"They have all turned into ghosts, what kind of bodhisattva do you respect?"

Zhang Liang was indifferent, and the wisps of qi and blood floating out of his body made the old monk's face change greatly.

"My Buddha is compassionate! ”

Although the old monk looked extremely old, he still maintained respect for Zhang Liang.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's still a long way from the Buddha, is this an ancient temple built by King Jizo himself? ”

Zhang Liang has no respect for the Buddha in this world at all, the Buddha has long lost his original face, and the Buddha in this world has no way to be considered profound, just a person who has cultivated to be powerful, and is not worthy of his respect.

On the contrary, the king of Jizo is worthy of respect, and he is a strong man who can make a vow not to become a Buddha in hell, so he should be respected no matter what.

The ancient temple is incomparably peaceful, exuding a brilliant light, although it is an ancient temple on a cloudy day, but the sound of Zen chanting is grand, all of them are ghost monks who have turned into ghosts, since they have fallen into hell, but they still maintain the power of Buddha for a lifetime, and there is no kind of anger that ordinary evil ghosts see.

The flint drill once again left Zhang Liang's body, and several of the most dilapidated ancient temples collapsed in the midst of a bang.

The flint diamond flew to Zhang Liang's bitter sea again, and brought back a stone arm half a finger long, which simply regarded Zhang Liang's bitter sea as his home.

"Who destroyed the ancient temple built by King Jizo himself?"

Many ghost monks who practiced in ancient temples had unkind faces, and when they saw the stone arm that was only half a finger long, an old monk showed a strange brilliance.

"Legend has it that the Jizo King, whose magic and wisdom are boundless, are in the middle of hell and fall into confusion, and once muttered, 'The stone man is one for nine points, and three points for falling into hell', and no one could understand the meaning of the Jizo King at that time.

Once the Tongtian Sect Master fell the Zhuxian Sword into hell during Lao Tzu's battle, but it fell in the place where the stone man's remnants were, and since then the Zhuxian Sword has fallen into hell for countless years. ”

The old monk's words shocked both Xiao Chen and Niu Ren, but Zhang Liang was clear and clear, the origin of the stone man was shocking, far beyond the realm of the ancestral gods.

Even had the potential to reach the legendary emperor realm back then, but he failed at the last moment, his body collapsed, and the stone man was nine points, leaving eternal regrets.

"Since the stone man was born, he is naturally destined for the donor. ”

An old monk didn't say much, sighed and left.

And in the bright purple sea of bitterness, a phantom shadow of a stone man sits, holding a flint drill in his palm, but this stone man seems a little illusory, only his legs and left arm are real, and the others are completely composed of illusory light.

After walking for five days away from the place where King Jizo was, the group finally arrived at the Nine Hidden Terraces.

The Nine Hidden Platforms are tall and condensed, looking like a volcano from a distance, the mountain is a layer of dark red, as if it is the traces left after the endless blood has dried up, and there is a unique depression and hideousness from a distance, which is difficult to forget.

Zhang Liang directly led a group of people to cut through the space and appeared on the top of the mountain of Jiuyoutai, the huge giant mountain was completely empty, like a black hole left after a volcanic eruption, and rolling black clouds kept emerging from it, making this place more and more gloomy and weird.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

A coughing sound suddenly sounded behind Zhang Liang and his party, and on this misty mountain peak, it looked weird and a little terrifying.

An old woman who was dying of old age came into the eyes of several people, the inconspicuous old woman was as thin as a straw, wearing a tattered shroud, and a pair of sunken eyes revealed a miserable blue light.

The hair I just bought was dry and thin, without a trace of shine, sparse, like withered grass before winter.

The old woman was still holding a mourning stick in her hand, and there were several ghosts lingering next to the mourning stick when she walked tremblingly.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Liang frowned, a little uncertain, this old woman who looked drooping and old, as if she had been dead for many years, did not look like the ancestor of the barbarians!

"Quack...... I am the ancestor of this little fat man. ”

Zhang Liang's body was like a volcano that could erupt at any time, so that the old woman didn't dare to get too close, but the words she said made the little fat man Niu Ren jump to her feet.

"I@%#¥...... Where did the evil ghosts come out want to take advantage of my grandfather Niu? I am your uncle. ”

"Woo ......"

The mourning stick waved in an instant, and the ghost howl suddenly became extremely obvious, and in an instant, the little fat man Niu Ren was pumped away, all of which Zhang Liang did not stop, because he had already seen that the old woman who caused the deep did not mean to hurt the little fat man at all.

Although it is not normal to look at it, this old woman may indeed be the ancestor of the little fat man.

"You do have the breath of a barbarian in your body, so you should be the ancestor of the barbarian, we inadvertently entered hell, just enough to find a top-notch beast soul for this little fat man.

You must have had the most powerful beast soul back then, and this little fat man came to hell by chance, and it would be of great benefit to you to fuse a top-notch beast soul out of this hell. ”

Although Zhang Liang's tone was flat, the old woman did not dare to despise it, not to mention that she had this meaning herself.

The barbarian race has been in decline for a long time between this heaven and earth, although it is also one of the many races in the immortal realm, but it seems that there are some successors, and it is also a great luck for this old woman to meet the descendants of the barbarian race in hell.

"Quack ......"

The old woman floated silently in front of the little fat man, and pinched Niu Ren's fat cheeks with her doting hands, and the burnt chicken claw-like palms made Niu Ren's hair stand upside down, and he was simply complaining frantically in his heart, not wanting to say the most powerful beast soul, he forcibly cheered up again.

"The Ancestor doesn't know what kind of beast souls are the most powerful! Is it the legendary soul of the holy beast, or is it the soul of the dragon king?"

"What do you want to do so much? ”

"What? I don't want it, don't insist on it. ”

......

"The bull head and horse face are the most powerful beast souls in hell," Niu Ren was almost vomiting blood, looking at the extremely depressed little fat man, but the old woman sneered: "Legends are always legends, and the truth is too far behind, the power of the bull head was incomparable, and the most powerful sages of the barbarians have fused the soul of the bull king."

It's not like the legend that the bull head and horse face are the little officials of the underworld and hell, if you weren't for the descendants of my barbarian, I wouldn't have introduced such a powerful beast soul into your body at all. ”

The little fat man was directly taken away by the old woman, and three hours later, Niu Ren came out again, which made Xiao Chen stunned.

A pair of huge black horns protrude from the top of the cow's head, looking like a minotaur walking upright from a distance, which makes people can't help but laugh.

Keke's big black jewel-like eyes narrowed into a line, almost holding his stomach and laughing, and in an instant, he jumped to the top of the cowman's head ** The pair of black horns.

"Babbling"

The cheerful voice came from its mouth, but it made Niu Ren's eyes water.

"Ancestor, don't lie to me, the strongest beast soul, if not, I want to die!"

......

Along the way, the goal was basically completely achieved, and the deep hell of Yin could not feel a trace of vitality, Zhang Liang did not stay too long, after the little fat man said goodbye to the old woman, he directly broke the space with great mana and appeared outside the holy mountain of the barbarians.

It is with his ability that he can do this, and if others want to travel through the underworld and the immortal realm, they must understand the law of life and death, between life and death, and be able to feel the difference between life and death.

This was a moment, and the oasis at the foot of the holy mountain appeared in front of everyone's eyes again, although it was only a short time, but Niu Ren and Xiao Chen both felt like they were reincarnated.

Compared to the gentle sun and the boundless green forest, Hell is like a lonely ruin, and people can't feel the slightest warmth.

"It's good to see a world full of life again. ”

Xiao Chen couldn't help but sigh.

"The world and hell are blended, creating a region out of thin air, recruiting endless souls, and the power of the ancestral gods is truly incredible. ”

Zhang Liang sighed, looking back at the copper furnace of heaven and earth behind him, the trip to hell made him once again deeply understand life and death.

The mysterious stone man in the sea of bitterness sat cross-legged, and a little light shone around him.

"I'm leaving, I've got all the things I should get, you guys just dive here for a while, there are too many things to experience during this time, and it takes a certain amount of time to settle down.

That would be more beneficial to your cultivation, as for me, I want to see the ancient masters of this world, and the vast Immortal Continent is the place where my generation should gallop. ”

Zhang Liang didn't stay too long, Xiao Chen himself had the intention of precipitating and cultivating, so he could only watch Zhang Liang gradually move away, and only a few steps away disappeared from their sight.

"Alas, when will my Uncle Niu be like his predecessors, between the world and the world, there are countless beauties in the immortal world of Nuoda who are looking forward to the return of my Uncle Niu!"

Niu Ren looked at Zhang Liang's back and sighed, letting the sadness that had just been born in Xiao Chen's heart dissipate in the air.

"Countless beauties are calling you, but you should remove the horns from your head beforehand, otherwise people will think that someone's calf is not bolted, and suddenly runs out of the mountain. ”

"Ahhh......h

The screams of Niu Ren shook the mountains and forests and startled countless birds.

"Whew......"

The Golden Dragon King groaned, silently watching in the direction where Zhang Liang disappeared, although he was following Xiao Chen now, in fact, Zhang Liang was its master.

It's a pity that Zhang Liang is so powerful that it has no way to follow it.

Xiao Chen and Niu Ren lived in seclusion in the pure land of the barbarians, silently cultivating penance.

However, there are monstrous waves in the Immortal Realm, and one legendary figure after another has risen.

Bai Qi, the killing god who killed hundreds of thousands of military souls in the pit of the human realm, rushed out of hell with countless bodies carrying 200,000 Yin soldiers against the sky shortly after they left the hell.