At the entrance of the small netherworld, the gate made of thousands of grimaces slowly closed.

The Ten Thousand Evil Bone King waved his hand at those disciples and vassals of Xiao Shili, and roared impatiently: "Get out, what should you do, why do you go! This king is personally guarding here, and if someone comes out, he will naturally tell you to wait! Get out of here, don't be an eyesore here!"

For a while, the wind was rolling and the ghost fog was all over the sky, and the tens of thousands of evil cultivators present rolled away, and no one dared to stay.

A sneer came from the yin wind, and Yin Huang Wu, who was wearing a scarlet cloak and was shrouded in a layer of blood mist, walked out of a thick cloud surrounded by several of the most powerful and oldest blood demon princes.

The phoenix's eyes narrowed slightly, and a fierce blood light appeared in her long narrow eyes, Yin Huangwu shouted coldly: "Those who dared to think about my aunt's good son just now, don't kill it first, it's really a waste of resources! ”

The Ten Thousand Evil Bone King snapped his lips and nodded indispensably: "Just as the Yin Blood Emperor wishes, throw them into the Demon Prison." ”

After a few strange laughs, the Ten Thousand Evil Bone King shook his head: "Emperor Yin Blood, this highness of yours has a really bad temper. This king can gather countless ghosts and ghosts here, he actually sacrificed the Arhat relics here, if it weren't for the king's quick reaction, this mountain ghost mansion would be destroyed. ”

Yin Huangwu snorted coldly and waved his hand gently: "If it wasn't for them to provoke Blood Song, how could they provoke these things? Don't talk nonsense, the Little Netherworld Realm has been opened, those people should be coming too, right? The Ten Thousand Evil Bone King forcibly opened the Little Netherworld. The vitality is greatly damaged, and the strength is only less than three-thirds of the peak period. This news should also be released?"

Two ghostly fires flickered in his eyes. The Ten Thousand Evil Bone King laughed strangely. He clenched his hands into fists, a trace of ghostly fire flickered between his fingers, and a monstrous ghostly aura rose into the sky. At this moment, the Ten Thousand Evil Bone King is full of ghost energy, and where does he look like he is greatly injured?

"Thank you, Your Highness Blood Song, for creating such a good excuse for us!Hehe, in order to prevent His Highness Blood Song from causing more damage to the Ghost Mansion of Pishan Mountain, this king was forced to have no choice but to forcibly open the Little Netherworld Realm in advance, thus greatly damaging his vitality!" The voice of the Ten Thousand Evil Bone King was full of resentment and ferocity: "These ghost things that eat inside and outside. They actually colluded with those righteous people to betray this king!"

Stamping his feet fiercely, the Ten Thousand Evil Bone King sneered: "They don't want to think about it, even if they sell this king and sell the evil bone Dao, they are still ghost cultivators! They are ghost cultivators, and it is impossible for those righteous Dao people to accept them! A group of fools, stupid and unattainable." Hmph, wait until this time this king will kill those people who are attacking the righteous path sect and roll a head. We'll see what they do when the time comes!"

Yin Huangwu snorted coldly, she raised her head, and a fierce blood light flashed in her eyes.

"Less nonsense, let's get the manpower in place first. This time, I brought thirty-two wolf king-level powerhouses from the four major werewolf royal clans. Thirteen, there are sixty-four prince-level powerhouses of the ancient clan. This is the ninety-six powerhouses of the Jindan Realm, no matter how many of those Eastern Righteous Path cultivators come, let them go and never return!" Yin Huangwu sneered mockingly: "They are sniping around and killing the subordinates we sent out to collect materials. They still want to smash Huanglong and destroy the ghost mansion of Pishan? This is their death. ”

'Snort' sneered laughter came. Princess Jiuyin twisted her small waist and appeared from the yin wind with a smile.

"Isn't it? We sent out more than two hundred teams to collect the materials needed to forge the Floating Star Boat. More than half of them were attacked. Before the day of the 'Glowing Confusion Rush' comes, and until the distance between the Glowing Star and the planet where we reside reaches its closest, these righteous path disciples will never let us collect all the materials needed for the Floating Star Boat. ”

Laughing triumphantly, Princess Jiuyin squinted her eyes and said coldly: "It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity, they don't know at all, we already have a ready-made floating star boat, we don't need to collect those materials at all! All we did was to paralyze these righteous sect people, and just take the opportunity to kill their masters." ”

A black sarcophagus fell lightly to the ground, and the hoarse and ugly voice of the mother-in-law quietly sounded.

"Well, after all this arrangement, it's time to see blood. Kill one more righteous monk here, and the less resistance we will have in the Glowing Confusion Dojo. The wonderful thing is that on the way back from the Bone King and His Royal Highness the Blood Song, they destroyed most of the old thief of the wooden fish and half of the Daoji, how could these righteous Daomen people be willing to suffer such a loss? They will definitely retaliate vigorously, and we just killed them in a river of blood. ”

The yin wind is rolling, the ghost fog is entangled, the blood flame is rising, the poisonous gas is permeated, and there are thousands of gray-white zombie figures looming in the yin wind, ghost fog, blood flame, and poisonous gas.

Even Yin Xuege didn't expect that his mother, with a large number of masters in the Western cultivation world, followed him all the way and came directly to the East.

In the small netherworld, Yin Blood Song carefully flapped the natal bat wings and flew forward. He did not dare to fly too fast, nor did he dare to cross the mountains and flowing waters, but flew along the junction between mountains and rivers, along the naturally formed river valleys.

This is the Little Netherworld, the dojo of the Ancient Ghost Dao Golden Immortal, where anything can happen, and Yin Xuege is not willing to have any accidents by himself. Ebony and the three corpses were not around, their age was more than thirty-six years old, it was impossible for them to step into the small netherworld for half a step, and Yin Xuege could only rely on his own Liliang to seek opportunities in this small netherworld.

After flying forward all the way for half a day, he circled around the foot of a towering mountain, and a misty green light shone in front of him, and Yin Xuege saw that in a depression at the foot of the big mountain in front of him, on a crypt where yin qi was condensed, an eighteen-story black stone tower was standing there, and green ghost fire and phosphorescence were constantly spraying out all over the body.

The shape of this black stone pagoda is simple and heavy, and it is the shape of a simple square tower. But the surface of the pagoda is carved with countless twisted and strange patterns, decorated with a large number of dark clouds, flames, lava rivers, and a sea of blood in the sword mountain. In these decorative patterns, countless gods and demons are fighting against countless powerful ghosts. Gods and demons and demons fell like rain from above the clouds and flames. Constantly falling into lava rivers and bloody seas of knife mountains.

This seems to be the scene of a great war in ancient times, but there are not many battles between gods and demons in ancient times. No one knows exactly when the battle took place on this tower, or who the two sides were.

Anyway, whether it is the gods and demons in these patterns, or the ghosts, their varieties are extremely rare. For example, those powerful ghosts that are shaped like yakshas, but have wings on their backs and a pair of small bony wings at their ankles, which look exceptionally light and vigorous, Yin Xuege has never heard of this strange population of ghosts, and there is no relevant information in the "Netherworld Spirits".

Yin Xuege cautiously flew towards the tower. According to the records of the Evil Bone Dao, every building in the territory of the Little Netherworld has great value. And these buildings don't appear in front of people every time they are opened, for example, a tall tower, it is likely that tens of thousands of times will be opened without a trace, but when the small netherworld is opened, someone who is destined to enter here, this tower suddenly appears.

Each time the Little Netherworld is opened, the buildings and ruins that appear are very different from the last time.

Every time you step into the Little Netherworld. The disciples of the Evil Bone Dao may be able to make unprecedented discoveries.

Because of this, every time a person enters the Little Netherworld, the risks and prohibitions they encounter are very different from their predecessors, whether they are alive or dead, whether they encounter a big opportunity or a big risk. It all depends on the fortunes of each person.

As Yin Xuege flew towards the tower, there was a sudden sound of flying swords stabbing around. Yin Xuege looked fixedly, just in time to see two young men in their early twenties flying rapidly one after the other. At the same time, they stabbed each other with flying swords and galloped towards the entrance of the tower.

"Liu is fine. This pagoda was discovered by the master first, you don't want to take advantage of anything!"

"Celestial ulcers. You don't talk nonsense, the treasures are virtuous, who can get the treasure, it depends on your own luck! Your Ku family has had a weak luck in the past three hundred years, and even a Jindan ancestor has not appeared, and you have fallen to a third-rate ranking in the vassal sect of the Evil Bone Dao, and you still have the courage to compete with Gongzi and me? Aren't you afraid of the revenge of my Liu family?"

Yin Blood Song's natal bat wings flickered, and an evil wind swept up his body, and he suddenly arrived in front of the main gate of the pagoda. He stood on the nine steps in front of the pagoda and smiled and saluted the two young monks who were more than 100 feet away from the pagoda.

"Two senior brothers, the younger brother Yin Xuege is polite this time! This pagoda was discovered by me first, so you don't want to take any advantage! And the so-called treasures are virtuous, there is no doubt that my Yin Xuege is the virtuous person, you still turn around on the spot, go where you should go!"

The Blood Spirit Sword turned into a blood-drenched disc around his body, and Yin Xuege said coldly: "Could it be that the two of you still want to compete with me?"

Liu Wuxuan and Wei Tianyu pressed the sword light at the same time, and watched Yin Xuege in amazement. At the same time, they remembered that they were killed by the Ten Thousand Evil Bone King at the gate of the Little Netherworld, and they also affected the unlucky eggs of the family, they glanced at each other, and without saying a word, they saluted Yin Xuege with a fist, and then turned around and left.

Harnessing the sword light, he flew forward more than 100 zhang at the fastest speed, and then the two of them parted ways at the fastest speed, and flew out in one direction respectively.

Yin Xuege looked at the two people who were far away, and made sure that they had gone far, so he turned around and carefully looked at the black eighteen-story black stone tower.

The door of the pagoda is made of black stone of the same material as the tower body, and the black paint exudes a faint chill. On the left and right of the tower gate, there are two statues of ghost kings with hideous faces, these two ghost kings are like living creatures, their eyes are sparkling and spewing out green ghost fire, shining so that Yin Xuege's whole body is green.

On the top of the tower gate, a black stone plaque is clearly engraved with a huge ghostly inscription - Hell!

In order to enter the Little Netherworld, on the way to the Eastern Cultivation Realm, Yin Xuege studied the most commonly used Netherworld script for ghost monks. The ghostly ghost scripts used by these nether powers are only more than 8,000 words, and Yin Xuege has memorized all the words in his heart along the way.

The word 'hell' in this Nether Ghost text is very different from the words used by mortals. The ghost word 'prison' also represents the connotation of suppression, deterrence, extraction of liliang, and weakening of life. To be precise, this character represents more of a sealed liliang.

Looking at this pagoda with a yin body, feeling the terrifying aura emanating from the pagoda, Yin Xuege groaned for a while. Then he kicked on the tower gate. The huge natal bat wings behind him opened, and Yin Xuege was ready to flee immediately when he saw that the opportunity was wrong.

The tower door slowly opened. The space inside the first-floor tower was revealed.

A black tomb stands in the middle of the first floor of the pagoda, and in front of the tomb stands a tombstone three feet high. A short inscription was carved on it in blood-colored handwriting. Standing outside the tower gate, Yin Xuege could still clearly see the ghostly inscription on the tombstone.

This is a short explanation of the Blackstone Tower, as well as a simple mantra for the sacrifice.

This black tower is a ghost weapon, a powerful ghost weapon, called the 'Eighteen Forbidden Towers of the Netherworld', or simply called the 'Ghost Prison'. There is a tomb on each floor of this tower, in which sleeps a tower spirit ghost king. The strength of each of these tower spirit ghost kings has reached the Golden Immortal Realm, and they are the town officials of this ghost prison. Responsible for suppressing the prisoners in this ghost prison.

Yin Xuege's heart was beating wildly, the ancestor of the Evil Bone Dao must have been mistaken, this pioneer of the Little Netherworld Realm was definitely not just the Golden Immortal Rank!

The tower spirits in this ghost prison are all eighteen golden immortals, how can the pioneer of this small netherworld realm be just a golden immortal? But with Yin Xuege's knowledge and experience, he can't judge what level the master of this little netherworld has reached, anyway, it is not a person he can speculate about.

On this tombstone, eighteen ghostly faces are inscribed. Twisted and monstrous ritual runes.

As long as Yin Blood Song drips his essence blood into these sacrificial runes, and makes these dim sacrificial runes completely transform into blood, he can completely control the ghost prison and become the master of the ghost prison. According to the inscription on the tombstone. In order to fill these eighteen sacrificial runes, the amount of essence blood required was roughly equivalent to the amount of all the blood in the bodies of eighteen adult strong men.

For normal monks. They couldn't have had such an abundance of essence blood, if they bleed too much. Even the Jindan monks will surely die.

But Yin Blood Song just met this need, he was a blood demon. And it's a blood demon with strength close to that of a prince. For the Blood Demon Clan, their blood qi was far more abundant than ordinary people, and filling these eighteen sacrificial runes would at most damage some vitality to Yin Blood Song, and it would not be able to shake his foundation.

As soon as Yin Xuege thought of this, a miserable green ghost fire suddenly burned on this tombstone, and a clear will was brutally instilled into Yin Xuege's sea of knowledge.

I didn't hear any sound, but Yin Xuege had already understood why this ghost prison appeared here, and Yin Xuege came here!

The Little Netherworld felt the entry of Yin Blood Song, and the Little Netherworld judged that Yin Blood Song was the only monk who could completely sacrifice the Purgatory Hell, among all the young monks who entered this time—the essence blood of the other monks was not enough to sacrifice the Purgatory, and the only fate if they tried to sacrifice would be sucked into dry corpses.

Because of the end of the Dharma era, the Little Netherworld has also been extremely seriously affected, and the disintegration of the laws of heaven and earth has directly affected the operation and maintenance of the Little Netherworld itself. For thousands of years, the Little Netherworld has wasted countless resources before it is easy to maintain its integrity.

But in order to maintain his own integrity, he could no longer provide the slightest help to the Ghost Prison. If no one nourishes, cultivated, and helped him recover, the eighteen forbidden towers of the Netherworld Forbidden Tower, which was personally cast by the pioneer of the small Netherworld, would fall apart in a short time.

As a man-made ghost weapon, when he fell into the desperate realm of heaven and man, only a cultivator could restore his decay, which the little netherworld could not do no matter what.

As far as the Little Netherworld itself is concerned, the disintegration of the simple ghost prison has nothing to do with him. But if the ghost prison collapses, the few ancient prisoners who have been suppressed in the ghost prison so far will inevitably break out.

Although these prisoners were imprisoned in the ghost prison, they were also extremely seriously injured in the end of the Dharma era because of the disintegration of the laws of heaven and earth and the fragmentation of the spiritual veins of heaven and earth. But after all, they are living beings, unlike man-made objects like ghost prisons, as long as these prisoners give them time, they can swallow the aura of heaven and earth on their own and restore it to its original state!

For the Little Netherworld, once these prisoners are recovered, it will be a true disaster.

Those prisoners want to vent their grievances that have been suppressed for countless years, and they will definitely destroy the Little Netherworld!

Therefore, as soon as Yin Xuege stepped into the Little Netherworld, he felt the abundant essence and blood breath in Yin Xuege's body, and Yin Xuege could also swallow the Netherworld Qi at such a perverted speed, he completely met the master terms set by the Little Netherworld for the ghost prison. Therefore, the Little Netherworld quickly released the ghost snake that was suppressed in the depths of the Little Netherworld, allowing him to appear behind the mountain closest to Yin Blood Song.

And he took the initiative to contact Yin Xuege, hoping that he could sacrifice the Ghost Hell, and then take the Ghost Prison away from the Little Netherworld, the farther away the better, and it was best not to get close to the Little Netherworld within a million miles in the future.

"Does that seem to be good for me?" Yin Xuege looked thoughtfully at the ghostly tombstone.

The clear mind fed back, which was definitely of great benefit to Yin Xuege. Among the various ghost weapons retained by the Ghost Prison in the small Netherworld, the ranking can definitely step into the top ten, as long as Yin Xuege gradually completes his restoration, even if he is an ordinary golden immortal in the future, he can easily imprison and suppress it, and extract the life essence of the prisoner for his own use!

What's especially wonderful is that all the prisoners who have been drained of the essence of life by the ghost prison and die, their primordial gods will be refined into the jailers of the town tower, and they will be driven by the blood song for eternity. Although the strength of these jailers after death is not as strong as when they were alive, it is also very terrifying, isn't it?

After pondering for a moment, Yin Xuege asked in a deep voice, "Who are suppressed in the ghost prison, and will they cause harm to me?"

The information fed back by the Little Netherworld made Yin Xuege almost turn around and leave.

Now there are only a few prisoners suppressed in the ghost prison, they are the god of thunder, the god of wind, the god of ice, the god of fire, and the god of light.

Yin Xuege only felt that there was a burst of blackness in front of him, and he suddenly felt that the pagoda in front of him, which was full of ghosts, was a huge trap no matter how he looked at it. He was afraid that if he made one wrong step, he would be crushed immediately.

But the response of the Little Netherworld forced Yin Blood Song to stay where he was.

"If you are willing to take the Nether Eighteen Forbidden Towers, I can give you enough benefits. ”

"If you don't want to take him, if I have a chance of being destroyed, I'll destroy you first!"

With the threat of the Little Netherworld, a huge cloud vortex suddenly appeared above Yin Xuege's head, and eighteen huge ball lightning bolts quickly formed in the cloud vortex. (To be continued......)

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