As soon as Duan Lingqi rushed out of the door of the cell, he subconsciously wanted to make the rain and fog, and ride the fog into the sky. But how could he have thought that he was now a demon soul body, and he couldn't compare to one-tenth of the ability in the yang world.

In addition, after being sucked by the tiger-headed and ox-like monster for three hundred years of cultivation, the result was that before the claws could linger in the mist, the entire Jiao body fell heavily from mid-air, shattering the open-air round table to pieces.

The plate of blood bait ghosts on the round table also fell to the ground because of this, and suddenly four bloody little feet rose, taking advantage of the chaos to find a gap, and disappeared.

"Is it a secret weapon or a spell?"

Xi Chunxue naturally didn't know what was going on, but fortunately she grabbed the scales on Duan Lingqi's body so that they didn't fall down from Duan Lingqi's back.

"The bull head behind is about to catch up."

Qu Hancheng hugged Xi Chunxue's waist tightly, how could he feel the fragrance of the delicate body in his arms, and looked back at the bull-headed figure who was about to rush out of the door of the aisle of the cell and said.

"Don't rush!"

Duan Lingqi has to say that he is also a good man, even if he suffers such a heavy fall, he can't snort. I saw him staggering on the ground a few times and standing up straight, shaking his body.

Then there was a thin mist under the claws of the Jiao, and then like a snake walking on the ground, he would enter the door and drill into the hole.

"Hurry!"

Xi Chunxue looked back at the traces of the bull head and horse face that were still chasing, and could vaguely see the Rakshasa Yaksha behind them, so she took a deep breath, then exhaled a breath of rich white gas, and said the truth.

The white qi suddenly sank, filling Duan Lingqi's entire body like mist.

Shout.

Duan Lingqi's speed immediately jumped up a notch.

"How much life have you lost in this bite?"

Qu Hancheng prostrated himself on Duan Lingqi's back, learning Xi Chunxue's movements and clutching the scales on his back, the fierce wind whistling in his ears, and the surrounding scene was torn by the speed.

"I am a cultivator, and I have a long lifespan, and this life span is nothing."

Xi Chunxue said in a calm voice.

"Then why did your soul start to become scattered?"

Qu Hancheng raised his head slightly, looked at Xi Chunxue with his right eye open, and said softly.

As Qu Hancheng said, Xi Chunxue's soul at this moment is no longer as condensed as a real person, but gradually has a sense of illusory transparency of the soul.

Xi Chunxue didn't answer Qu Hancheng, as if she hadn't heard what Qu Hancheng said, her eyes looked ahead calmly.

The structure of this ghost prison is not complicated, the ghost prison is round, and there are three layers inside and outside.

The innermost layer is the ghost prison where the ghosts are held, which is where Duan Lingqi and the others stay. The second layer is the place where the demons are often imprisoned and tortured.

The only difference with hell is that they can get a little respite.

Duan Lingqi didn't think much about it and ran away towards the empty place left and right, but it was a wise move, otherwise he would only return to the same place after running around.

So when Duan Lingqi smashed through several iron doors blocking him one after another against his hard dragon head, he came to the second layer of this ghost prison.

There is no joy in punishment, and there is no concealment of sin.

The eight lines of writing reflected on the gray wall appeared in front of them, and the screams of evil spirits who had been severely tortured echoed in their ears.

Duan Lingqi didn't care about everything here, he just wanted to escape from this ghost prison quickly, but the gray wall in front of him had no door, could it be that he had to hit the wall with his head?

Not.

Duan Lingqi didn't stop, he glanced around, his head instantly came to a conclusion, and he ran to the left, I don't know how many torture instruments were broken along the way, and all the ghost pawns who came to stop him were also knocked away.

But he went back to where he was.

Those eight words still appeared clearly in front of them.

"Damn, if only I could fly!"

Duan Lingqi raised his head and looked at the open-air ghost prison, circled in place, and casually pressed an evil ghost who attacked and disturbed them at his feet and said angrily.

"I'm afraid you can't fly out of here."

Xi Chunxue glanced back at the bull head and horse face that had not yet been chased, raised her eyes to look at the top of her head, and then looked at the evil ghost released by their destruction of the torture equipment.

These evil ghosts ran from place to place, from south to north, and some fought with the ghosts, but none of them flew into the sky.

I'm afraid there is another mystery in this open-air ghost prison.

"I wonder if there is no way here, how did the ghost judge get in? Could it be that you got in through the wall? ”

Duan Lingqi straightened up slightly, put his paws on the gray wall, and wanted to climb along the wall, but unfortunately his body was only two zhang, how could he reach the five-zhang high gray wall.

And there are no brick gaps in the gray wall, as if a whole boulder wall was placed here.

"Instead of us guessing here, let's ask the ghosts here."

Xi Chunxue didn't bother with this gray wall, she looked around with low eyes, and the yellow-colored prison clothes on her body suddenly turned into a wide-sleeved gray robe, with hemp silk silk, and she looked like a fairy wind and bones.

Just as she was about to capture a ghost to ask about the situation, she saw a ghost soldier dressed in a bad costume with a sluggish expression and took the initiative to come over.

"It's my own people."

Qu Hancheng patted Duan Lingqi's body, who was about to throw this ghost pawn away, and then looked at Xi Chunxue, who was looking at him in astonishment, and said with a slight smile.

"You can't use the abilities of those monsters, they will corrode your soul and mind."

Xi Chunxue looked at Qu Hancheng with a serious expression and said.

The reason why she would take great pains to break her life was that she didn't want Qu Hancheng to abuse the abilities of the two monsters parasitic in his body.

"You forgot, before I summoned two monsters, I still had him give me the ability."

Qu Hancheng chuckled, and the black and treacherous patterns suddenly spread from his neck to his cheeks, making him look a little eerie.

"He's not a good guy either."

Xi Chunxue's indifferent face of a handsome man appeared in her head, paused for a moment, and said slowly.

"Don't waste time."

Qu Hancheng closed his eyes and said softly.

"You get us out of here quickly."

Xi Chunxue said to the ghost pawn who had already walked under Jiao's body.

To Xi Chunxue's surprise, this ghost pawn really obeyed her instructions, only to see it walk under the gray wall, located in the eight characters.

Bang.

With a soft sound, the ghost pawn was bounced away, revealing a mahogany door on the ground.

Xi Chunxue suddenly had doubts in her heart, when she just wanted Duan Lingqi to wait any longer, her body suddenly leaned forward, and Duan Lingqi had already broken in.

By the time Xi Chunxue came back to her senses, she had already come to a copper door seven zhang high and five zhang wide, and two words were hung on the copper door.

Ghost dungeon.

"I can't open this door."

Duan Lingqi looked at the Yin Red Bronze Door full of door nails and rubbed his head, it didn't think that it could break open this huge Yin Red Copper Door.

Creak.

The dull sound of the door opening slowly echoed on the third floor of the ghost prison, and ghosts suddenly appeared in the empty clearing, either bull-headed horses or rakshasa yakshasas.

Before Duan Lingqi could return the same way, a dark net fell from the sky, enveloping them, and the red wood door under their feet slammed shut.

The bull head and horse face bowed his head, and the Rakshasa Yaksha bowed his head.

Outside the huge Yin Hong bronze gate, the figure of the ghost judge slowly appeared, and behind him stood two rows of ghost pawns wearing armor and holding swords and axes.

A ghostly aura soared into the sky.