
When the sage Huang Zheng burned hell, there was a period of time when hell was passed at will, because at that time, several magic weapons such as the reincarnation platform that suppressed hell's luck were taken away by Huang Zheng.
The Deathbringer hurriedly put away his magic weapon, the Corrupt Demon Knife, and walked viciously towards the passage ahead.
Whoosh, he walked along, and the passage in front of him flickered like an illusory shadow.
Transparent, like air.
I can't get in.
How did Ning Yi get in?
The Deathbringer wanted to cry.
Don't bring such a pit person, I just saw my great enemy, and I was about to deal with him, but I watched him fall.
Why is he in hell like his own home?
"Damn, the Shadow Mirror is on him. The Death Messenger finally remembered that the treasure of hell, the Yin Soul Realm, was in Ding Yi's hands.
However, what is the function of the Yin Soul Mirror, the Death Messenger knows, it is used to destroy other people's souls, shine on ordinary people, and directly turn their souls into the walking dead.
For people with stronger mental strength, the worse the effect.
Unbeknownst to the Deathbringer, it turned out that with the Yin Mirror he could travel through every layer of Hell at will.
No wonder Ding Yi didn't have the most ferocious ghost ghosts in hell around him, because he had the ghost mirror in his hand, and those ghost ghosts were the condensation of the soul of death, and he was most afraid of the ghost mirror, so he was far away.
No, I need to get my hands on the Ghost Mirror, so that I can not only travel through every layer of Hell, but also have a chance to leave Hell and go to the human world, even the fairy world.
The more the Deathbringer thought about it, the more excited he became, his eyes rolling, and he began to think about what to do.
What he was most afraid of was that Ding Yi would turn around and run wildly without looking back.
In fact, Ding Yi really almost ran back to his original place in one go.
After he fled into the cave, he ran wildly, and at the same time, his mind was also brushing up, why did he show up in hell?
The Messenger of Death made it very clear that the living could not be here, only the dead could enter.
This is the oracle of the sage Huang Zheng, and his words are that there is nothing that can be violated by the laws of the Heavenly Dao, even the Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Realm.
"Ah, Yin Soul Mirror? It must be Yin Soul Mirror?" Ding Yi also thought of this question at the same time, the owner of the Yin Soul Mirror, the Evil Hell True Monarch couldn't drive it, and it was obviously not the original owner of this magic weapon.
This is supposed to be the treasure of hell, and it needs the breath of hell to drive.
Ding Yi finally figured it out, but, wait, why doesn't there seem to be a chasing soldier behind?
Ding Yi had just run into the cave for a while at this time, and with his previous experience, it would take him about ten minutes to get out.
But no one seems to be chasing me behind?
Ding Yi stopped and looked back.
There was silence behind him.
Scared the baby to death, it turned out that the death messenger did not chase after him.
Wait, why didn't he chase after him?
With the character of the Death Messenger, the will of the world has been tempered by Ding Yi, how can he let Ding Yi go?
That corrupt demon knife is really powerful, Ding Yi just glanced at it, and felt that even if he didn't die, he would be demonized, and if he fled a little slower, he might directly become a dry corpse.
With such a powerful enemy, how could he easily let Ding Yi go?
Could it be that he is afraid of my Yin Soul Mirror? Ding Yi thought about it.
He stopped and walked back and forth in the passage for a while, originally wanting to return to the place where Wan Zhenjun threw him, but it was even more barren over there, and it was rare to see even a dried corpse.
It seems that the higher you go, the more monsters there are, and the more lively they become.
Ding Yi thought about it and decided to go back, if the Death Messenger was not there, he would just run away and continue to move forward, looking for another mountain.
Ding Yi cautiously walked to the end of the passage, and then slowly stretched out his head.
Outside, as before, the ground was full of corpses, and the corpses of various demons were piled up.
Originally, there were many people who were seriously injured and did not die before the death messenger came, but as soon as the death messenger's corrupt demon knife came out, all the lives within a radius of ten miles died in an instant.
Ding Yi looked at it, as if the death messenger was not there, and was about to step out.
"Ho" heard a horse roar.
The cry of the "undead white horse", torture, he was still nearby.
Ding Yi hurriedly shrank back, and was about to turn around and run.
"Ning Yi, is it you? Come out, let's have a good talk. The voice of the Deathbringer came: "You are right, we are only a little friction in the world, in fact, we can be friends, cluck." โ
He grinned grossly as he appeared on top of a pile of demon bones.
Then Ding Yi saw him reach out and grab it in the air, and the bones of the hell demons began to dry one after another.
After a while, all of them turned into dried corpses.
But that wasn't the end of it, and after a few seconds, the corpses stood up as if they had come back to life.
They stood expressionless, cold and orderly, like an army of deathbringers.
This bastard is amazing, and with a wave of his hand, he built an army out, and Ding Yi was envious to death.
He also learned to corrode the Claws, but it obviously didn't work, killing enemies, but not turning them into zombie armies.
"Death Messenger, you're not trying to trick me out, are you? Can't you get in?" Ding Yi rolled his eyes and immediately guessed the key.
"You have entered the sixteenth floor of hell, I am here on the fifteenth floor, the gatekeepers of each layer of our hell have their own duties, come out, the demons and ghosts on the sixteenth floor are stronger than ours--- but you are wearing a ghost mirror now, and you can't see most of the ghosts and demons. โ
I see, Ding Yi is ecstatic, Lao Tzu is in the sixteenth floor, can't this bastard chase in, hahaha.
"I won't hide it from you, your Yin Soul Mirror can freely shuttle through the eighteenth layer of hell, don't you want to be trapped here for the rest of your life, I can take you all the way to the first layer and return to the world, don't you want to go back to the world?" the death messenger smiled and tempted Ding Yi.
Are you so kind? When I am an idiot, Ding Yi was silent: "You stand back a little longer, and you are not allowed to use magic weapons." โ
"I'm determined to make friends with you, you can rest assured. Deathbringer retreated, and his army of zombies followed suit.
Ding Yi walked out slowly, with one foot in the passage and one foot outside.
Lao Tzu has one foot on the fifteenth floor and one foot on the sixteenth floor, hahaha, it's safe now.
Ding Yi is calm and relaxed now, and he is full of spirits.
"Okay, death, everyone is a smart person, you are an old fox, you have lived for an unknown number of thousands of years, you say, how do you want to trade, I want to leave here, what do you want?" Ding Yi knew that the old fox of death could talk to himself in such a good tone, it was nothing more than two points, one was to trick himself out and kill himself, and the other was to want any benefits.
"Refreshing. The messenger of death was overjoyed: "To talk to a wise man is refreshing." โ
"It's very simple, I'll take you back to the world, and you give me the Yin Soul Mirror. โ
"How could it be. Ding Yi flatly refused.
"It's a one-shot split. The death messenger's face sank: "In the future, I will not do anything, I will stay here every day, I will see how you go up, and you will die in hell for the rest of your life." โ
Saying that, he rolled his eyes: "I forgot to tell you, one day in hell, one month in the world, I see how long your life can last here." โ
"What? one day here, one month in the world?" Ding Yi didn't know if it was true or not, and he was a little anxious when he heard it.
"Of course, and your lifespan is lost with the world, if you are 100,000 years old, you will live here for a few thousand years at most. โ
Sister Ni, Ding Yi was skeptical, but this is definitely not a good thing, you have to find a way.
However, the Death Messenger is also ruthless, and when he opens his mouth, he wants a ghost mirror, and there is no room for negotiation.
Brushing and brushing, Ding Yi's open forty-two percent head spun rapidly.
"Hell is the same every six floors, don't think it's as simple as a mountain now, it's easy to recognize, but when you reach the twelfth floor, you won't know the way, you can't go back without my guidance. The Deathbringer continued.
This seems to be true, Ding Yi must have actually trained his will, and immediately remembered this in his mind.
"Why are you taking me to the first floor of hell, the Yin Soul Mirror can only take one person, right?" Ding Yi asked puzzled.
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