"That's why I'm looking for you," he turned his head to look at He Wei, with a sharp look in his eyes that could not be decided, and said, "I want the seventh layer of the Mansion Monarch Seal!" The three-tailed lion mark that can re-stabilize the seventh layer! ”

……

The wind roared, the black clouds covered the sun, and in the gray mist-shrouded realm, there were two strange souls, one black and one white.

"This, this is ...... What the? Bai Tang looked at the ghosts that were running past him, as well as the ghosts dragging various swords, and said in surprise.

Mo Yu's expression was grim, and he turned sideways to avoid a strong soul full of swords, and said in a low voice: "It's not good, the seventh layer is about to collapse." ”

He grabbed Bai Tang's wrist and said, "Hurry up, go back, you can't pass the seventh layer!" ”

They hadn't gone deep into the seventh layer yet, and when they saw that kind of chaos, Mo Yu pulled the direction of the eighth layer of the White Tang Dynasty to retreat without saying a word.

Bai Tang didn't procrastinate, he fished out the white rice balls that were hit by the yin ghost and drifted one meter sideways, and followed Mo Yu and left.

A black chain swayed in front of him like lightning, opening the way, Bai Tang's five fingers bluffed, and a very small layer of sharp network was laid behind him and Mo Yu, and this network was very good at ensuring that there were no unknown creatures within two meters behind them.

They didn't dare to delay at all, they didn't even have time to complain, they finally got out of the crazy seventh layer and retreated to the eighth layer of the realm, Bai Tang took a big breath and looked in the direction of the seventh layer with palpitations.

There the black clouds gathered, and the cry shook the sky, and even from such a distance, the terrible sound could still be heard.

The black clouds swirled in a swirl at the top of the seventh layer, with an inexplicable coercion.

"Brother, what's going on over there?" A voice behind him asked.

Bai Tang turned his head in shock, and subconsciously condensed the Yin Qi Sword in his hand, and his backhand was a sword.

The ghost shrank his head, jumped away, and said, "What are you doing?" It's just a chat, so you won't move the sword and the sword, right? ”

At first glance, he is a soy sauce ghost and is not aggressive.

Bai Tang's expression was invisibly relaxed, and he smiled without seeing his eyebrows, and said, "Oh, mistake, cough, what did my brother want to say just now?" ”

As he spoke, he swept his eyes around, and saw that there were many pairs of eyes staring at this side, and when he saw him looking over, they all blatantly surrounded him, looking like he was watching a play and listening to a story.

The ghost who was almost scalped off by Bai Tang saw Bai Tang's smiling face, didn't feel Fang Cai's killing intent, rubbed it over again, made an understanding and tolerant face, and said, "You just came out of there, it's normal to be vigilant, I completely understand." ”

His hand was familiar with Bai Tang's shoulder, and he pouted forward, "What's wrong over there?" What the hell is running out? It's a lot of movement this time......"

That side refers to the seventh-layer Sword Mountain Hell.

Bai Tang glanced at the gossip ghosts who were about to move in Chun, and suddenly there was a sense of reality that the ghosts of hell should be so gossip, look at Mo Yu, look at the gossip news on his mobile phone, the gossip of the whole people should be the style of hell.

Whatever is drunk and what silver is supposed to be an outlier.

He had a smile on his face, met the gossip eyes, and said, "These two sides are not very far away, why don't you go and have a look?" The ghosts there are boiling, and it is very lively. ”

Mo Yu stood aside, his eyes heavy on the chaotic seventh layer of hell.

In fact, the two sides are far away, but the last thing they lack is the speed charm, and

Open the yin charm, and quickly turn back from the space that is not yet disordered.

Those ghosts are all thieves and thieves, and none of them were fooled, and even the ghost who talked to him showed a meaningful smile and said, "Brother, you are not kind." ”

Bai Tang smiled and said: "Gossip and danger coexist, what is the name of that newscaster, it is the one who risked his life to broadcast live in City B, what is it called?" He slammed Mo's arm.

Mo pardoned and said: "Xingxingtai, Zhu Maomao." ”

"I heard that he was reincarnated, tsk, it's a pity, after him, there are few dedicated gossip reporters like that."

"It's not, it's still Zhu Maomao's good looks, courage, and cleverness, just now it was said on the Internet that there are a few ghosts who are not afraid of dying and have been torn apart, oops."

"The more you don't let you look at it, the more tired it is, I'll bet on a cucumber, this time it's the evil ghosts in the Three Hundred Great Knife Mountain, hey, it's the kind that has a sentence of more than 30,000 years."

"The seventh layer is also pitiful, there is not even a prince in charge, and he is bullied by others, tsk, fortunately, we are not in the seventh layer."

Everyone echoed.

Bai Tang glanced at the surrounding ghosts again, and found that they were all dressed in uniform, basically gray shirts and suit pants, very capable, and they were all holding small silver-white cylinders in their hands, although they were all talking to him, but the corners of their eyes always involuntarily swept to Mo Yu.

He stepped forward without a trace, blocked in front of Mo Yu, and attracted the attention of those ghosts with various purposes to him, and said, "The little ghosts on the seventh layer are a little boring, so they like to fight or something, it doesn't matter. ”

"Boom! The sound of the behemoth falling to the ground came from the distant seventh layer.

Bai Tang kept smiling and said, "Sometimes it's a little more intense. ”

Everyone listened to the fierce tearing and wailing in the distance, and their inner thoughts were unprecedentedly unanimous: a little?

Bai Tang was cheeky and said, "Are the brothers all on duty on the eighth layer?" I look at the eighth layer is very stable, is there any curse on this seventh layer? Listening to your tone, there are often ghosts running out on the seventh floor? ”

The Yin Spirit, who was the first to talk to Bai Tang, glanced at him and said with a smile: "The seventh layer is recognized as the abandoned layer, oops, I don't know what happened now?" ”

Mo Yu's tone was cold, and he said: "The knife mountain will collapse, no matter what, there will be a big mess." ”

The ghosts surrounding him and Bai Tang gasped in unison, with uncertain expressions on their faces.

Mo Yu said, "I won't endanger hell, but not necessarily. ”

The Yin Spirits who had spoken to Bai Tang before glanced at the surroundings, and immediately two Yin Spirits quietly disappeared from the edge of the enchantment.

Bai Tang blinked, and felt even more that this group of ghosts who suddenly came to talk to him was not simple.

"Hehe, I don't know which hall this brother belongs to, I see that you just retreated from the seventh floor, cough, where do you want to go?" The soy sauce ghost said with a shy smile.

Bai Tang looked at Mo Yu, and said in his heart that he was from the yang world, but this can't be said, although the time limit of the talisman on his body has not yet expired, and there are still the nine ghost talismans that Mo Yu later made up, but he still has to keep a low profile, so as not to be torn apart by the group!

Mo pardoned and said: "Nineteen halls! ”

The Nineteen Halls are the most special one in hell, even if they open the special passage later, there will be no ghosts who feel wrong, because they are so strong! And it's just so unsociable!

Sure enough, as soon as the soy sauce ghost heard that they were from the Nineteenth Palace, he smiled and said very enthusiastically and regretfully that he couldn't delay them

On a business trip, I didn't bother much, and when I turned around, I smeared oil on the soles of my feet.

Even the ghosts who were still gossiping about it were scattered cleanly.

Bai Tang couldn't help but yearn for the Nineteen Palaces very much, and felt that the hall was very magical, and even the ghosts of other halls were afraid of it.

Mo Yu touched the chain on his wrist and led Bai Tang to walk for a while before opening the special, special road for the Nineteen Palaces that he had borrowed before.

……

"At the right time, the major general took three thousand elites to the Daoshan Prison, summoned sheep and demons in the wasteland, tens of millions of soldiers, besieged the Daoshan, pushed in, the enemy still existed, and finally no one was seen, so he ordered the ghosts of the Daoshan to identify, but he did not get it, the major general drew his sword and cut the soul, Ling Xun, did not get, the major general was angry, the sword cut the Quartet, the enemy appeared, then the battle, the soul was ten million, it was not counted."

"After a long battle, the soul of the battle is extinguished, do your best, the left is close to the yin soul, all of them fled, the cry started, and the sword mountain began to collapse."

In just a few lines, his eyes were full of blood, and he had such a fierce temperament, knowing that there were still so many innocent souls on the seventh layer, he still fought with the enemy in the city, causing the sword mountain to collapse.

He Wei exhaled lightly, couldn't help but shudder, and Yinlin's face floated in his heart...... Such an ordinary face, there is such a decisive viciousness hidden underneath? That's really, unexpectedly.

"The seventh layer damaged tens of millions of Yin Souls, and even the Little Knife Mountain collapsed a few times, so Major General Xudu transferred the battlefield with that person and went all the way east." Attacking Tooth smiled slightly, but the coldness seeped out from the corner of his eyes little by little, "The six-winged unicorn covers the sky, presumably on it, you can see the bloodless fierce battle more clearly." ”

He Wei's mind flashed over those old seventh-layer stories, and he suddenly became angry and asked, "What are you talking about now?" You are the Seventh Layer Prison Lord, do you want them to use the Seventh Layer as a battlefield? You don't have the backbone to sleep? ”

After pausing for a moment, he said, "Even so, you should use the Seal of the Monarch of the Sword Mountain Hell to stabilize the Sword Mountain and reconstruct the enchantment, what are you talking nonsense to me?" And I asked what kind of seal I wanted? ”

Raiding teeth looked at him and said, "I am the eighth layer of the Mansion Monarch, but I am in charge of the seventh layer for a period of time, cough, I mean, rebuilding the seventh layer and finding the capital to claim compensation should be handled by the Seventh Mansion Monarch himself." ”

Especially this "Seventh Mansion King" is still a concubine in the capital, it is best for them to reach an agreement and characterize this matter as boudoir fun, husband and wife quarrel, so the big thing is turned into a small thing, and by the way, the big trouble of the seventh layer is kicked out.

He Wei interrupted him impatiently, and said incredulously: "I am the former monarch of the deposed palace, do you think you should be protected by me?" Then he sneered and said, "If you don't make a move, those ghosts on the seventh layer will be scattered, and it will be a huge and time-consuming project to catch them in time!" ”

Gritting his teeth, his heart said that is because I don't want to make a move? You can't see that the seventh layer is full of devastation like that, there is no Fujun Seal in charge, the seventh layer is as brittle as a layer of tissue paper, it will break when you touch it, what can I do? What else can I do but ask you for the three-tailed lion mark?!

Asking for help, he quickly adjusted his facial expression, tried to show a kind face, and said: "To tell you the truth, after you reported the disappearance of the Fu Jun Yin, the Manufacturing Division also made a few substitutes, but the effect was always a few points worse, and there was no suitable Fu Jun in the past few years, and no one looked for it carefully, and then the imprint was self-styled, and it was even more impossible to find it...... Later, I heard that it fell into the hands of Princess Xudu. ”

He Wei was almost laughed at by him, and said: "I've seen that seal, it's not spiritual, hehe, five hundred years, you can't make a mansion seal!" ”