The Ghost Buddha finally found the person he was looking for on the seventh layer of the Nine Prisons.

A middle-aged man dressed in a tattered gray cloth coat and a sloppy beard.

At his feet were all white scrolls spread out, and four words were densely written on them - powerless to return to the sky!

"The Lord is right, you are indeed imprisoned in the Nine Prisons.

Come with me, this is not the place for you." The ghost Buddha spoke up.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he raised his head, his eyes were blank and empty: "What if you go out, it's just a bigger cage outside.

Since you can't afford to make any changes, it's better to stay here honestly and wait for that day to come.

Hey, where's my pen?"

The middle-aged man wanted to continue writing, but there was no trace of the brush, so he looked down and looked around.

"The Lord said that this person's divination methods reached the heavens, and even faintly reached the level of reaching the Heavenly Prison National Teacher.

If you want to find the demon who participated in the night of the Divine Food, you need the help of this person." The three heads of the ghost Buddha showed a look of doubt and disdain in their eyes.

He himself is also proficient in divination, but in the past battles, he was defeated by the Heavenly Prison National Master.

The man in front of him is afraid that he is not even one ten-thousandth of him, otherwise how could he be trapped in the Nine Prisons.

"It is ridiculous for the Lord to say that this man has the means to reach heaven."

But despite what he thought in his heart, the ghost Buddha still had to rescue the middle-aged man, after all, it was all the Lord's order.

He took a step forward with his right foot, but heard a click.

Looking down, under the thick soles of the feet, there was a broken brush.

The ghost Buddha didn't care, but at this moment, the sloppy middle-aged man who should have been imprisoned in the cage had already appeared beside him, and then grabbed his ankle with his right hand and lifted it slightly, taking out the broken brush.

The middle-aged man showed a distressed look on his face: "This brush was given to me by the teacher at the beginning, and you actually stepped on it."

When the words fell, the middle-aged man's right hand swiped towards the brush, and with a burst of white light, the broken brush was restored to its original state!

"It's okay, it's okay." The man patted his chest, then walked back into his cage.

The prohibition on the cage is nothing but a void for a sloppy man.

When the ghost Buddha saw this scene, he was terrified, and he might not be able to do it with the means he had just done.

At this point, he finally understood why the Lord did not hesitate to take such a big risk to bring this person back, and the other party really has such ability!

He wanted to say something, but was directly interrupted by the middle-aged man: "Don't waste your words, if you don't leave, you won't be able to leave."

When the ghost Buddha heard this, the three songs and six eyes were closed together to carry out calculations.

In the dark, he saw many pictures and endings, but no matter which ending was a dead end!

At this moment, the void twisted, and a blurred black shadow slowly stepped out.

The middle-aged man, who was indifferent to everything before, looked at the black shadow with some surprise, and there was scrutiny in his eyes.

"Come with me." The black shadow shook and said loudly.

"I'm not leaving." The middle-aged man shook his head, resolute.

"Don't jump to conclusions, let's see what this is?" The shadow pulled out an object, a box with an eyeball lying inside.

The moment the box opened, the eyes that were closed also opened.

For a moment, the light was in full bloom, dispelling the darkness of the seventh layer, and the surroundings were as bright as day.

"You got it, what do you want to do?" The sloppy middle-aged man asked curiously.

The black shadow replied, "Back then, you calculated various endings, in order to let the human race survive for a hundred more years, you did not hesitate to enter the palace to kill the king, but you were suppressed here by the Heavenly Prison National Master."

The sloppy middle-aged man smiled miserably: "The teacher did the right thing, instead of struggling, it is better to get rid of it as soon as possible."

Anyway, the moment the seal of heaven and earth was broken, no one could change the ending.

It's the same for a hundred years more, or a hundred years less."

"Yes

Not necessarily, there is another path you may not see." The dark shadow said.

"What way?" The sloppy middle-aged man was curious and tilted his head to look.

"Take the initiative to awaken the ancient gods and demons, put them to death and come back to life!" The words are word-by-word, sonorous and powerful!

The sloppy man paused, repeated the words in his mouth, and then began to deduce.

After a few moments, he looked crazy and excited, "I don't see the end!"

If there is no ending, it means that there is one more possibility.

Even if this road is destined to be stained with blood and built with white bones!

But compared to the survival of the human race, this sacrifice is nothing.

"I'll go with you."

"Okay."

Tear's natal power is difficult to stop, and it can only be done by killing Tear so that the other party can't continue to use his natal power!

After figuring this out, Si Zheng Deng Mo, Martial God Ning Zhan, and Sword Maniac Zhen Tianyi all appeared in the sky above the Demon Slaying Division.

Deng Mo glanced at the black world beside the Jiuqu River, his brows furrowed.

The knife maniac town looked around, as if he was searching for something.

The first to strike was the Martial God Ning Zhan, and the space seemed to exist in front of his speed, and appeared in front of the Tears in the blink of an eye.

The fist attached to the golden energy, with the power of destroying the world and destroying the earth, attacked towards the tears, and if it hit, the opponent's phantom body would be seriously injured if it did not die.

But at this moment, a black light barrier blocked in front of Tear Ray, and Ning Zhan's fist was obviously only an inch away from Tear Ray.

But this inch of distance is like a moat!

"Who is it?" Ning Zhan turned abruptly and looked into the void behind him.

After a burst of black shadows manifested, three figures stepped out.

The blurry black shadow led by him ignored it and said lightly, "It's time to go."

Deng Mo and Zhen Tianyi looked at the black shadow at the same time, their expressions were extremely solemn, and they could feel the powerful aura emanating from each other's bodies, which was terrifying!

"But when I don't exist?" Ning Zhan was ignored and shouted angrily.

A punch was thrown violently, and the strength was outward, and the fist struck at the black shadow.

Even if he didn't use all his strength, this blow was not far off, but what shocked him was that the fist was swept halfway and turned into nothingness in an instant!

On the other side, the Bound God Frontier could no longer maintain its form, and it disappeared inch by inch in the clattering sound of shattering.

A figure swept out violently, fleeing towards the Demon Slayer.

But in an instant, there was another figure beside the black shadow, the ghost Buddha and the sloppy middle-aged man.

It was the No. 2 ghost-faced man who was in charge of blocking the Divine Commander with the Binding God Frontier before!

At this moment, his appearance is very different from before, his left arm is empty, not to mention, the ghost's face is full of cracks, and the blood marks around his body are shocking.

"Thank you." The black shadow said lightly.

"Less nonsense, the Bound God Territory has been shattered, let's go!" Ghostface No. 2 is hysterical.

If he was given another chance to choose, it would be impossible for him to take on the task of blocking the Suppression God Division, it would be no different from seeking death!

When the words fell, the white-haired and black-haired old man had come to the Demon Slayer Division at some point.

When the ghost Buddha saw the old man, his burly body trembled slightly unconsciously.

It comes from the fear of death!