Not only Zhuge Buliang and Fei'er, but even the little ginseng fruit showed a look of surprise. Suddenly, Zhuge Buliang remembered the stone tablet on Yinyang Road, and once he entered the Nine Shadows, he would never recover.

I entered the legendary eighteenth layer of hell, and I really couldn't recover.

The little ginseng fruit shook his head with a bitter face: "It's over, it's over, the gap with imagination is too big, how can you come to the eighteenth layer of hell." ”

Fei'er said with a look of grievance: "Look at you, I just said don't mess around, now that you have come to such a terrible place, how can you get out." ”

Zhuge Buliang stepped on one foot, the earth shook, Wang Bawen was shaken out of the ground, and quickly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Don't kill me, don't kill me." ”

Zhuge Buliang said: "Can you tell me what kind of place the so-called eighteenth layer hell is?"

Now that I've come here, it's too late to regret it. And Zhuge Buliang always felt that there seemed to be something in his Ti urging him to walk in here.

Wang Ba said in a sullen voice, "The eighteenth layer of hell is vast, and the people who are generally suppressed are some extremely vicious ghost cultivators or ghost cultivators who have violated the laws and regulations in the ghost world, so it can be said that these eighteen-layer hells are the cage of the ghost world. Here, the law of weak Rou strong food is more serious than anywhere else, and if you don't keep it right, you will be devoured by other ghost cultivators. Because devouring other souls can enhance one's own cultivation. ”

After a pause, Wang Bawen looked at the faces of Zhuge Buliang and the others, and continued: "However, in these eighteen layers of hell, their own unique situation has gradually formed. Now the entire eighteenth layer of hell is ruled by two behemoths, one is known as the Immortal Ghost King, with tens of thousands of ghost pawns under his command, and hundreds of ghost generals, each of which is extremely terrifying. And the origin of this ghost king is mysterious, whether it is in the ghost world or in the human world before his death, I have never heard of such a number one person. ”

"There is also a number one person named Yan, it is said that she escaped from purgatory and has her own power in the eighteenth layer of hell. ”

"Purgatory?" Zhuge Buliang suddenly frowned, thinking of the sea of fire purgatory he had seen before, and couldn't help but say: "That so-called purgatory, is it a sea of fire, with a large number of craters. ”

"Yes, yes, yes. Wang Ba Plague nodded again and again: "In every volcano in Purgatory, there is a behemoth that suppresses it, and that ghost cultivator named Yan came out of purgatory. ”

"Have you ever entered purgatory? You also came out of purgatory?" Wang Bawen looked at Zhuge Buliang with a surprised expression.

Zhuge didn't answer him directly, but lowered his head and pondered, not knowing what he was considering.

The little ginseng fruit suddenly thought of something, and said: "Wow, you Wang Ba lied, since the eighteenth layer of hell is the cage of the ghost world, then the ghost king and Yan are cultivating their own forces here, it is impossible for the ghost world not to know, don't you care?"

Wang Ba said: "Of course the ghost world knows, but they can't help it. Because the eighteenth layer of hell is by no means a place to set foot in easily, in the ghost world, only the ghost saint has the ability to open the eighteenth layer of hell. Or it is the combined efforts of the ten halls of Yama to open the passage of the eighteen layers of hell. Moreover, with these two major forces, they can maintain the balance of the eighteen layers of hell, so the ghost world will not interfere. ”

Zhuge nodded without a smile, it turned out that things were so complicated. Thinking of this, Zhuge Buliang was happy in his heart, since someone was able to open the passage of the eighteenth layer of hell, this means that the eighteenth layer of hell is not sealed forever, and there is still a chance to leave here.

"What kind of character is the ghost king and Yan?"

Wang Ba said: "As I just said, the origin of the ghost king is mysterious, and it seems that he has been dominating this ghost world for 10,000 years. And Na Yan was also a murderous creature who was suppressed in purgatory, broke the seal and ran out to compete with the ghost king. ”

"In this way, that Yan is also an old fellow. Zhuge Buliang said.

Wang Ba Bantile nodded: "Quite an old antique, no ghost cultivator has seen her true face, only knows that she uses a huge blood-colored scythe, which can devour the souls of the dead, and all the ghost cultivators who are devoured by her will scatter their souls forever." ”

"What are you talking about!!" The little ginseng fruit suddenly shouted, "Wow, is she really using a blood scythe? Is there a blood-colored chain at the end of the blood scythe?"

"Eh" Wang Bawen thought for a while and said, "I also heard what others said, it seems to be the case." ”

The little ginseng fruit became emotional all of a sudden: "Take me to her!"

"Oh, master, you are really joking, how can the existence of that kind of strength be seen by ordinary ghost cultivators? I'm afraid that I am not qualified to be a slave to others. Wang Bawen's face was bitter.

"How many secrets this little thing still hides. Zhuge Buliang's eyes looked at the little ginseng fruit, and he became profound.

Wang Bawen looked up at Zhuge Buliang, and said in a low voice: "I said everything, you can let me go, right?"

"It's not that simple. Zhuge Buliang snorted coldly.

"You don't talk much, you knew that you made a poisonous oath just now. Wang Ba Plague shouted, after all, for cultivators, the poisonous oath must be fulfilled.

Zhuge Buliang said: "I didn't say that I wanted to kill you, since you know so much about the eighteenth layer of hell, just be our guide." ”

"Wizard?"

Zhuge nodded brightly: "We need to find a place to stabilize first, and you can arrange it." Don't play any tricks, or even if you are thousands of miles away, I can take your level. ”

"You're really reasonable," Wang Bawen said speechlessly.

After several people discussed, Wang Bawen decided to take them to a place first. Since the little ginseng fruit heard the person named Yan, he looked preoccupied, stopped talking, and didn't mess around with monkeys.

The eighteenth layer of hell was much bigger than Zhuge Buliang imagined, and they flew for half a day to come to a place similar to a small town. Zhuge Buliang was slightly surprised, this kind of sweet potato will also have a town or something.

Wang Ba Bao took them into the town, and immediately all the ghost cultivators in the town threw a surprised look at Zhuge Buliang and them: "Born people, turned out to be living people?"

"How did Wang Ba Plague come to the tribe with the living? ”

"It's been a long time since anyone has appeared in the eighteen layers of hell. ”

"O living people, having devoured their souls, their cultivation must have advanced by leaps and bounds. ”

Many ghost cultivators had a hot and greedy gaze in their eyes.

Wang Bawen felt a little embarrassed, looked back at Zhuge Buliang's face, and saw that the other party's face was calm, how could he breathe a sigh of relief.

"What kind of place is this town?" asked Zhuge Buliang in a low voice.

"Well, it's one of our tribes. Wang Bawen said.

"Wang Ba Plague, why did you bring the living people to the tribe?" At this time, the two ghost cultivators stood in front of Wang Ba Plague and Zhuge Buliang, and said with an unkind face.

"They're my friends. Wang Bawen said in a low voice, looking at the eyes of these two ghost cultivators, he was a little afraid.

"Friends, hmph, they're human!" said the ghost cultivator, "What do you mean by bringing two living people here, arrest them!!"

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen ghost cultivators surrounded him.

Fei'er's face changed slightly, and she pulled Zhuge Buliang's sleeve.

Zhuge Buliang sneered, he could see it. Ghost cultivation devours the souls of the living, which greatly benefits their cultivation. These ghost cultivators undoubtedly regard themselves as a good meal, and everyone wants to take a bite. Zhuge Buliang smiled bitterly, he finally realized Tang Seng's hardship.

"Fenghui, don't do it, you don't know where they come from, don't come nonsense. Wang Bawen hurriedly stopped.

"Hmph, there is nothing wrong with the living here. Wang Ba Plague, are you tired of living, believe it or not, Lao Tzu can swallow you first, I guess the boss won't say anything!" The ghost cultivator named Feng Hui shouted, the corners of his mouth turned up, his words contemptuous, and he didn't take Wang Ba Plague in his eyes at all.

"Give these people to the eldest brother to devour!" suggested a ghost cultivator.

"Yes, if you hand them over to the eldest brother to devour, the souls of these living people can probably make the eldest brother's cultivation go to the next level. ”

"Swallow him!"

"Swallow him!"

A group of ghost cultivators shouted and began to move closer to Zhuge Buliang and them.

Wang Ba Bao looked at Zhuge Buliang with a look of danger, he knew what would happen before he brought Zhuge Buliang. However, due to Zhuge Buliang's urging, he didn't have any way.

"Master, what to do?" Fei'er looked at Zhuge Buliang inquiringly, and didn't dare to act rashly, because they didn't know much about the cultivation realm of ghost cultivation now, and they didn't know what the cultivation of these ghost cultivation was.

However, at this moment, Zhuge Buliang did not consider these, his consciousness was silent in his body, and there were seven divine points flickering strangely, as if he had an inexplicable sense.

"Everyone, please calm down, let's get the boss out. Wang Ba Plague shouted.

At this moment, the crowd parted left and right, and a middle-aged ghost cultivator walked out of it, with a tall figure and black aura on his body, and a powerful momentum surged.

Zhuge Buliang frowned slightly, that momentum can definitely be compared to the immortal cultivators in the Yuan Infant Stage.

"What's wrong!?" the middle-aged ghost cultivator who came shouted, scanning the middle-aged person with cold eyes, and when he saw Zhuge Buliang and the others, he was immediately startled, and his eyes showed a hot color: "The breath of a living person." ”

"Big brother, Wang Ba Plague brought the living people to the tribe privately, and we are preparing to take down these living people and present them to the eldest brother. The ghost cultivator named Fenghui said.

The middle-aged ghost cultivator nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "These few people are great supplements, take them down, and I will deal with them personally." ”

"Big brother, never!" Wang Bawen came in a hurry.

"Wang Bawen, do you want to rebel!?" said in a deep voice.

Wang Ba Plague shook his head and said, "Big brother, you can't devour them, they came out of purgatory!"

"What!"

"Ahh

The exclamations came one after another, and everyone was shaken.

Purgatory, that is the forbidden place of the eighteen layers of hell, and in the entire eighteen layers of hell, everyone is afraid of purgatory.