Inside the cave, Mo Cong couldn't catch off from falling down, dancing all the way and didn't know how long it had been falling and not landing, it was pitch black in front of him and I didn't know where it was, and the surroundings were cold and cold for thousands of years. With his sudden screams, there was also a mournful echo in his ears, but it was not his own voice when he listened carefully, but many ghosts crying from far and near.

"What the hell is this place, how can there be such a gloomy and terrifying cave in Lingyun Mountain?" Mo Cong was thinking in a creep, when he suddenly fell to the ground with a bang, and his body was almost broken into seven or eight pieces.

"Didn't you say that I tossed you, I will send you here to toss and toss, this place is big enough and high enough, enough for you to toss for a hundred years. The voice of the woman in white said coldly.

"Where is this?" asked Mo Cong as he struggled to sit up.

"This place is called the Ten Thousand Ghost Cave, and there are thirteen layers of evil ghosts living in it, and each time you go up, the stronger it becomes. You can climb up layer by layer from today onwards, and when you can climb to the top and defeat the demons at the top, you will come out. The woman in white said.

"I think you're a ghost crawling out of here, cold, cold, and evil. Mo Cong said angrily, he returned to Lingyun Mountain this time for a month, but he had to be devastated by the woman in white every day for a month, either ice or fire, and Wan Dao Yinmang also came a few times from time to time, Mo Cong deeply felt that she was more evil than any ghost.

"Climb up slowly, and I'll clean you up when you climb out. The woman in white snorted coldly, although it was ethereal, it made Mo Cong feel cold to the bone, and even more felt that she was a cold ghost who crawled out of this cold place.

He sat blankly for a while, and looked inwardly at the situation of Yuan Ying and True Qi, Yuan Ying still caused the true qi in the dantian to rotate as he did just now, and the more it rotated, the more refined and shiny, and the true qi in the dantian had become a little thinner, and it seemed that a large part of it had been absorbed by Yuan Ying. The woman in white said that she had given Mo Cong infant fire to refine and refine her pure true qi, and Mo Cong didn't know if the so-called purifying true qi was in her own body. But now it seems that Yuanying is indeed growing at a much faster rate than usual, this kind of gratifying growth Mo Cong feels very good, and he is also a little grateful to the woman in white.

"This aunt is such a weirdo, you can't say good things well, and you can't do good things. No wonder the old man doesn't like her, who can stand such a temperament?" Mo Cong thought silently in his heart, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this aunt was actually a person who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and she was actually very concerned about herself, but her temper was too weird and her temperament was too cold, and showing good care and guidance was as unbearable as torturing people.

He sat and thought for a moment. Thinking of the woman in white saying that she would most likely have to stay here for a hundred years before she could get out, the more I thought about it, the sadder I became. Hongyan snapped his fingers, and he was fragrant for a moment, a hundred years was nothing to him, and it was a big deal to be a retreat and cultivation process, but it was different for those girls on the shore of Heilong Lake, and when he went back to the shore of Heilong Lake a hundred years later, many people had become a pile of white bones and were buried in the ground, and they could only say a word on the grave with burning paper......

"Toss...... Isn't it just a toss. I'm the least afraid of tossing. Mo Cong thought about it and said to himself, stood up and went to look for the toss. When the ghosts near and far around saw him standing up, they immediately screamed, crying and howling, and looking for stones or ditches to hide as they cried.

Mo Cong listened to the movement around him, and quickly flew behind a rock, and grabbed a cloaked ghost. Raise your fist to fight ghosts.

"Immortals spare their lives, gods spare their lives, I am a good ghost, not an evil ghost, immortals don't kill good ghosts by mistake. The ghost said in a trembling voice, his voice cold and trembling, sounding goosebumps all over his body.

"Where the hell did you come from? How did it appear in this place?" Mo Cong asked vigilantly, clenching his fists.

"We are all ghosts who have died on the battlefield, and because we die too much every day, the underworld has no time to collect it, so we can only wander around the neighborhood for the time being. Some took away some animals to borrow corpses to resurrect their souls, and some burrowed into the stones and trees to live, and then we gradually had some cultivation, so that the underworld was not accepted, and the immortals of Lingyun Mountain received us here, so that we should not make trouble everywhere. The ghost who was caught by Mo Cong didn't speak, and the ghost hiding behind another stone said slowly.

"So you have both Rui and Long?" Mo Cong asked.

"Yes, there are, but there are very few people in Rui, and there are very few people in Longguo, because many of us did not have these two countries when we died. A ghost said.

"So many of you have been cultivating for hundreds of years?" Mo Cong was surprised.

"Yes, but we are still relatively young ghosts, and many of the ghosts in the top layers have been cultivating for thousands of years, and they are veritable old ghosts. A group of ghosts whispered.

"Then what should I do, I have only cultivated for less than twenty years in total, but you are hundreds of years or thousands of years at every turn, how can I kill from here?" Mo Cong asked.

"Cultivation is more than strength and not time, many people can only cultivate a king for a thousand years, and they can only cultivate a turtle for 10,000 years, this has something to do with their own qualifications and cultivation methods, what does it have to do with time?" said a ghost.

"You also know the mental method, so what mental method do you rely on to cultivate?" Mo Cong asked curiously.

"We are just practicing blindly, absorbing the Heavenly Essence and Earth and some of the dead qi floating over on the battlefield to survive, but there are also some very smart ghosts who gradually realize some Taoism, and then they are getting more and more powerful, and they are more and more trampled on us under our feet, and they go to the top to absorb more Heavenly Essence and Earth and Dead Spirit, and we can only be grounded below. A ghost whispered angrily.

"I can't see it, you're quite hierarchical here. Mo Cong said speechlessly, "Then you have cultivated for so long, have you cultivated to become an immortal?" he asked after thinking for a while.

"I heard that there seem to be a few more powerful ones on the top floor, but they haven't completely cultivated to immortals, otherwise they would have been able to get out of here a long time ago. A ghost said.

"Okay, then how long will it take me to break through from this layer to the next layer?" asked Mo Cong.

"It doesn't take much time, it won't take an hour, we are all the lowest level of imps, very good and friendly, neither harming you nor blocking your way, very fierce and evil ghosts are on it, they may stop you from drinking your blood and eating your flesh, you just be careful after you go up. A ghost said.

"Okay, since that's the case, I won't waste time here, it's important to go up as soon as possible, well, how to go up the next floor, trouble which ghost brother to show the way. Mo Cong got up and said.

He said a little strange in his heart, the strength of these ghosts is not as weak as they themselves described, or not as weak as they are, but very uneven, but they have to describe themselves as the lowest and weakest very harmless ghosts, and between the words it seems that they want to leave this level immediately. Mo Cong couldn't figure out what this meant, but he didn't want to stay here anymore, so he simply followed their words and said to leave immediately.

"You go up the stairs in a circle, and you'll be there in a moment. A ghost said and threw a stone in one direction and pointed the way to Mo Cong.

"In addition, from the third layer onwards, there will be a ghost king every time, and the ghost king is the most powerful ghost in each layer, enjoying the high-level treatment of living in a separate cave, and the gods must be more careful after they go up. The other ghost said.

"Well, thanks for the reminder. Mo Cong said and walked in the direction of the stone steps, although he couldn't see the situation here because of the darkness, but with his divine sense, he could feel that where there were stones, where there were puddles, where there were ghosts lying on the ground sticking out their tongues, everything was like seeing it himself.

When he walked forward, those ghosts looked at him vigilantly and in horror, and when they saw him approaching a little, they would quickly hide, and then hide in the shadows to secretly watch him and observe him, although Mo Cong was not too afraid of these ghosts, but he was still a little hairy in his heart when he was peeped at by a pair of ghost eyes. (To be continued......)