"Sister Bian, do you know what special effects the Nether Ghost Fire has?" asked Yang Dingtian.

"I don't know. Emperor Shakti said: "There is no spirit son, it has never been shown." ”

The three of them, having entered the ghost city, were talking in a low voice.

At this time, the entire Netherworld Ghost City was densely packed, full of undead spirits, and full of Shura clans.

The moment the three of Yang Dingtian spoke, all the Shura clans and all the undead around them suddenly looked at each other in a blink of an eye, and they all fixed their bodies.

Suddenly, Yang Dingtian was completely creepy.

Being surrounded by hundreds of half-saint-level Shura and undead spirits, that feeling was really terrifying.

In this, any one of them can make the three of Yang Dingtian die without a place to be buried.

Then, an undead messenger slowly floated over, gently sniffing the breath of the three of Yang Dingtian.

Suddenly, Yang Dingtian didn't dare to move at all, and almost even his heartbeat stopped.

After a full minute, the undead messenger left Yang Dingtian's side, and all the undead and Shura clans continued to act.

At this time, Yang Dingtian is about to lose most of his soul, and it seems that he must not speak, otherwise he will definitely arouse suspicion.

So, the three of them pretended to be like ordinary undead lords, with their heads bowed and wandering idlely, babbling from their mouths.

The entire Netherworld Ghost City is incomparably huge, full of pavilions and pavilions, and full of carved railings and jade bricks.

The pyramid is general, and the city is layered on top of each other, and there are ninety-nine floors.

The last layer is almost up to the sky!

At this time, all the undead and Shura were hit on the lowest square, and if you look at it, there are about four or five hundred undead. Four or five hundred asuras.

The lowest and lowest level here is the Semi-Saint level!

In other words, in the entire Netherworld Ghost City, there are thousands of semi-saint-level powerhouses! Of course, except for the three people of Yang Dingtian, the three of them are parallel goods.

this number. How amazing!

But it's normal, in the thousands of years after the ancient Nirvana, all the unyielding necromancers have come here, and it is normal for there to be four or five hundred half-saints who died unjustly. Of course, the Shura clan is more normal, as a failed candidate race of gods, although they have been almost killed, it is still normal to leave four or five hundred left.

But even so. That's a scary number. Imagine what would happen if this previous half-saint-level powerhouse appeared in the human world?

All mankind is wiped out!

At this time, the undead and Shura of the previous half-saint level wandered in the square, completely not communicating with each other, all bowing their heads and chanting words.

Suddenly. A burst of ghost music starts!

In the dark air, it was as if a rift had been torn apart. A snow-white light burst out, completely impossible to look at.

Then, one undead spirit after another, one Shura after another, came out of the rift.

These undead and Shura. They all have a characteristic, that is, they are all shrouded in colorless light, making them not like Shura and the undead at all, but more like gods.

Each one was shrouded in divine light, and there was hardly any face to be seen. It's clear whether it's the undead or Shura, whether it's a male or a female!

There is no doubt that these are all saintly levels.

The number of days at the top of the sun is clear, there are a total of thirty-nine saint-level undead and thirty-nine saint-level Shura.

These seventy-eight are the strongest in the Netherworld Empire, the Undead Monarch and the Shura Monarch, the ruler of the Netherworld's billions of undead and countless Shura.

Suddenly, all the half-saint-level Shura and half-saint-level undead in the square all knelt down and saluted.

The three of Yang Dingtian also hurriedly knelt down.

"Dangdang, dang, dang!"

Then, the highest level of the Netherworld Ghost City, the Tower of Babel, emitted a burst of bells!

Immediately afterwards, the entire Tower of Babel lit up in the darkness and became dark green and transparent.

Then, thirty-nine undead monarchs, thirty-nine undead Shura, floated towards the Tower of Babel.

The remaining more than a thousand undead lords, the Shura Lords, walked down the steps, one by one, to the Tower of Babel on the ninety-ninth floor of the ground.

Netherworld feast, on!

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More than a thousand undead and Shura, slowly walking on the steps, this kind of picture, seems strange and terrifying.

After walking for half an hour, he finally walked from the lowest level of the Netherworld Ghost City to the top floor of the Tower of Babel.

The entire Tower of Babel is also wide at the bottom and narrow at the top.

Ninety-nine floors in total!

The bottom floor is about 20,000 square meters, and the top floor is only about a few dozen square meters.

The center of the Tower of Babel is completely empty, running from the first floor to the ninety-ninth floor.

Each floor has a varying number of seats.

Seventy-eight saint-level undead monarchs, Shura monarchs, ascended to the upper nine floors of the Tower of Babel.

And the remaining more than a thousand and a half saints, Shura and the undead, occupied the thirty-three stories of the tower below.

In other words, all the semi-saint-level, saint-level undead and Shura present only occupied less than half of the Babel Tower position.

The three of them followed the flow to the fifty-seventh floor! Actually, this is the lowest layer today, because the bottom is empty.

Many undead and Shura, all looking for their own locations.

Yang Dingtian, of course, the three of them also looked for their own positions. However, instead of sitting together completely, it is sitting in a triangular position. If you sit like this, if something happens, you won't be caught in the net.

And as I said, the Nether Ghost Fire may appear anywhere, so sitting like this may have a better chance.

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Soon, all the undead and Shura were already seated, and they were all sitting on a futon.

There was a strange feeling in the sun, as if it was the United Nations General Assembly, as if it was a League meeting in Star Wars, and as if it was the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference of the Buddha.

"Dangdang, dang!"

The bell rings again!

"Whew!"

Suddenly, the central space of the Tower of Babel suddenly brightened, and a figure appeared, an incomparably huge figure!

Yang Dingtian almost screamed violently!

The central space of the entire Babel Tower is 500 meters high and nearly 100 meters in diameter!

And this figure is 500 meters tall and 100 meters wide!

Of course. That's not why Yang Dingtian wants to scream.

What made him scream was because this incomparably huge figure looked exactly the same as Yang Dingtian.

He was wearing a golden yellow robe and a golden crown on his head, aggrieved and domineering!

Yang Dingtian almost endured it desperately. I didn't scream.

How so?

But then, Yang Dingtian found out, Emperor Shibian and Wu Moweaving, their bodies also trembled, and they almost screamed.

Immediately after that, the face began to change!

One moment into a man, the next into a woman.

became anyone Yang Dingtian knew, and finally became a completely strange face to Yang Dingtian.

But this kind of face. It's always changing.

Yang Dingtian suddenly understood!

This face is just a psychological projection of oneself! When everyone sees this huge figure, it will be their own face.

After he appeared.

Suddenly, all the undead monarchs, Shura monarchs, undead lords, and Shura lords all knelt down and bowed.

Three bows and nine bows! Awe!

Yang Dingtian understood who this five-hundred-meter giant was, he was the king of the Netherworld for thousands of years. The Ghost Emperor!

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The Ghost Emperor!

He has ruled the Netherworld for thousands of years, and is the supreme monarch of billions of undead and countless Shura.

He is the supreme monarch of hundreds of saint-level powerhouses and thousands of half-saint-level powerhouses!

The eternal emperor of the whole hell!

It's the entire Chaos World, the Eternal Emperor!

How strong will he be?

It should have completely exceeded the scope of Yang Dingtian's comprehension!

He is so powerful that it is even eternal. It's already history.

His strength may have surpassed the scope of energy transcendence!

If Yang Dingtian stood up, he should not be as tall as the soles of his feet.

Yang Dingtian stood in front of him, how small he was, then his cultivation stood in front of him. It's so small.

Even if he is a saint-level powerhouse, he can't stand up to his feet!

......

The body of the ghost land of five hundred meters, looking around.

When he looked at the three of them, there was nothing unusual.

"Ladies and gentlemen, two hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye! It's time for you and me to get together again. The ghost said slowly.

"In the past two hundred years, my Netherworld Empire has increased by 400 million undead and tens of thousands of Shura! Five more lords have been promoted to monarchs, and hundreds of sentient beings have been promoted to lords, which is gratifying! I hope that one day, our entire Tower of Babel will be full of high-ranking ministers! At that time, we will be the overlords of the Nine Heavens!"

"My ninety-nine layers of Netherworld Ghost Domain, tens of billions of undead, are all looking forward to the future hegemony!"

"One day, our undead clan will break through the confinement of the Netherworld, rush out of the ghost realm, sweep the entire world, and sweep all living beings under the nine heavens!"

With that, the ghost raised his hand to the sky, and suddenly the entire dark sky seemed to be pierced by his hands.

In an instant, an earth-destroying energy enveloped the entire Netherworld and Ghost Land.

At this time, the tens of thousands of miles of seabed around the Netherworld were all violently torn, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and the mountains shouted tsunami.

The southwestern continent, which was tens of thousands of miles away, shook strongly.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

All the saint-level monarchs and half-saint-level lords present bowed down!

Ghostly, intoxicated at this moment.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Today is the time for me to bow down and wait, and you can eat as much as you can!"

"After the feast, I bow down and give the Netherworld Ghost Fire! Those who eat can be vertical and horizontal, live with heaven and earth, and live with the sea! Chaos is immortal, and life is endless!"

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

After Yang Dingtian heard it, he couldn't help but feel his heart beat.

What does this mean? Netherworld ghost fire, vertical and horizontal yin and yang, living with heaven and earth, and living with the sea!

But just by sounding like it, I feel that this ghostly fire is incomparably against the sky!

Then, the Netherworld said slowly: "I announce, Netherworld Feast, open!"

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Note: The first update is sent, and I will continue to write the second update! Tomorrow, there are important things to get up early, but I can't sleep yet, woo! (To be continued......)