Although the little 'hairy' ball tried his best to defend himself, He Wuxian had already seen through it.

He looked at the little 'Mao' ball with a smile and said, "Little 'bastard' ball, don't you want to say yes?" Okay, then I'll give this 'essence' soul bloodstone to Xiao Qinglong." ”

As he spoke, he took out the old zombie's 'spirit' soul bloodstone from the wrapped space.

The fist-sized blood-red 'colored' spar contains majestic power.

The little 'hairy' ball suddenly widened his eyes, staring at the 'essence' soul bloodstone, his eyes full of longing.

Its big eyes turned around a few times before finally lowering its head and saying, "Boss, I was wrong, I admit that I just stole a ......"

Seeing that it finally admitted its mistake, He Wuxian suddenly smiled and said, "Well, since you have already eaten one, then this one should be given to Xiao Qinglong." ”

As soon as these words came out, the little 'hairy' ball was stunned for a moment, pouting aggrievedly, but he looked helpless.

Seeing its deflated appearance, He Wuxian immediately laughed.

He teased the little 'hairy' ball a few more words, and finally gave the 'essence' soul bloodstone to the little 'hairy' ball.

After all, Xiao Qinglong was only interested in the power of Aoki, and was somewhat resistant to the 'essence' soul bloodstone.

After the little 'hairy' ball also ate the large 'essence' soul blood stone, He Wuxian took two small pets and came to the big 'gate' of blood.

It took him nearly an hour before he finally found a flaw in the formation and opened the big 'door' of blood.

After the blood-colored big 'door' opened, two incandescent white 'color' vortices were revealed, one on the left and one on the right, arranged in front of He Wuxi.

The vortex on the left is the passage to the tenth floor, while the vortex on the right is the entrance to the eighth floor.

Without hesitation, He Wuxian chose the entrance on the right and stepped into the passage to the eighth floor.

"Whoosh!"

The vortex spun rapidly, distorting the space, and carrying He Wuxian to a pitch-black world.

There was a soft sound of "bang", and He Wuxian stepped on the ground with his feet, splashing a cloud of dust.

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He could see at once that he was standing in a vast and empty wilderness.

The howling cold wind blew, and his clothes flew and his hair flew flying.

The dark wilderness smells of decay and decay, making it difficult to breathe and disgusting.

The little 'hairy' ball crouched on his shoulder, looking around.

Xiao Qinglong hovered quietly behind him, his breath was guarded, and he seemed to be extremely resistant to this place.

"What the hell is this place?"

He Wuxian scolded angrily, opened the reconnaissance map, and casually found a direction to move forward.

The vast wilderness, I don't know how big it is, and I don't know where it connects.

He Wuxian only knew that when he used the reconnaissance map to cover a radius of ten miles, he immediately saw a scene that made his scalp tingle.

Grave!

Endless graves, densely scattered throughout the wilderness, at least tens of thousands.

There are tens of thousands of graves within a radius of ten miles alone, and there are nearly a million graves within a radius of fifty miles.

"Damn, is this eighth floor all graves?"

Even if He Wuqi is not afraid of the sky and the earth, he is a little panicked when he comes to this dark and lightless space full of graves.

As the saying goes, what is afraid of what comes.

Just now he said that this is a ghost place, but now it seems that it is really a place where ghosts gather, and the 'gloomy' forest is extremely terrifying.

Before he could go a hundred feet away, the cold wind in the wilderness became stronger, and the howling wind became more and more sharp and terrible.

In the distance, there was a weeping whimper, like a ghost crying.

In the darkness nearby, countless pairs of miserable green 'color' points of light appeared, densely packed like fireflies.

Such a scene suddenly made He Wuxian shiver, and the whole person was extremely sober.

Surveying the map, he saw that within a radius of ten miles, hundreds of ghosts were floating from countless tombs, flying rapidly.

"Damn, what the hell. ”

The previous words were all fulfilled, and He Wuxian's face was suddenly speechless, and he had to clench his blood-drinking knife and prepare to fight.

Ghosts are different from so-called ghosts, ordinary ghosts are weak and can't help the wind, it's not worth mentioning, and they can't even see the sun.

Ghosts, on the other hand, are the souls of the deceased, formed by gathering the qi of heaven and earth to 'yin' and the qi of death, and are usually in the form of white mist like souls.

Ghosts become stronger by devouring the souls of the dead, or by cultivating to 'yin' and the qi of death.

Among the ghosts, there are a hundred soul ghosts, a thousand soul ghosts, and ten thousand soul spirit demons.

The strength is equal to that of the warrior's Martial King, Martial Emperor and Martial Emperor respectively.

These are all before He Wuxian entered the Heavenly Demon Temple, Du Xuanji sued him on the road.

Now, seeing thousands of ghosts rushing towards the pitch-black wilderness, why not be afraid of being frightened, and still be calm.

"There are more than 3,000 ghosts, of which ninety percent are below the strength of a hundred soul ghosts, and only one thousand soul ghosts are more difficult to deal with. ”

He stood calmly in place, holding the blood-drinking knife and concentrating on guard, still analyzing and calculating in his mind.

Soon, the ghosts that were close to each other were already swarming.

Dozens of gray-white 'colored' ghosts, their bodies writhing, stretched out their real and illusory claws, and spewed out large areas of gray 'colored' mist towards He Wuxi.

Those gray mist were the breath of death, as if it came from the Nine Netherworlds, carrying a terrifying cold and corrosive power.

"Mountains and rivers are broken!"

He Wuxian roared angrily, swinging his knife and slashing out dozens of flame sword lights.

The sky was full of flames that lit up the pitch-black wilderness, and a large area of flames suddenly enveloped the dozens of ghosts.

A burst of heart-rending screams rang out, which was particularly poignant.

In the blink of an eye, the dozens of ghosts were slain, turned into a gray-white mist, floated in the air, and were swallowed by other ghosts.

The little 'hairy' ball was not far behind, and a large piece of holy flame erupted from his mouth.

The golden flames enveloped a radius of ten zhang, but all the ghosts that were scorched by the holy flames immediately fell apart, turning into gray mist and dissipating.

The little green dragon used the Thunder Wanjun, constantly splitting out dense purple 'color' thunder, like cutting wheat, and the ghosts who were slashing kept falling.

At the same time, He Wuxian's mind also sounded one after another prompts.

"Ding! Kill 20 little ghosts and gain 40,000 experience points. ”

"Ding! Kill ten ghosts of a hundred souls and gain 50,000 experience points. ”

“......”

Although, the army of thousands of ghosts quickly overwhelmed He Wuxian, leaving him and the two little pets in a bitter battle.

But the crazy increase in experience points made his heart excited, and his fighting spirit was high, as if he would never be tired.

Time passed quietly, and he didn't hate himself for forgetting how long he had been fighting, and how many ghosts he had killed under the blood-drinking knife.

It wasn't until there was no more ghost near him that he stopped attacking.

He was propped up on the ground with a blood-drinking knife in both hands, panting heavily with his chest heaving, and he was breathing and resting.

The little 'hairy' ball was a little tired, squatting on his shoulder, the consumption of the little green dragon was also very intense, and the blue light on his body was much dimmer.

Rao is He Wuxian's Yuan Force is strong and profound, comparable to a fourth-level Martial Emperor, and the special effect of the Blood-Drinking Knife's divine weapon can also reduce his Yuan Force consumption to two percent.

But after fighting for so long, he still almost ran out of Yuan Force, and he was tired and out of breath.

After a brief break, he used his reconnaissance map to look around.

I saw that in the pitch-black and boundless wilderness, there were more than 3,000 ghosts that were originally like a sea of people, but at this time there were only a few hundred left.

Although ghosts are the same as zombies, they are things that do not know pain and are not afraid of death.

But He Wuxian and his two little pets slaughtered more than 2,000 ghosts like a storm, which still terrified the surviving ghosts.

The remaining more than 400 ghosts, no longer rushing up to fight, slowly retreated, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

The Thousand Souls Ghost whose strength was comparable to that of the Martial Emperor that He Wuxian saw before had long since disappeared, and he must have retreated.

Seeing that the ghost army had finally retreated, He Wuxian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whew...... Fortunately, the Thousand Souls Ghost didn't make a move, otherwise it would have been dangerous just now. ”

After successfully intimidating the ghost army, when He Wuxian continued to search in the eighth-layer temple, he really didn't encounter any more trouble.

It was only when he searched for a blood-colored large 'gate' that he encountered more than a dozen ghost-spirited ghosts that did not open their eyes.

For this kind of Hundred Souls Ghost whose strength is equivalent to that of the Martial King, He Wuxian killed it with a few supreme sword techniques.

But what he didn't expect was that when he killed the last Hundred Soul Ghost, a system prompt sounded in his head again.

"Ding! The current experience points have reached full value, congratulations to He Wuxian for being promoted to the second-level Martial Emperor. ”

A divine white light descended and poured into his body from the top of his head, quickly restoring his power, transforming and strengthening his 'flesh' body and primordial spirit.

In just ten breaths, he became a dragon 'essence' and a fierce tiger, and his strength reached a higher level, reaching the realm of a second-level martial emperor.

Subsequently, he repeated his old trick, and it took him half an hour to open the sealing formation on the blood-colored big 'door'.

When the blood-colored large 'door' opened, two incandescent white 'color' vortices appeared.

One leads to the upper level and one to the seventh floor underground.

He Wuxian chose the entrance of the seventh layer without hesitation, and took the little 'hairy' ball and the little green dragon all the way to the depths of the ground.

The seventh floor of the temple is still pitch black and lightless, and the area is incomparably vast.

Back then, this floor was supposed to be a warehouse for storing things, and He Wuxian found a lot of tattered debris in it.

Among the countless miscellaneous items, most of them were materials for spiritual equipment, exercise books, and alchemy refining tools.

It's a pity that the age is too old, and these things have long been turned into broken copper and iron, a pile of waste slag, useless.

In addition, He Wuxian also encountered two eighth-level demon beasts on the seventh layer.

These two eighth-level demon beasts have strength comparable to that of ninth-level martial kings.

However, in front of He Wuxian, it was not enough to see at all, and in less than ten breaths, both demon beasts died under the blood-drinking knife.

After that, He Wuxian spent another quarter of an hour to find the blood-colored big 'door' that led to the sixth layer.

Each layer of the blood-colored big 'gate' has a formation seal, and these formations are all the same, and there are not many changes.

He Wuxian used the mysterious 'essence' essence of the Five Elements Divine Formation, and it only took half an hour to crack the formation and open the big 'door' of blood.

He was on the sixth floor of the temple, and he was delayed for three hours.

After killing more than a dozen zombies, monsters, and hundreds of ghosts, he 'advanced' to the fifth layer.

Next is the fourth layer, the third layer......

A day later, He Wuxian came to the second floor of the temple.