"Are you the Crocodile Ancestor?" Ye Fan's voice was joyless and carefree, he had experienced too many things, even if a quasi-emperor appeared in front of him, he would not panic.

The eyes of the two blue lights dimmed, and the man disappeared out of thin air, as if he had never appeared, and the place was empty. A chill grew on Ye Fan's back, this person was so fast, so fast that he didn't even notice how to hide, as if the world had evaporated.

He turned around and looked behind him, a cool air came out of his spine on the spot, and there was a vague majestic outline in the darkness, staring at him deadly, it was still the same person just now. Similarly, within a split second, the mysterious shadow disappeared again, and without a single life fluctuation, it appeared in another direction.

How could it be so fast? Ye Fan was really shocked, how could this person block it if he made a move, it was terrifying!

"What's wrong?"

A voice sounded from behind Ye Fan, causing him to be startled suddenly, and he immediately prepared to activate his defense. However, Ye Fan, who could tell that it was his own master, breathed a sigh of relief lightly, and turned around and said, "Master, it's really weird here. ”

Then he told Wang Xiaoran about his experience. He didn't know if the shadow was the ancestor of the crocodile, he couldn't see its true body, he couldn't look at its face, and he couldn't even catch it.

What the hell is this, if it was the Crocodile Ancestor, most of them would have attacked him directly, why didn't he make a move? Moreover, he was confident that even the Crocodile Ancestor should not be able to achieve this level, unless it was a quasi-emperor in his heyday, it was possible.

Listening to Ye Fan's account, Wang Xiaoran was also very interested in this method, so he first left the ruins of the Great Leiyin Temple with Ye Fan, and stopped a few miles away to listen to the sound of heaven and earth. Everything was extremely quiet, there was no storm at this time, and the entire Glowing Ancient Star was silent, without a single sound. The stars in the sky are swaying, the faint light is dotted, and in the dimness, the ruins of the Great Leiyin Temple in the distance are like dormant beasts that do not move.

"What's going on, why didn't that demon shadow follow?" Ye Fan was surprised, the majestic human figure in that place flickered left and right, making him hairy, why didn't he follow now?

"Smack! I think I know, Shakyamuni is so handy!" Wang Xiaoran clapped his hands and exclaimed.

Seeing Ye Fan looking at himself suspiciously, Wang Xiaoran prompted: "The reason why you can't find the traces of the other party is because the other party itself is one with that environment!"

"What? it shouldn't be something based on the ruins of the ancient temple just now, right?" Thinking of this, Ye Fan, who was full of curiosity, immediately returned to the original place.

Sure enough, as soon as it approached, it was still in that place, and a burly figure appeared silently, constantly changing directions, like a ghost king.

Moreover, Ye Fan tried to walk to the other end of the ruins, and there was an even more terrifying scene, an ancient demon swallowed the heavens and the earth, looming, exuding an amazing evil aura, which was completely different from the demon shadow of Fang Cai.

Immediately, a piece of information came to mind, and Ye Fan also knew what it was.

This is the demon god of the temple!

All this must have originated from the foundation, so many years have passed, the crocodile ancestor got out of trouble, collapsed the underground cornerstone, and let the hind hand laid by Shakyamuni manifest the world. There is a kind of underground sealing method in the world, which is very strange and cruel, and the foundation is cast with the powerful demon holy blood, and the deceased can manifest all kinds of Dharma appearances in life.

Under the Great Lei Yin Temple is the demon land, there are eighteen layers of hell, and it must have taken great pains to build it, and sufficient preparations were made, otherwise most of the entire ancient temple would be overturned by the demons below.

"This is the paradise of Buddhism, but the underground is this kind of scene, in order to suppress the demon, Shakyamuni also made a ruthless move. Ye Fan sighed.

"A true cultivator, who is not as ruthless as steel, will naturally be more ruthless than the other when he should be ruthless. You don't take the Buddhist scriptures that you come into contact with on Earth to rule to cater to the rulers as true Buddhist principles, do you?" said Wang Xiaoran.

Ye Fan thought about it, too, the original scriptures handed down by Sakyamuni don't know how much they have been tampered with by the so-called great monks and masters on the earth, and they are no longer credible.

Eventually, the two of them set out to clean up the foundations underneath the temple. This foundation is extraordinary at a glance, and each stone is engraved with mysterious runes, which are black and red, soaked in demon blood, and make people frightened. In the center of the underground cornerstone, there is a huge black hole, and after clearing the rubble, wisps of demonic energy emerge from below, which is very terrifying.

Undeterred, the two went straight into the black hole and explored downward. The piercing killing machine of the ice forest surged, like a blunt knife cutting flesh, and the ground was very large, hundreds of zhang deep, and so was the length and width.

"This is the famous eighteen layers of hell, and it is also the origin of the legend of hell on earth! Unfortunately, it is very different from its real function, this is only a prison used to imprison demons, not an important part of reincarnation. Wang Xiaoran sighed.

Ye Fan also knew that except for the Earth Beidou and Ziwei, there was no eighteen-layer hell legend, and it seemed that this should be the original form.

Although it was pitch black, under the eyes of the two of them, everything was hidden, and this was the first layer of hell!

The walls are carved with golden-bodied Arhats, as well as the Bodhisattvas of the Heavens and the Ancient Buddhas, etc., making a demon-subduing shape, glaring angrily, and the gods are majestic, this is refining demons! Ye Fan was surprised, the killing power emitted by these wall carvings has accumulated over time, hundreds of thousands of years have been accumulated, and a great demon king can be refined, and there are mysterious and unpredictable magical powers.

"What a magic refining array, Sakyamuni is really extraordinary!" Wang Xiaoran nodded.

Ye Fan was also speechless, this is where the crocodile ancestor was suppressed, it can be said that he can be suppressed alive for two thousand years without dying, which can be said to be a big miracle.

The two of them walked leisurely and finished visiting the first floor. In one corner, there is a large black hole that leads deeper underground, which is the entrance to the second level of hell.

The two of them leaped forward to see how many floors Hell had broken. The ground was pitch black, even more drowsy, and at the same time, the yin qi hit the body, and the skin hurt as much as a needle prick. Suddenly, Ye Fan's expression froze, and his whole body froze, because there was a ghost lamp in this layer of hell, emitting a green light, and a cold breath hit his face.

Moreover, there was a sarcophagus in front of the ghost, and a dry little old man was squatting on it, smiling strangely at him.

"Boom!"

Wang Xiaoran and Ye Fan shot at the same time, Wang Xiaoran was faster, pointing at the other party, and the terrifying power converged at the fingertips.

"Phew!"

In the face of the attack of the two, the dry little old man turned into a green light, and submerged into the bronze lamp with a ghostly face, and the wick fire immediately became a lot stronger.

The two of them stopped, knowing that it was not a living soul just now, but a god born with a magic weapon.

"This is the town coffin lamp!" Ye Fan gasped, he remembered Duan De's words and knew what it was. This human body ghost face lamp must be a priceless treasure for Duan De, a tomb robber, and it is a sacred object for suppressing tombs, which can be used to suppress coffins and suppress ghosts!

No one knows how to refine such a ghost lamp, not to mention the lamp body, that is, the oil it burns is difficult to find, it is said that the oil in the body of the saint is refined, and the more saints, the better, the lamp has been bright and never extinguished since ancient times.

Looking at the ghost lamp and the faint ghost fire, Ye Fan was terrified, it was the oil refined in the saint's body burning, I don't know how many saints' holy bodies were used for this.

This kind of thing is not a magic weapon, it cannot be sacrificed to attack the enemy on weekdays, it can only be used to suppress the tomb, and it is of great use in the Yin Tomb. Ye Fan stared at the ghost face lamp of the human body, the wick was the tongue it spit out, indescribably demonic and terrifying, this thing was very ancient, and the years had left indelible traces of obsolescence on it.

Just by feeling it, it can be judged that this lamp has existed for at least tens of thousands of years, and it must not have been refined by Shakyamuni, but he should have found it from other places to suppress the ghosts in this coffin.

Wang Xiaoran was not interested in this lamp, so Ye Fan put it away, ready to go back and exchange some good things with Duan De. The sarcophagus was empty, there was nothing left, and it was estimated that the suppressed things inside had been freed, and only bursts of aura were permeated.

Hell came to an end, not eighteen, but only two, which made Ye Fan puzzled, which was completely different from his conjecture.

Wang Xiaoran and Ye Fan searched carefully and finally found the answer.

A stone tablet is buried next to the foundation stone of the ground, and the inscription on it is neither Sanskrit nor Zhong Dingwen, but the ancient universal divine script! This means that there are only two layers of Yin and Yang Hell, which contain each other and seal each other with the power of Yin and Yang. This is the gist of the first line, and it is stated below.

Ye Fan knew in an instant, the eighteen layers of hell were separated, two by two, divided into nine ancient stars, and a total of eighteen terrifying ancient beings were suppressed, each one was stronger than the other!

"Fortunately, otherwise the seal of this place would have been broken, and if the eighteen ancient gods rushed out together, the return of Shakyamuni would not necessarily be useful. After all, those existences were suppressed by Shakyamuni one by one, at least at the Great Sage level. Although Shakyamuni is a quasi-emperor, he can't fight eighteen of them. Ye Fan said with a sigh of relief.

"Not necessarily, hell was not built by Shakyamuni alone, things are not that simple, let's continue to walk, I have already captured the traces of the crocodile ancestor. A golden light manifested and extended downward, obviously the magical power that Wang Xiaoran used to track the traces of the crocodile ancestor.

The two came to a turbulent black ocean, and in the black ocean, there were several ghost ships sailing, flashing with green ghost fires, which was indescribably weird. (To be continued.) )