Eighteen levels of hell, which can only be accessed through the altar of the Illuminati.

After entering the eighteenth layer of hell, there will be no connection with the human world, and all the breath will be isolated, which is also the reason why Long Jiuyao can't feel the breath on Wu Bai's body.

Long Jiuyao stood on the altar, and below him was a kind of cultists led by the Pope.

"Lord Thor, are you ready?"

Long Jiuyao nodded, looking like he was at home: "Ready, you guys do it." ”

The Pope led the believers to chant a spell, and the altar at Long Jiuyao's feet erupted with a burst of light.

"Have a nice trip!"

With the shouts of the believers, Long Jiuyao disappeared in place with the white light.

Long Jiuyao's eyes turned white, and a feeling of dizziness came, and after a few seconds, he opened his eyes and found that there was a white expanse in front of him, and the sound of Wu Bai and Linna talking came from his ears.

"Goddess, why hasn't my ancestor come yet?"

"Don't worry, he won't abandon you, you just wait here quietly. ”

"He's not going to be killed by those dark mages, is he? no, I'm going to save him!"

Wu Bai is still in this innocence, and he still thinks that Lina brought him to the eighteenth layer of hell to travel!

"Fuck me! I'm so awesome, who can kill me!" Long Jiuyao stepped forward and kicked Wu Bai's ass.

Wu Bai turned his head and said with surprise and joy: "Master, you are back!"

When Lina saw Long Jiuyao come to the first layer of hell, she knew that he and the Pope should have finished talking, and a bright smile also leaked from her face: "Young Master Long, you are here." ”

Long Jiuyao glanced at her and said, "I have slipped away for three days, I can keep this account in mind, you wait for me to go out." ”

Lina smiled and didn't speak.

The first layer of hell, which looks less than a thousand square meters in size, is closed in some faint evil thoughts, and after years of destruction, these evil thoughts have basically dissipated in the air.

The first level of hell is a small world to be explored.

Long Jiuyao explained a few words to Wu Bai, and Wu Bai knew that he was a burden now, so he followed Linna back to the Bright Sect very sensibly.

Stretching his arms and legs, Long Jiuyao went down to the ten layers of hell in one breath.

The space on each floor is almost the same, it may be because of the time that has passed, in the ten layers of hell, there is no aura fluctuation, and the demons imprisoned inside have long been annihilated in the years.

When he reached the eleventh layer of hell, he finally saw a hell with its own scenery, a deep mountain, and Long Jiuyao was surrounded by green trees.

Long Jiuyao still didn't feel any aura fluctuations, and just as he was about to walk towards the twelfth layer of hell, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air in his ears.

"Bang!"

Long Jiuyao only felt as if he had been hit by a train, flew out upside down, and then landed on the ground and rubbed his buttocks, looking at the man who was slowly walking towards him.

The man is slender, especially a pair of arms are about to hit the ground, which looks very weird!

"I thought there was no one, boy, why did you sneak up on me?"

"This is my territory, I can be alone!" The man was imprisoned in the eleventh layer of hell for endless years, his eyes were full of strength, and he rushed towards Long Jiuyao with a loud shout.

The man flicked his two long arms and hit Long Jiuyao at an extremely fast speed, leaving countless afterimages in the air.

"Damn, why is this guy's arm so hard!" Long Jiuyao took two steps back and shook off his two arms, which were a little numb.

In a flash, Long Jiuyao instantly appeared behind the man, ready to surprise him!

"Click......"

Long Jiuyao only heard the sound of bones cracking, and then he saw the man's head rotate in three hundred and sixty degrees, slowly turning to the back.

Long Jiuyao took two steps back in fright, and let out an exclamation from his mouth: "!!"

A normal person, even if he is a cultivator, how can he have a neck that can rotate to three hundred and sixty degrees, what kind of demon is this guy, it's too terrifying!

"You want to sneak up on me, look for death!" the man roared angrily and rushed towards Long Jiuyao again.

Half a minute later......

Long Jiuyao sat on top of the man, and the man's limbs were bent by him to varying degrees.

"I wanted to play with you for a while, but you're a little scary, and now you're not convinced?"

The man's eyes were gone, and his voice softened: "Serve, I serve!"

Long Jiuyao let go of the man, sat on the grass and asked, "Say, what's your name, how many years have you been locked up here?"

"My name is Tang Qing, and I've been imprisoned here for thousands of years. ”

"You're an Oriental, where is your hometown?"

"Kunlun Mountain, I am a member of the Kunlun Demon Clan, a praying mantis that has been cultivated for thousands of years. ”

Long Jiuyao had already guessed a rough idea in his heart, his head could rotate three hundred and sixty degrees, and his arms were so long, he did look like a praying mantis.

"The eighteenth layer of hell is a western thing, what are you doing with an eastern goblin running to join in the fun?" Long Jiuyao asked puzzled.

"I'm having fun?" Tang Qing said with some excitement: "The Western Continent is a group of shameless bastards! What bullshit is the Pope of Light! He said that he would use the eighteenth layer of hell to subdue demons and eliminate demons, but in fact, all the powerhouses in the East are imprisoned here!"

"Although they are all demon and monster cultivators, but my Eastern affairs, what do I care about Western?"

Long Jiuyao frowned when he heard this, he always felt that there should be something unknown here: "Then how did you get caught by the old pope?"

"I wasn't caught by him, the bastard who captured me should be dead. You should go to the lower layers of hell and ask, especially the seventeenth and eighteenth layers, where the demons imprisoned have survived for tens of thousands of years. ”

"I'm going to the twelfth layer of hell, will you come with me?"

Tang Qing shook his head decisively: "Forget it, you are not sealed in, you can freely shuttle through every layer of hell, I can't, I will be crushed to other hells rashly." ”

"Besides, the guys below are more powerful than the other, I am terrible to die in their hands, you can go yourself. ”

"Okay, bye-bye. ”

Long Jiuyao didn't talk nonsense with him either, and quickly ran towards the twelfth layer of hell.

The twelfth layer of hell was pitch black, and Rao was a god-level cultivator like Long Jiuyao, and he also felt that he couldn't see his five fingers around him.

Walking in the dark, Long Jiuyao had some doubts in his heart, he felt a very strange fluctuation in the darkness, he had never seen it, and he couldn't explain it.

"I have a little donkey that I never ride, and that night I rode him to the market on a whim, and I was ......proud of my little leather whip in my hand."

Long Jiuyao hummed a little song to give himself courage, and at the same time took small steps and walked forward.

Not far away, the lights suddenly lit up, and a sound ......of horses' hooves came out.

Long Jiuyao stood in place, watching a big donkey stand up to the sky and the earth coming out of the darkness......