In the entire eighteen layers of hell, only purgatory is the real core, and the rest of the places are the outer periphery of the eighteen layers of hell.

Wang Bawen said a word, everyone was shocked, even the middle-aged ghost cultivator was surprised to take a step back. Who in the entire eighteen-layer hell doesn't know where purgatory is, it is the place where the supreme murderous creatures are suppressed, and each of them is a terrifying existence.

The overlord of the eighteenth layer of hell, Yan, came out of purgatory and led a ghost cultivator.

It can be said that anyone who comes out of purgatory is a terrifying person.

"You, did you really come out of purgatory?" the middle-aged ghost cultivator's eyes flickered, obviously a little disbelieving.

And Wang Bawen was also weak for a while, in fact, he didn't know if Zhuge Buliang really came out of purgatory, but he heard some clues from his words, but at the moment he couldn't care so much. Let's not talk about whether Zhuge Buliang is looking for the real from purgatory, if it is true, I am afraid that the ghost cultivators of the entire town will be killed in an instant.

The ghost cultivators were surprised, and looked at Zhuge Buliang in surprise, since they came out of purgatory, could it be an existence of the same level as Yan?

This is the idea of all ghost cultivators at this moment. But they didn't know that Zhuge Buliang was not a murderous creature suppressed in purgatory, but happened to appear in purgatory by chance.

"Hmph, Wang Bawen, do you think this kind of statement is credible? How could so many masters come out of purgatory at once?" Feng Hui sneered coldly: "And coming out of purgatory, it is bound to cause the entire eighteenth layer of hell to shake, but we haven't received any news, do you think anyone will believe this kind of lie?"

"I" Wang Bawen was speechless for a moment.

"Hmph, there's nothing to say, you're clearly shielding these people!" Feng Hui sneered.

Suddenly, everyone was relieved and poured out a breath, obviously believing Feng Hui's words, only the middle-aged ghost cultivator still lowered his head, as if he was pondering something.

Zhuge Buliang's eyes were cold, and he looked at the ghost cultivator named Fenghui, who was targeting himself everywhere, which made Zhuge Buliang feel a burst of disgust.

was stared at by Zhuge Buliang's cold gaze, and when the wind returned, he felt a shock to his soul, and he was busy silent.

The middle-aged ghost cultivator took a step forward and said, "Let me ask you again, are you really coming out of purgatory?"

"Yes!" Zhuge nodded.

He was telling the truth, he and the others had indeed come out of purgatory. As for whether it was a murderous creature guarding in purgatory, he didn't ask, and he didn't need to explain everything truthfully. It's good to keep a little suspense.

The middle-aged ghost cultivator frowned and said, "Isn't it, you'll know if you try it!"

After that, the middle-aged ghost cultivator suddenly burst out with a powerful momentum, impacting the people around him backwards.

Zhuge Buliang stood there like a rock, and he ordered Fei'er, the monkey, and the little ginseng fruit to step aside. Facing the powerful momentum of the middle-aged ghost cultivator, Zhuge Buliang took a step forward, and his clothes were hunting.

"Boom!"

The boundless black qi suddenly rushed out from the middle-aged ghost cultivator's Ti, forming a huge black vortex, devouring towards Zhuge Buliang.

This is a skill unique to ghost cultivators, called Devouring, which can swallow the souls of other ghost cultivators alive and improve their own strength.

At the same time, the seven divine acupoints in Zhuge Buliang's Ti moved, and the purple True Yuan exploded, which also formed a purple vortex above Zhuge Buliang's head, heading up into the air.

"Poof!"

The purple vortex swirled, instantly swallowing the black vortex that the middle-aged ghost cultivator had shot out and disappearing cleanly.

"What!"

The ghost cultivators immediately changed color, and the middle-aged ghost cultivators also showed an incredible look.

Even Zhuge Buliang was a little surprised, he knew that the Seven Star Treasure Body had the function of devouring, and it could devour the essence of the magic weapon, but he didn't expect that even the yin power of the ghost cultivator could be devoured, but he didn't know if he could devour the soul.

Thinking of this, Zhuge Buliang smiled fiercely, and the purple vortex pressed down in the air, pressing towards the middle-aged ghost Xiu.

The color of the middle-aged ghost cultivator's face changed, his palms were in the sky, and the black qi condensed into a giant sword and slashed into the air.

But under the devouring of the purple vortex, the giant sword immediately turned invisible and merged into the purple vortex. The purple vortex pressed down and covered the middle-aged ghost cultivator inside.

Suddenly, the middle-aged ghost cultivator felt his yin power pass quickly, and at the same time, his soul body seemed to be torn apart by the suction power in the purple vortex.

"No!!" The middle-aged ghost Xiu let out a roar: "No!

Wang Bawen had a complicated face, looked at Zhuge Buliang, and said in a low voice: "Please spare his life, don't kill him." ”

Zhuge Buliang's eyes were dead and silent, but his mind was in a hurry, he didn't know much about the eighteenth layer of hell now, and it was not easy to cause trouble. At that moment, the purple vortex disappeared, releasing the middle-aged ghost cultivator.

The middle-aged ghost cultivator squatted on the ground and gasped heavily, just a few seconds ago, he felt that his soul body was about to shatter, and most of the yin power in Ti had disappeared, along with his cultivation.

In this matter, all the ghost cultivators did not dare to speak, Zhuge Buliang's domineering methods suppressed everyone, and now no one would not believe that they came out of purgatory.

The ghost cultivator named Fenghui lowered his head with a gloomy face, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

"Thank you, thank you, for sparing your life. The middle-aged ghost cultivator also felt horror at this moment, just now, he was swallowed by the purple vortex, and he actually cut off half of his cultivation. He knew that the other party was merciful, otherwise he would immediately be scattered in the purple vortex.

"Are you the steward here?" Zhuge Buliang raised his eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged ghost cultivator.

Since the other party sees himself as a master, he will ask for a B once.

"Yes, yes, my name is Zhou Bin, and I am the steward here. The middle-aged ghost cultivator named Zhou Bin said.

"Arrange a place for me to live, and don't tell any ghost cultivators about my appearance, you are the same!" Zhuge Buliang looked around at everyone and shouted softly: "If anyone leaks the news, I will kill him!"

"Yes, yes, definitely, definitely. Zhou Bin nodded again and again, and the other ghost cultivators drooped their heads and didn't dare to make a sound.

Fei'er stood aside and grinned: "It's still my master who is amazing, and it's clean and slippery in three or two." ”

The little ginseng fruit muttered in a low voice: "This kid pretends to be cool, and he is quite posturing and promising." ”

Under Zhou Bin's arrangement, Zhuge Buliang temporarily settled in the town. And Wang Bawen was even more cared for before and after the saddle, and after learning Zhuge Buliang's strength, he simply treated him as a grandfather. And his status in the town has also improved a lot, and many people nodded respectfully when they saw Wang Bawen.

It made this grandson fox fake tiger powerful.

"I said, Wang Ba, people have something to ask you. "Little ginseng fruit road.

"My name is Wang Ba Plague. Wang Bawen said speechlessly, with a black line on his forehead.

"Okay, okay, anyway, the name is a code name, it doesn't matter what it's called. The little ginseng fruit waved his hand: "Do you know where Yan's jurisdiction is?"

"Oh, that's far away, the eighteenth layer of hell is very big, we now belong to the jurisdiction of the Ghost King, and the jurisdiction of Queen Yan is in the extreme south. Wang Bawen thought for a while and said.

The little ginseng fruit sighed, lay on the bed with the small tree on its pillow, and fell into deep thought.

Zhuge Buliang sat on the side, looked at the little ginseng fruit, and said, "What are you looking for?

"Mind your JB!" the little ginseng fruit rolled her eyes.

Zhuge Buliang was speechless, and took a sip of tea depressedly.

At this moment, the gray-haired monkey jumped out of nowhere, holding two bright red fruits in his hand and one in his mouth. Throw one of the red fruits in his hand to Zhuge Buliang.

"What a pure essence, there are also spiritual fruits in the eighteenth layer of hell?" Zhuge Buliang said in surprise.

Suddenly, Wang Bawen looked surprised, and then Harazi was about to flow out, and said, "It's the Red Lian Fruit, where did you get it?"

"Do ghost cultivators also take spirit fruits?" asked Zhuge Buliang.

Wang Bawen's eyes stared at the vermilion fruit tightly, and said, "Yes, yes, refining the essence in the spirit fruit and transforming it into yin power can improve a lot of cultivation." ”

Zhuge nodded brightly, looked at the monkey, and said, "Where did this fruit come from?"

"Squeak!" the gray-haired monkey scratched his ears and cheeks, gesturing all the way.

Zhuge didn't have a headache to see, and he couldn't understand what it was talking about at all. However, monkeys seem to have a special sensitivity to these heaven and earth spiritual objects, and can always find some strange things. When I was in Qingzhou, it was this little monkey who took the lead in the appearance of the little ginseng fruit and spiritual vein.

"Cut, this kind of fruit is not enough to see, the top is considered a middle-to-high-grade spirit fruit. The little ginseng fruit yawned and rolled over.

"Yes, how can these Chilian Fruits be compared to you, a little guy who has become a refinement, if I eat you, maybe I will directly break through to the Transformation Stage. Zhuge Buliang said jokingly.

The little ginseng fruit shrunk its neck and stopped talking.

Zhuge Buliang said: "Call Fei'er, monkey, you take us to the place where you found Chilian Fruit." ”

Because Fei'er is a girl, she is arranged in another house. Zhuge Buliang called Fei'er and left the town, and after a while, they came to a barren mountain.

"Where this bird doesn't, there isn't even a plant, will it give birth to a spirit fruit?"

"Squeak!" the monkey seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with Zhuge Buliang's suspicion, and bared his teeth and claws at him.

The monkey led them around and around, and found a naturally formed cave, which was somewhat similar to the cave where the little ginseng fruit was staying, and the same fork in the road was grown.

The monkey walked ahead, without the slightest sign of vigilance, and swaggered into the burrow.

The underground cave led all the way to the underground, and after walking for more than half an hour, Zhuge Buliang suddenly felt a breath of heaven and earth essence, and secretly said in his heart, could it be that there is really a spiritual fruit here.

"Wow, that's a lot of little stars. Phil's eyes were obsessed.

At the top of the cave, red points of light shimmered, and the monkey pointed to the red stars on the top of the cave and shouted, apparently these are the so-called red practice fruits.