Although the eighteenth layer of hell is not as vast as the Nine Shades, the territory is also quite generous.

Zhuge Buliang did not take Fei'er and the monkey with him, but walked with the little ginseng fruit, followed behind the left envoy of the ghost king, and flew towards one of the major forces of the eighteen layers of hell, the palace of the ghost king.

Four days later, they came to a black mountain field. The rivers here are all black, and the sky is thick with lead clouds, which suppress the void and give people a very oppressive atmosphere.

The little ginseng fruit squatted on Zhuge Buliang's shoulder and said, "I always feel that we are going to the Hongmen banquet?"

Zhuge Buliang smiled and didn't speak, but he was also very worried in his heart.

"If things change, let's hide in the Chaos Demon City for ten and a half years before coming out. The little ginseng fruit thought about it and still suggested.

Zhuge Buliang smiled bitterly: "If the Ghost King is the kind of person whose strength is against the sky, I'm afraid we can't hide it from him if we hide in the Demon City." ”

The two of you talk to me in a low voice.

And the left envoy of the ghost king who flew at the front was deaf, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him, even if he heard the little ginseng fruit say something demeaning to the ghost king, he was silent.

After a while, a vast aura rushed in, mixed with a creepy yin aura.

A black palace towered over the cliff, and the palace was majestic, like a savage dragon lurking there. The breath is majestic and gives a sense of intimidation.

The Ghost King's left envoy did not decrease, but flew over the palace with Zhuge Buliang and the little ginseng fruit.

Zhuge Buliang glanced down, and saw that around the palace, there were countless ghost cultivators in black armor, solemn, straight and lined guarding around the palace.

"Isn't the Ghost King in this palace?" Zhuge Buliang said suspiciously.

The Ghost King Zuo Envoy flew out of the Ghost King with them for dozens of miles, and these dozens of miles were only a matter of a moment for cultivators of their realm.

At the end of the week, they fell on the top of a mountain.

As soon as he lowered his figure, Zhuge Buliang felt that the aura around him was wrong, and the left envoy of the ghost king didn't know when he suddenly disappeared, and there was no trace of it.

Around, several breaths rushed towards Zhuge Buliang. Zhuge Buliang looked around, and saw that on the four peaks around him, there was a ghost cultivator with a full head of flowers, and four powerful pressures were pressing towards Zhuge Buliang and the little ginseng fruit.

Zhuge Buliang frowned, his eyesight was outstanding, and he saw that on the highest mountain peak in the distance, there was a black-robed man standing with his hands in his hands, and the black mist on his body was steaming, and he couldn't see his appearance. But the whole person seems to be integrated with heaven and earth, and the momentum seems to be pressed by the power of the heavens.

"Is he the Ghost King?" Zhuge Buliang thought to himself.

Four powerful pressures were coming, Zhuge Buliang's body paused slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency the Ghost King, what do you mean by this?"

The sound fluctuates and is so loud that it can be heard even from hundreds of miles away.

But the ghost king on the mountain peak in the distance was speechless, and still stood with his hands in his hands.

"Boom!"

The momentum of the four skyrocketing explosions, Zhuge Buliang was shocked in his heart, the four ghost cultivators around him are all strong and rebellious strength, even if it is one of them, it is not something that he can easily contend with.

"It's over, it's really a Hongmen feast. The little ginseng fruit said in fear, and tightly grasped a wisp of black silk that Zhuge was not shining.

Zhuge Buliang held the ancient money sword in his hand, without any breath fluctuations, but Zhuge Buliang felt that the whole person was much more relaxed. The ancient money sword is a Taoist holy relic, which is originally a thing that specializes in overcoming yin evil, especially ghost things, and has a huge lethality.

The ghosts of the four peaks let out a long roar, and four big black hands pressed towards Zhuge Buliang.

The big black hand collapsed the space, almost shattering the top of the mountain under Zhuge Buliang's feet.

Zhuge is not bright, standing like a rock, towering and immovable. The ancient money sword was suspended above his head, and at this moment, the ancient money sword suddenly had a golden light, and one hundred and eight bronze coins were scattered in all directions, each bronze coin had the ability to penetrate the void, and the golden light was dazzling, like a starry man.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

After a few muffled sounds, one hundred and eight bronze coins soaked the void around the four peaks, imprisoning the ghost cultivators on the four peaks in the void.

One hundred and eight bronze coins condensed into an ancient money sword again, and returned to Zhuge Buliang's hands.

And at this moment, with four long howls, four figures flew up from the void piercing through it. Four powerful ghost cultivators actually broke through the imprisoned void and escaped.

Without too many words, four terrifying black vortices flew out and pressed towards Zhuge Buliang, and the heavy pressure almost made Zhuge Buliang spew out a mouthful of blood.

These four ghost cultivators are definitely not comparable to the kind of characters like the ghost king's left and right, they are definitely behemoths suppressed in the eighteenth layer of hell. Four black whirlpools swallowed down, and at this moment, the purple qi on Zhuge Buliang's body was churning, and the seven big stars above his head were rising and falling, and the purple nebula vortex was condensed and formed again.

The purple nebula vortex rose in the sky, enveloping the heavens and the earth, trying to devour the four major black gas vortexes that were coming.

But these four black qi vortices also had great suction power, and for a while, the purple nebula vortex that had never failed to devour them could not swallow them. The purple nebula vortex and the four major black gas vortex froze in mid-air.

Zhuge Buliang had cold sweat on his forehead, this was really the four masters, and they were the only masters in the eighteenth layer of hell.

"Hold on to me!" Zhuge Buliang reminded the little ginseng fruit on his shoulder, and his body retreated violently, appearing thousands of meters away in an instant, wanting to escape.

Facing the four masters, he felt a sense of powerlessness.

Zhuge Buliang didn't think about it, turned around and raised Zhenyuan for twelve points, and fled towards the sky.

But at this time, the ghost king standing on the mountain peak made a move, and a big black hand reached out, directly extending the sky, reaching out dozens of miles away, smashing all the void around Zhuge Buliang and imprisoning it in it.

"It's over, I can't escape!" the little ginseng fruit was stunned.

The purple spell mark between Zhuge Buliang's eyebrows flashed, and he was about to hide in the Chaos Demon City. But the big black hand swirled around and took him and the little ginseng back, and came to the top of the mountain again.

Zhuge Buliang had seven stars above his head, and hung down a Beidou light curtain.

"Are you really from purgatory?" At this moment, the ghost king on the mountain peak spoke, and his voice was almost ethereal, as if it came from outside the sky.

"Sort of. Zhuge Buliang said.

"You're lying!!" the Ghost King suddenly shouted: "I went to Purgatory to investigate, and there were no big people in Purgatory who were sealed, and said! How did you enter the eighteenth layer of hell!!"

Zhuge Buliang showed bitterness on his face and said: "I did come out of purgatory, but I am not the existence of the seal in purgatory, I am from Kyushu." ”

"Kyushu!" The words of the ghost king on the mountain peak were full of surprise, and he said, "You are from the Kyushu Immortal Cultivation Realm?"

"Not bad!" Zhuge nodded with a bright smile.

The atmosphere became silent, and the ghost king said nothing, and stood on the mountain peak with his hands in his hands. After a moment, the Ghost King shouted, "No matter where you come from, your appearance has upset the balance of the eighteen layers of hell, and you must disappear!"

With that, a majestic momentum once again enveloped him.

"Damn, I'm going to die to be honest, whoa, it's so unreasonable. The little ginseng fruit muttered dissatisfied.

At the same time, the four ghost cultivators around him were once again difficult, and the four of them made a big handprint, pressing towards Zhuge Buliang.

"Fight, find a chance to escape, and then hide in the Demon City of the Mixed World. Zhuge Buliang said secretly in his heart, the purple light on his fist was dazzling, like a purple sun, dazzling.

And in this purple light, there is still a trace of black gas.

Zhuge Buliang exerted all his strength to stir up the ancient martial arts, and his fists were used for a few days, and he bombarded with the big handprint that came from the air.

"Boom!" The top of the mountain at his feet collapsed in half, Zhuge Buliang's face turned white, and half of his body sank into the soil. And the four ghost cultivators also stumbled in their bodies, and then slapped a palm at Zhuge Buliang again.

The big palm that was as black as ink pressed down, and the mountain top under Zhuge Buliang's feet completely collapsed.

With a long roar, Zhuge Buliang rose to the sky, and the churning purple qi surging torrent. Zhuge Buliang urged the ancient martial arts, and behind him, a black crow totem appeared and hit the four major ghost cultivators.

"Ancient Martial Mysteries!" the ghost king on the mountain peak let out an exclamation, full of surprise.

Zhuge Buliang knocked out the black crow totem and froze it in the void. The attack of the four ghost cultivators hit the black crow totem, and was defused by the black crow totem. At the same time, the crow totem also shattered.

Zhuge Buliang swung his big fist into the sky, and as for shattering the void, the sky trembled.

"Bang!"

But in the face of the attack of the four major ghost cultivators, Zhuge Buliang was blasted into the stratum at this time, his face was as pale as paper, and the qi and blood in Ti were churning.

"Oops, can't get out at all. Zhuge said darkly.

"Wow, boy, you can't die, if you die, there is no hope. The little ginseng fruit lay on Zhuge Buliang's shoulder and shouted.

At this time, the attack of the four major ghost cultivators was suppressed again.

The purple light on Zhuge Buliang's body was surging, and the ancient martial arts were beaten, piercing the void and paralyzing all the void. Destroy the attacks of the four major ghost cultivators.

"Ancient Martial Arts!" The ghost king on the mountain peak suddenly made a move at this time, and the black ghost hand slapped towards Zhuge Buliang.

"Poof!"

This blow was enough to shatter the heavens and the earth, Zhuge Buliang spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew out upside down.

The ghost king struck a ghost hand again, enveloping Zhuge Buliang.

Zhuge Buliang's internal organs were all hit hard, and his skin cracked, and his skin, which was originally operated like a treasure jade, was indeed like cracked porcelain at this moment.

And at this moment, the boundless black qi suddenly churned out from the Ti that was not bright, and the momentum was so strong that even the little ginseng fruit was shocked out by this momentum.

"Wow, Zhuge boy, what are you doing!" the little ginseng monster shouted.