According to Wang Xu's old story, the strength of the ninth layer of the underworld is respected, or rather, every layer is like this.

The ninth layer is the space society of the monarchy, and most of the souls that live here are controlled by ten kings.

As for the area that the underworld really controls, it only occupies a small part, and even between it and the entire space, there are barriers.

From this aspect, the entire netherworld should be divided into layers, and each layer of the underworld occupies a piece of territory.

The underworld can be determined, there are eighteen layers, but the legend says that there are nineteen layers in the underworld.

However, whether these nineteen layers exist or not, no one can say.

Although there are ten kings ruling over this vast space, since the space of the ninth layer of the underworld is much larger than that of the human realm, there are many places in it that belong to a form similar to that of an autonomous region.

These autonomous regions are usually run by very advanced cultivators, as if they are warlock sects or organizations in the human world, and there are not a few such places.

Every king is a strong person who has existed for an unknown number of years, and is called an emperor-level master.

On the ninth floor, there are eleven emperor-level masters, in addition to the ten kings who each occupy a territory, there is also a guy called a real person from the fire, who comes and goes without a trace and is not well known.

Stepping on the rough sandy ground of the ninth layer of the underworld, my head was still a little dizzy, and I never thought that I would have the day to travel through space.

Everyone else is in a similar state, and now compared to me, my strength is not at the bottom, and when I look up, I see that Wang Xu is the same as Lao Dao, and even Erkun is a little blindsided.

When everyone recovered, Zhan Baifeng couldn't wait to whisper: "Wang Laodao, that ghost king's coffin is really good, if you can really refine the coffin plate just now into a magic weapon......"

"Don't think too much, seven or eight hundred years ago, there were still people who cultivated to a high level and wanted to try, but the consequences of trying were all deaths and being devoured by the ghost king's coffin......

That guy is a strange thing that has devoured the souls of thirty-three emperors.

Coupled with the nourishment of the dragon vein, he was born with the breath of a king, to put it mildly, you stand with him, the thunder in the sky only splits you and not him, do you think, who can get him back to refine into a magic weapon? ”

I went, but I really didn't see that the coffin board of the philistine just now was so powerful?

When Wang Xu was smiling and popularizing the situation of the ninth layer of the netherworld to us, a sudden change was born!

A small hole suddenly broke in the ground, and a black light burst out, shooting quickly towards the mountain cangs standing aside!

The black light was already coming quickly, and Shan Cang was listening to Wang Xu boasting about what he had seen and heard in the ninth layer of the netherworld, and when he found out that the black light sneak attacked, it was too late, and he was tied up by the black light in the blink of an eye.

The black light was tied to a sturdy one, and it took a group of us to see clearly that it was a black rope.

What the is this?

As soon as we assumed a defensive posture, a man with a thin body and facial features that looked as if he had been severely burned by concentrated sulfuric acid came out of the ground.

The merchant was still holding a scepter formed of a skull in his hand, and he looked at our group and laughed at the sky: "Hahaha...... I'm just lucky! Today, I actually encountered such a meat, and I can eat it beautifully! ”

Saliva flowed wildly with the old ghost's wild laughter, and it looked as disgusting as it looked.

I'm special, Wang Xu Lao Dao just said that although there are indigenous lives in this realm, they are all strong and abnormal.

Moreover, ghosts and all kinds of strange things are mixed with all kinds of life, and those who cultivate for the strong grasp those who cultivate for the weak to eat...... It's not unusual.

In fact, the nine layers of the netherworld still have a lot of similarities with the human world.

This realm is not like the legendary land, it is full of yin gods and ghosts and other things.

The ninth layer of the netherworld is the same as the human realm, there are many ghost cultivators, who are slowly carrying out ghost cultivation, and the strength is like the masters of the human realm, and they have the final say in dividing a piece of territory.

Normally, as long as they don't make a fuss so that other souls and creatures can't live in peace, the kings won't take the initiative to care about them.

Except for the kings' cultivation that has reached the emperor level, the others are not much different from the human realm.

Ghost king-level masters are still rare, come and go freely, and claim to be the king, but in terms of quantity, they must be much more than in the human world.

This disgusting old ghost in front of him should be such a master of the level.

Our group, although before passing through the spatial rift, all swallowed the elixir provided by Wang Xu's old way, covering their own human breath.

But after all, he has just entered the ninth layer of the Netherworld, and the aura of life on his body has not dissipated for a while, and in the eyes of the local natives, he is afraid that it is as dazzling as a lighthouse.

The old ghost saw that we didn't say anything, and he stopped talking nonsense, and directly sacrificed a skull.

This skull was wrapped in green light, but there were two red flames flickering in the eye sockets, and the upper and lower jaws were open and closed, which was weird and abnormal!

"Hahaha, let my little baby open the meat first! Urgent! ”

With a violent roar, the old ghost played a few tricks, and the skull let out a burst of ghost screams, and with a green light, its tail rushed towards the mountain that was tied in place by a black rope......

This old rib can't treat us all as an ornament?

Besides, if you want to eat meat, you should come to me or Zhan Baifeng, even if it's Erkun, it can be regarded as if you didn't find the wrong object, but you found the evil mountain first...... Old thing, the eyes are not good!

Whether it is a warlock, a ghost, or even a strange cultivator, the division of strength has always been based on one's own cultivation alone.

Ritual weapons, talismans, and even wealth should be taken into account.

I don't know what the old ghost in front of me is out of his cognition, but I thought that our group would be the best food on his plate...... Even if he has an aura that is almost a ghost king on his body, I have a label on him in my heart...... Silly short!

The old ghost's skull flickered green and flew towards the mountains, looking like he wanted to eat human flesh and drink human blood, and his appearance was very good.

Before I came, I had heard that most of the ghosts and monks in the Netherworld were destitute, and it was difficult to find the magic weapons in their hands, and the one-time consumables such as talismans were even more difficult to see.

In other words, it's the barren environment here.

However, it is an indisputable fact that the harsher the environment, the stronger the creatures, so the ghosts of the netherworld are very common, and most of the indigenous people have the habit of cultivating.

However, after experiencing the battle of the Ghost Face Country's treasures, our group of people, even if they are placed in the circle of warlocks in the human realm, can be regarded as rich.

There is no shortage of magic weapons, and they are all carefully selected, which can be regarded as armed to the teeth.

Although the old ghost's skull looks ferocious and weird, its power is average...... In my opinion, he is not even worthy of his identity as a suspected ghost king.