And the number of ghosts trying to escape from the underworld through the ghost realm is getting bigger and bigger, and they are close to each other one after another, and from a distance, it is even more shocking than the ghost tide seen in the mountains at the beginning.

A large area of black pressure is constantly undulating with the surge of ghosts, and it is still extending into the distance, with no end in sight.

It was as if the waters of the Pacific Ocean had been dyed black and poured in, flooding the thick soil.

Jiang Futing and Mei Jibei retrograde in this vast ghost tide looked particularly out of place, and frequently attracted the attention of the wild ghosts on the side.

The look in his eyes was basically like looking at two neuropaths.

No matter how good Jiang Futing's heart is, but in the end, the number of ghosts is too large, the ghosts are like a sea, and his eyes are as dense as countless black dots next to each other on a blank piece of paper, and anyone who is looked at like this will feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He lifted the turbid qi in his body, and like a gust of wind, he quickly floated forward.

Originally, I thought that no matter how large the number was, there was always a limit, at most it would be good to float for three or five minutes quickly.

But now that five minutes had really passed, the scene in front of him had not changed at all, and he was starting to feel a little numb in his scalp.

How many ghosts are gathered in the underworld, can it be more than the billions of people in the yang world?

And looking at it like this, there is obviously a momentum to pour out of the nest, if that's the case......

Jiang Futing's eyelids jumped, this ghost tide may not come to an end even if it floats for a day.

But with such a huge number, why is it that even one ten-thousandth of the number is not screened when it reaches the ghost domain.

Just as his doubts arose, as if to confirm the conjecture in his heart, a terrifying devouring force suddenly surged from the direction of the ghost domain behind him.

The suction light accidentally fell on his body, and he felt as if his soul was about to get out of control.

Everything, animate or not, becomes a fragile marionette in the face of this suction.

Jiang Futing had deeply experienced this thing, and naturally knew what this suction force meant.

His face suddenly changed drastically, and he immediately turned his head to look in the direction he had just left.

I saw a huge hole suddenly appear out of thin air in mid-air, the hole was torn in some way, it looked hideous and terrifying, and the inside of the mouth was pitch black, like a bottomless eye in a huge abyss.

A single look can make a strong fear well-rise in people's hearts.

And at the moment when the crack appeared, the ghosts in a radius of hundreds of miles around them didn't even have time to react, so they were all sucked in in no particular order.

Countless souls were sucked into the air, like a black river that flowed backwards into the air, surging and immense.

The miserable wail spread from the direction of the ghost realm, like a wave crashing on the sea level, one heavy did not fall and one rose again, and the breath of death swept the entire land in an instant.

The opening of the crack seems to be far away from here, but it still does not prevent the devouring suction from invading here.

The ghost that was still desperately floating forward, I don't know who took the lead in screaming, and suddenly his body folded and began to roll back.

This scream sounded the prelude to the Riot Concerto, and every ghost had a string of fear in his heart, which was suddenly severed.

Terrible and desperate screams sounded in Jiang Futing's ears one after another.

As long as one of the leading frightened birds emerges from the forest, all the remaining birds will be

It was like encountering a flood beast, and retreated desperately.

The ghost tide, which was originally all neatly wandering outward, suddenly became two regions with a radius of ten kilometers outside the ghost domain.

The ghosts, who were just on the edge of the terrible suction, riveted all their strength, and began to retreat desperately.

As a result of this phenomenon, there is no spatial crack in the rear, so the ghosts of unknown reason are still pouring forward, and the ghosts next to the front are desperately retreating.

The ghosts in the front and back were messily intertwined, as if they had been poured into a huge blender, and what was worse was that the mixer was still broken, and the ghosts of the two sides were stiffly clogged there.

And whether it's a human or a ghost, when this kind of knife is on your neck, you can do anything to survive.

In order to get out of that terrible place, the ghost in front can only retreat, and if you can't retreat, then - kill!

Make a way back for yourself!

From Jiang Futing turning his head to see the spatial crack, to the screams that almost penetrated the eardrums around him, to the cannibalism they fought against each other, there were not even five minutes before and after.

He could see that the ghosts around him were no longer rational, and they killed them one by one in order to escape for their lives, and there were even ghosts in the rear who did not know the truth, and they were forced to get involved in the battlefield and kill in order to protect themselves.

The ghost qi in the sky was like countless black bombs constantly exploding above, and a lot of scattered energy inevitably affected his body.

I don't know how often this kind of spectacle happens in this place, but it's clear that ...... This should be the reason why the ghost domain was not crushed by ghosts.

Mei Jibei was completely shocked by this exaggerated and terrifying scene, and the word "grass" was in his mouth, like a stone on his lips, and he couldn't get out for a long time.

Jiang Futing calmly dodged the oncoming blow and said coldly: "Don't look at it, let's hurry up, it should be safe when we get to the underworld." ”

However, the reality probably feels that they have not been beaten enough by society, so they need to take matters into their own hands.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Futing wanted to take back what he had said, and chewed it hard with his teeth.

He remembered that the last time he came, the ghost domain came out of a large wasteland, and now the wasteland seemed to have been wiped out by the ghost tide.

The wasteland goes all the way to the west, and although it can't reach the bottom, about a few hundred kilometers away, there will be a boundary set by the officials of the prefecture, which is somewhat similar to the boundary set by the frontier.

Originally, it was a special level set up to prevent ghosts from escaping from the dungeon after the appearance of the ghost domain.

But now this level is obviously gone, a large number of ghosts gather here, and there are many evil ghosts who are not low in cultivation at a glance, robbing them on the street and collecting all kinds of tolls.

Jiang Futing frowned slightly: "Is this place no longer managed?" ”

"Of course I want to manage it, but I don't have enough spare energy." Mei Jibei also noticed the riot ahead, and it was not much better than the ghost tide that saw ghosts and ghosts just now, and hid behind Jiang Futing a little, he continued:

"I heard that the ghosts of the underworld were in short supply, more than a year ago, the underworld didn't know what was going on, it was like stabbing a hornet's nest, after making trouble here and there, there was no manpower at all, they couldn't do it internally, who would care about breaking the border."

Jiang Futing remembered Bai Tang's figure of being busy with a spinning top for nearly a year, his face gradually sank, and he accelerated and swept forward.

There are a lot of ghosts who can't pay the toll and can't beat the opponent, and even those who are eaten directly in broad daylight, but the other ghosts who come and go around have a strange expression.

indifferent exchanges, not even interested in watching a play.

The closer the two were to the border, the more worried Mei Jibei became, and the closer they were to Jiang Futing.

Those evil spirits like to rob him of such cowardly and bully, and before they could come forward, they surrounded them like hornets in twos and threes, and surrounded them to the point where they could not get through.

The fierce god who took the lead was vicious, his neck was cut off in half, and his head hung there crumblingly, and when it came, it swayed as if it was about to fall off at any moment.

His arms and legs were covered with scars from large and small knife piercings.

It seems that he offended someone before his death and was hacked to death by a knife.

Jiang Futing felt that such a person had not learned enough lessons when he died, and after he died, he escaped the punishment of the prefecture, and now he began to make waves again.

This is really lacking in reality beating.

"Tolls, you know." The ghost stood up and said in an unkind tone, "You two, each buy your own toll." ”

Jiang Futing didn't want to start a conflict at will, and asked honestly: "How much?" ”

The ghost listened to him speak so well, smiled greedily, and immediately opened his mouth: "I see that you are also a cheerful person, I have always been good at talking to cheerful people, so let's do it, we have a total of more than a dozen, one will give 100,000 dark coins, and let you go." ”

Jiang Futing frowned even deeper when he heard 100,000, although the inflation in the prefecture is severe, there are 1,000 yuan in 100,000, and the money that can really be spent is not easy to make, and when people burn money, they must be sincere.

But now people are sincere in paying tribute to the dead, and in addition, things are not human, and ten or twenty years later, the emotion of longing has also been diluted by time.

And he counted the number of those who surrounded them, and there were sixteen in all, and that was ten thousand sixteen.

If Bai Tang knew that he had spent sixteen thousand in order to enter the door of the underworld, he might really have lost his life.

Jiang Futing pondered carefully, and Mei Jibei waited for his decision with great expectations.

The ghost on the side really thought that he had met a rich master this time, and thought about how to let him empty his pockets after he agreed, after all, these two people were not ordinary ghosts when they were dressed, and the living souls from the yang world could at least get some magic weapons or something.

Then Jiang Futing said rationally: "No, together with 100,000 coins, it will be sold." ”

The leading male ghost was caught off guard by his answer, and almost flashed his head.

The cruel smile on his face froze, and a few drops of blood flowed out of his greedy eyes, becoming hideous and weird, and Mei Jibei, who had no saliva, still swallowed his saliva uncontrollably.

Jiang Futing looked at the angry male ghost in front of him calmly, and his light tone seemed as if this was his home field: "How about thinking about it?" ”

The male ghost was obviously laughed at by him, and when he opened his mouth, a few drops of blood came out of between its teeth, as if they were about to splash on Jiang Futing's face.

Jiang Futing frowned even more tightly with a little disgust, and then easily avoided it.

As a result, before he could stand firmly, the male ghost in front of him suddenly rushed up with lightning speed: "You are playing with me!" Lao Tzu let you see and understand! ”

Before he could finish his words, the next second, the dripping blood splashed out like a fountain, and all fell on the demons that surrounded them.

The male ghost's dangling head was completely disconnected with the help of Jiang Futing.

But before it fell, in the blink of an eye, it turned into powder, and when the wind blew, it returned to dust.

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