With a loud bang, the two gates of the Ghost King's Palace were forcibly broken open under a huge force.

Lei Luo walked into the palace from the three-zhang wide gap that he and Lu Xiao had opened together, and then guarded the surroundings and observed carefully.

In front of him was a dark hall, at the end of which several spiral staircases stretched upwards, and the walls around the earth were carved with the heads of demons, which were lit with cyan flames.

Leaning on the cyan flames on the surrounding walls, the scene in the entire hall can be seen.

In the center of the main hall, there is a statue of a human ghost face more than ten feet high, which seems to be the owner of this place, the fog ghost king.

Since the ghosts are all formless, and he has not been in contact with the ghosts in the realm of the ghost king, he doesn't know if this is the ontological appearance of the fog ghost king, or other appearances that have been conjured up.

Beneath the statue, however, he saw a familiar figure lying quietly.

The man's face was full of horror, but it was lifeless, and it was a corpse.

"Fat man?" said Lei Luo, looking at the chubby corpse.

The eight of them set off from Black Jade Island together, but they didn't expect that this fat man would die in the hall on the first floor of the palace.

However, this also shows that the other six people have entered the depths of the palace, and the entire palace is not a safe place, at least if the Jindan monk is not careful, he will die.

After Lei Luo glanced at the corpse of the fat man, he stepped forward, preparing to walk towards the stairs at the back of the main hall.

But just as he passed by the corpse, the fat man's fingers suddenly moved.

A pale red sword qi mercilessly rushed towards the corpse of the fat man, and just when the sword qi was about to hit the corpse's head, something unexpected happened.

The 'fat man' who confirmed his death actually quickly burst out to avoid this sword aura, and his actions were not at all like a dead person.

"The corpse has changed, it's impossible, it's only been a long time, it should be possessed by ghosts!" Lei Luo analyzed after looking at the 'fat man' in front of him.

The corpse transformation needs a huge corpse qi, and the corpse needs to be nourished by the corpse qi for decades or even hundreds of years before it can become a living corpse, so the fat man must have been manipulated by ghosts.

"Trespassing, trespassing into the palace of the ghost king, the crime deserves death, the ghost concubine has an order, and there is no forgiveness for killing!" A burst of yin and yang weird laughter came from the mouth of the 'fat man'.

Before the words fell, the other party rushed forward with a sinister smile on his face, and the speed was several times faster than that of an ordinary Jindan monk.

After Lei Luo glanced at the other party, he sneered and stood motionless, allowing the other party to rush in front of him, turning his hand into a spike and sticking it straight into his chest.

I only heard a crisp click, and the bones on the fat man's entire arm were broken, and one arm was bent at an incredible angle.

"How could it be!" the 'fat man' looked surprised.

He never expected that the opponent's body was so hard, and he didn't even sacrifice the magic weapon, so he relied on the defense of the body alone to block this attack.

Just when he was surprised, it was just a split second, and a large hand grasped his skull firmly.

No matter how much he struggled, the big hand was like a pincer firmly in his head.

When the 'fat man' saw that he couldn't break free, he opened his mouth and squirted out a puddle of dark green liquid.

But Lei Luo, who had been prepared for a long time, flipped his wrist and aimed the direction of the other party's face elsewhere the moment he opened his mouth.

The puddle of dark green liquid splashed onto the floor of the main hall, making a strange sound of "Boom", accompanied by a pungent fishy smell.

After failing to do a single blow, the 'Money Fat Man' launched a second attack, waving his hands wildly, and a burst of colorful mist emanated from his whole body, enveloping Lei Luo and him all.

However, after the fog dispersed, he found that the big hand was still firmly grasping his head, and even the highly poisonous mist could not affect the other party.

"It's a pity that I didn't have a chance to send you on my way myself!" a slightly regretful tone came.

Lei Luo used one hand, and just when the other party was still trying to struggle, his whole head was pinched and exploded by this force.

With a "bang", the red-white brain blood was scattered all over the ground, and the headless body of the fat man also stopped struggling and fell to the ground.

Although the other party was already dead, Lei Luo did not relax at all.

At the moment when the corpse fell to the ground, the purple light on the other party's body flashed, and a cloud of purple mist turned into a sharp arrow and shot directly at Lei Luo's face.

"Guarding against you!" said Lei Luo with a sneer.

Several blood-colored evil qi surged up and down Zhou's body, and these evil qi turned into several blood-colored small snakes, which swooped straight to obtain the purple mist with lightning speed, and the speed was even far beyond the opponent's attack.

Those blood-colored snakes bit the purple mist in the blink of an eye, and a terrible howl of horror came out from the purple mist, but after a pale red sword qi hit it, the sound stopped abruptly.

After eliminating the other party, Lei Luo looked around again, and after making sure that nothing was missing, he walked to the statue in the center of the main hall, and then swung a punch, shattering the entire statue.

After doing this, he walked to the spiral staircases at the back of the main hall, chose one of them, and walked up without hesitation.

Shortly after Lei Luo's figure disappeared, the statue's head flickered green at the shattered statue on the ground.

But the green light was only a flash and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

......

In a huge basin thousands of miles away from the Ghost King's Palace where Lei Luo was.

This place is not so much a basin as a large pit dug by man, because the whole depression is square, as if it were dug by a special craftsman.

However, this hollow is huge, and it is ten thousand feet long and wide when viewed, and in the center of this square pit there is an equally boxy and strange altar.

On this altar were two huge braziers, and on the braziers burned a purple flame that exuded a palpitating icy power.

You don't feel wrong, it is indeed the power of ice, and the entire altar, including the ground around it, is covered with a layer of hoarfrost under the cold power contained in this flame, which is simply a wonder in the world.

On top of this altar, stood an old man wearing a black brocade robe with a long green beard and hair.

However, the old man's eyes were pitch black, but his pupils were blood-red, and he didn't look like a human body.

At the bottom of the altar, kneeling sat rows of figures also dressed in brocade robes, men and women, old and young.

But their eyes were also pitch black, and their pupils were colorful, which showed that these people were not Terran monks either.

A strange spell came from the mouth of the old man on the altar, and as he cast a spell and chanted it, it was as if something was touching him.

The kneeling figure below looked upwards from time to time, and it turned out that directly above this altar, there was a purple swirling cloud that stretched for thousands of miles, slowly rotating.

However, the group of figures was not looking at a purple swirl cloud, but a pitch-black spike in the center of the purple cloud.

The spike was right in the center of the purple swirling cloud, as if something in the cloud wanted to burst out.

The spike looked small from the ground below, but if it fell to the ground, it was estimated to be thousands of feet in size.

At this time, with the incantation of the old man in the altar below, the spike in the cloud was slowly stretching out, but from time to time in the surrounding space, golden chains appeared and wound towards the spike.

For a moment, countless golden chains and spikes froze, and the spikes didn't know where they came from, trying to pierce something, but those chains were stopping it, and the two sides were deadlocked.

At this moment, a figure in the crowd below suddenly looked up in a certain direction, his green pupils constricted, and a trace of annoyance appeared on his face.

"Fog Ghost King, what's wrong with you?" the other person next to the figure suddenly asked.

Unexpectedly, this figure was actually the owner of the Ghost King's Palace that Lei Luo and they broke into, the Fog Ghost King.

"Damn, someone has broken into my palace!" the Fog Ghost King whispered to the people around him.

As soon as these words came out, not only the people around him, but also some people around him who were not weak in cultivation also heard this sentence.

Although there was no way to turn back and speak due to the majesty of the old man above, they all showed a gloating expression.

"Fog Ghost King, don't worry, our Venerable has reached some kind of deal with the Ten Thousand Ghost Ancestors of the Human Race, and the Yuanying Monk will not trespass on our Netherworld Island, at most it is just a few Jindan Monks," the people around him said quite calmly.

This person was also a little helpless, when they divided the territory, this fog ghost king had to be close to the territory of the human race, so he fell out with another ghost king, and in the end, he was killed and injured.

It took hundreds of years for the Fog Ghost King to recover because of this, and then he built his own palace in that place.

As a result, for thousands of years, from time to time, Yuanying monks would break into his territory, and some even went straight into his palace.

Therefore, the people around were not surprised at all when they heard it, because they were all used to it, and if the other party's palace had not been broken into by a human monk in a thousand years, then there was a problem.

Especially in the last few hundred years, not only the Yuanying Monk, but also the Jindan Zhuji Monk would intrude into his territory from time to time, as if he planned to use his residence and territory as a place of training.

"Wait for a few hundred years, our ghost race will break the spatial barrier, and when the time comes, whoever in the human world can stop our steps, those human races will either surrender or die!" the ghost king thought in his heart.

However, compared to their calmness, the Fog Ghost King was a little anxious.

After all, in order to nourish the Ten Thousand Soul Flower, he left all the Soul Heart Stones in his hands in the palace, and now that the Terran monks have broken into this place, what if they find the Soul Heart Stone and the Ten Thousand Soul Flower.

Although the Infant Monks generally do not enter the Netherworld, it is still up to them to see what attracts them.

In case the soul heart stone is exposed, the ghost cultivators of the Yuan Infant Stage will not care about any agreement, the Terran monks are already greedy, let alone the monks of the Yuan Infant Stage.

"Just Jindan monk, relying on the hundreds of ghost handsomes in my territory, plus the ghost man and the concubine, there shouldn't be any big problems!" "The Fog Ghost King said helplessly after glancing at the old man on the altar.

If the old man was there, he wouldn't dare to be presumptuous.

Unless the entire palace was demolished, he really didn't dare to move, after all, this old man was the peak cultivation of the ghost king, and he only had an initial cultivation.

The current fog ghost king can only pray that the ghost generals in his territory are not all wine bags and rice bags, and that the ghost marshal and ghost concubine can block those intruders.