Standing stupidly in place, Zhang Baidao's mind replayed the previous battle over and over again, and the crazy impact seemed to remain in his blood now, constantly stimulating him.

"Come back to your senses!" The old ghost's voice, like thunder, sounded in Zhang Baijian's head.

Zhang Baijian was stunned for a moment, and said a little unkindly: "What do you want me to do?"

The old ghost's tone was even more unkind, and he said angrily: "You still have the face to blame me, let's take a look at my own soul first!"

Zhang Baijian looked at his soul as he said, and suddenly an indescribable feeling of weakness came up, and the soul in the sea was listless, and his expression was gloomy and floating with a great injury to his vitality.

"What's going on?" Zhang Baijian asked in surprise.

"What's going on? Whether it's the Liangyi Dust Array, or the two formations cast by the Nameless Immortal King, they all belong to the Supreme Divine Array, and you haven't even entered the Emperor God Rank, so you want to deduce them, you're asking for your own death! If I hadn't reminded you sooner, I'm afraid that you would have to run out of your soul and break your soul and die!"

"Really! I kindly remind you, old ghost, that you are still complaining. It's so kind to be treated as a donkey's liver and lungs!"

Zhang Baiyantian smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry!

Zhang Baijian took the initiative to apologize, but the old ghost was not very good and continued to hold on, so he could only say: "Forget it! You don't have to apologize! To be honest, if the old ghost and I hadn't become what I am now, I wouldn't even have the ability to deduce, I'm afraid it might not be better than you. More restraint!"

Come back to your senses. Zhang Baijian looked around.

The whole hall. At this moment, it was already a mess, with nearly a hundred corpses lying limp on the ground, unattended. And among those corpses, there are also a few people who are like hanging threads.

Judging from their breath, these people are at least high-level witch gods, and a few of them are even half-emperor god powerhouses.

Zhang Baijian ignored them, shook his head, and flew straight towards the sixth layer of prison.

After Zhang Baijian flew into the sixth layer of prison, he lost his direction.

Because of this so-called sixth layer of prison. It's a dark claustrophobic space that can swallow up all light.

Here, even Zhang Baidao's Heavenly Curse King couldn't see anything clearly. All directions can only be found by intuition.

This strange environment, if you are imprisoned here, is indeed a good place to sharpen your will. Of course, it is also a 'good place' for those who are nervously fragile.

In fact, except for a very few guys who are tough enough to be perverted, most of them are here. I've been locked up for a long time. It's all just a way to madness.

I don't know how long I wandered around, with the tenacity of Zhang Baidao's will. I couldn't help but feel bored in my heart.

What made Zhang Baijian feel even more depressed was that when he entered this layer of prison, the exit had already disappeared. And in this dark space, his eyes and his mind could not find any direction and see anything clearly.

In the darkness, it was as if there were countless beasts crawling, peeking at him, waiting for the moment when he released his nerves, and then swarmed up and tore him to pieces.

"Anyone?"

"Hey, is there anyone?"

The irritability in his heart seemed to be completely triggered because of the endless darkness, and Zhang Baijian began to shout loudly.

In the empty space, Zhang Baijian's voice continued to echo.

From the perspective of echo, this dark space should not be too big. But Zhang Baijian found that even if he walked a straight road, he couldn't reach the end.

"There should be some kind of power that is guiding my senses. Let yourself involuntarily make a turn when you are about to touch the boundary!"

Speculating in his heart, Zhang Baijian waved his hand to summon the divine sword, and swung it out fiercely.

"Boom!"

The rolling sword light turned into a torrent and rushed out, instantly igniting the entire space.

But before he could see everything in the space clearly with the help of the instantaneous light, the brilliance of this sword was quickly swallowed up. Once again, the space returned to its original darkness and indifference.

It seems that not only the sword light has been devoured, but even the huge power mixed in the sword light has been invisibly obliterated.

At this time, Zhang Baijian sensed that there seemed to be no trace of aura in the entire space.

In other words, the only power that can be used is the power stored in one's own body.

Although Zhang Baidao's divine power is amazing, it is backed by a magical Three Realms Small World. In the absence of aura replenishment, I also had to be a lot more cautious.

"Is anyone there?"

"Is there anyone at all?"

"Strange! Isn't there even a single prisoner in this level of prison?"

There is not much space, Zhang Baijian shouted so much, if there is really someone, it should be a response.

"Is there anybody?

Zhang Baijian just raised his throat and shouted.

Although his tone was full of anxiety, if anyone saw Zhang Baidao's face, they would never think so. At this moment, where is there a trace of impetuous aura on Zhang Baidao's face?

With Zhang Baidao's heart, he will never fall into mania when he is trapped in this dark space for less than a day.

But at this moment, the shouts in Zhang Baijian's mouth seemed more and more manic, and it seemed that he could fall into madness at any time.

If there are people in this space, and they don't talk to each other for so long, then nine times out of ten they are enemies. And the time of the enemy's attack should be when he is in a frenzy.

Sure enough, a faint wisp of killing intent had already wrapped around Zhang Baijian's shoulders.

A sneer shrouded Zhang Baidao's face.

Cultivating the Chaos Divine Sword, the degree of keen control of the killing machine has long exceeded the limit of ordinary senses, reaching the level of sympathy between heaven and man in the underworld.

At the moment when his shoulder was locked by the killing machine, the sword in Zhang Baidao's hand slashed.

"Poof!"

It is the sword that cuts through the flesh.

Immediately after, in the dark space, there was a muffled snort.

Warm blood spilled on Zhang Baijian's instep, and the smell of blood in the air made Zhang Baijian very sure that his sword had already injured the enemy.

The enemy seems to have once again descended into the darkness, lurking.

To be sure, the sword, while wounding the enemy in the shadows, did not actually take his life.

Silent, Zhang Baijian held the long sword and stood quietly.

The previous method has been used once, and it has succeeded in fooling the enemy. Then there is basically no possibility of re-use, and the tone is shouting indiscriminately, messing up, and it is better to be silent.

Thinking that the wounded enemy should be more manic and impatient than him!

Sure enough, just after Zhang Baijian stood for about half a day, in the darkness and nothingness, there was a voice that seemed to be nothing, ethereal: "Boy, you have fallen into a place of death, no matter how good you are, you can't get out of this dark space of no return!"

Listening to the voice, Zhang Baijian could tell that the person who spoke was the old gambler who fled before.

The old smoker, the old pervert, the old gambler, the three old guys, one was killed by Zhang Baijian himself, one was killed by Lin Meng, and the other was ambushed here, trying to seize the opportunity to counterattack.

"It's you, old fellow, what's wrong? Can't wait to go down with your two brothers?"

Zhang Baijian did not hide the direction of his voice.

In fact, Zhang Baijian was not sure if the old gambler could find a way to discern the direction and see things clearly in this dark space. Anyway, the enemy is dark and I am clear, so it is better to be generous, so as not to respond to all changes.

"Huh, boy! I'll admit you have some tricks. But here, if it's a dragon, you have to coil it for me, and if it's a tiger, you have to lie down for me. Looks like I need to make sure you know what's going on..."

Saying this, the old gambler did not attack immediately, he seemed to be waiting.

Finally, a sound of breaking wind came sharply.

Zhang Baijian subconsciously raised his sword in the direction where the sound of breaking wind came.

But at that moment, Zhang Baijian suddenly paused, withdrew his long sword, and stabbed diagonally in the other direction.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Zhang Baidao's shoulder bloomed with a blood flower. And his long sword pierced into a person's body without hindrance.

The muscles of his whole body tensed, and he clamped the water-splitting spur that pierced his shoulder, preventing it from bursting into a more powerful attack. Similarly, Zhang Baijian's long sword also seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, difficult to pull out, but it was not easy to burst out of any power.

Almost at the same time, both of them gave up their weapons in their hands, and then slapped each other in the chest with a fierce palm.

(To be continued.) )