Chapter 279 Hell Tribe

It's not only Zhuge but also Fei'er, but also the little ginseng fruit showing surprise. Suddenly, Zhuge Buliong remembered the stone tablet on Yin and Yang Road. As soon as he entered Jiuyou, he was doomed.

I entered the legendary 18th floor of hell, and it was really doomed.

Little ginsengguo shook his head with a bitter face: "It's over. It's too big a gap with imagination. How can it come to the 18th floor of hell?"

Fei'er said with an aggrieved face, "Look, I told you not to mess around. Now that you come to such a horrible place, how can you go out?"

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

Zhuge Fuliang said, "Tell me what kind of place is the so-called 18-story hell?"

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

Wang Bawen muffled and said, "The 18th floor of hell is vast. Generally, some vicious ghosts or ghosts who have violated laws and regulations in the ghost world are suppressed. It can be said that these 18 layers of hell are the cage of the ghost world. The law of the law of the jungle here is more serious than anywhere else. If you can't keep it together, you will be swallowed up by other ghosts. Because devouring other souls can enhance your cultivation.

After a pause, Wang Bawen looked at the faces of Zhuge Butliang and others and continued, "But in these 18 layers of hell, they gradually formed their own unique situation. Now the whole 18th floor of hell is under the control of two huge things. One is known as the undead ghost king, tens of thousands of ghosts under his command, and hundreds of ghost generals. Each cultivation is extremely horrible. And the origin of this ghost king is mysterious. Whether in the ghost world or in the human world before my death, I have never heard of such a number one person.

"There is also the number one character named Yan. It is said that she ran out of purgatory and had her own power in the 18th floor of hell."

"Purgatory?" Zhuge Fuliang suddenly frowned and thought of the sea of fire purgatory he had seen before. He couldn't help saying, "Is the so-called purgatory a sea of fire with a large number of craters?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Wang Ba nodded repeatedly: "In every volcano in the purgatory, there is a huge murderer. The ghost named Yan came out of purgatory."

"Have you ever been in purgatory? You also came out of purgatory?" Wang Bawen looked at Zhuge Fuliang with a surprised face.

Zhuge did not answer him directly, but bowed his head and meditated. He didn't know what he was thinking about.

Little Ginseng Guo suddenly thought of something and said, "Wow, you son of a liar. Since the eighteenth floor of hell is the cage of the ghost world, the ghost king and Yan cultivate their own power here. It's impossible for the ghost world not to know. Don't you care?"

Wang Ba said, "Of course the ghost world knows, but there is nothing they can do. Because the eighteenth floor of hell is by no means an easy place to get involved, in the ghost world, only the ghost saint has the ability to open the eighteenth floor of hell. Or the joint efforts of the ten halls of hell can open the passage of the eighteenth floor of hell. Moreover, with these two major forces, they can maintain the balance of 18 layers of hell, so the ghost world will not interfere.

Zhuge didn't nod his head. It turned out that things were so complicated. Thinking of this, Zhuge Fuliang was happy. Since someone can open the passage of the 18th floor of hell, it means that the 18th floor of hell is not always sealed, and there is still a chance to leave here.

"What are the roles of the Ghost King and Yan?"

Wang Bawen said, "I just said that the origin of the ghost king is mysterious, and it seems that he has dominated this ghost world for ten thousand years. And Na Yan, who was also a murderer who was suppressed in purgatory, broke the seal and ran out to compete with the ghost king.

"So that Yan is also an old guy." Zhuge is not clear.

Wang Bawen nodded: "It's quite an old antique. No ghost has seen her true face. All I know is that she uses a huge bloody sickle to devour the soul. Any ghost who is swallowed by her will be scattered forever."

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

"Well..." Wang Bawen thought for a moment and said, "I also heard what others said. It seems to be like that."

The little ginseng fruit suddenly became excited: "Take me to see her!"

"Oh, master, you are really good at joking. How can the existence of that kind of strength be seen by ordinary ghosts? I'm afraid I'm not qualified to be slaves for others. Wang Bawen's face was bitter.

"How many secrets does this little thing hide?" Zhuge Buriang looked at the little ginseng fruit and became deep.

Wang Bawen looked up at Zhuge Wuliang and whispered, "I've said, can you let me go?"

"Let you go, it's not that easy." Zhuge is not bright and snorted coldly.

"You... If you didn't keep your word, I would have known that you had just made a bad oath. Wang Ba's fever shouted that, after all, for the practitioners, the oath of poison must be fulfilled.

Zhuge Fuliang said, "I didn't say I wanted to kill you. Since you know so much about the 18th floor of hell, why don't you just be our guide?"

"Guide?"

Zhuge didn't nod his head: "We need to find a place to stabilize first, and you can arrange it. Don't play tricks, otherwise even if you are thousands of miles away, I can take your head.

"You are so reasonable..." Wang Ba was speechless.

After several people discussed it, Wang Bawen decided to take them to a place first. Since the little ginseng fruit heard the man named Yan, he looked worried. He stopped talking and would not make trouble with monkeys.

The eighteenth floor of hell is much bigger than Zhuge Butliang imagined. They flew for half a day and came to a place similar to a small town. Zhuge Buliang was slightly surprised that this kind of sweet potato would also have towns and so on.

Wang Bawen took them into the town. At that time, all the ghosts in the town cast a surprised look at Zhuge Fuliang: "A stranger, it's a stranger?"

"Why did Wang Bawen bring strangers to the tribe?"

"The 18th floor of hell has not appeared for a long time."

"A stranger has devoured their souls, and their cultivation must advance by leaps and bounds."

Many ghosts showed hot and greedy eyes in their eyes.

Wang Bawen felt a little embarrassed. He looked back at Zhuge Budang's face. Seeing that the other party's face was calm, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What is this town?" Zhuge Bliang asked in a low voice.

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

"Wang Ba fever, why did you bring strangers to the tribe?" At this time, the two ghosts stood in front of Wang Bawen and Zhuge Fuliang and said with a bad face.

"They... They are my friends." Wang Bawen whispered and looked at the eyes of the two ghosts, which were a little afraid.

"Friends? Humph, they are strangers!" The ghost said poorly, "What do you mean by bringing two strangers here? Arrest them!!"

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen ghosts came up.

Phil's face changed slightly and pulled Zhuge's bright sleeves.

Zhuge Fuliang sneered, and he finally understood. Ghost cultivation devours the souls of living people, which has a great benefit to their cultivation. These ghosts undoubtedly regard themselves as a good meal, and everyone wants to have a bite. Zhuge Buzuo smiled bitterly, and he finally realized the suffering of Tang Monk.

"The wind comes back, by all. You don't know where they come from. Don't fool around." Wang Bawen hurriedly stopped.

"Well, strangers are not allowed here. Wang Bawen, are you tired of living? Believe it or not, I can swallow you first. I guess the boss won't say anything!" The ghost named Feng Hui shouted, his mouth turned up, his words were contemptuous, and he did not pay attention to Wang Ba's plague at all.

"Give these people over to the eldest brother to devour!" Gui Xiu suggested this.

"Yes, they were devoured by the eldest brother. It is estimated that the souls of these living people can make the eldest brother's cultivation a step forward."

"Swallow him!"

"Swallow him!"

A group of ghosts shouted and began to lean towards Zhuge Fuliang.

Wang Bawen looked at Zhuge Fuliang with a look of danger. He knew what would happen long before he brought Zhuge Fuliang. However, due to Zhuge's urging, there was nothing he could do.

"Master, what should I do?" Fei'er asked and looked at Zhuge Fuliang and did not dare to act rashly, because they didn't know much about the cultivation of ghost cultivation, and they didn't know what these ghost cultivations were like.

However, at this moment, Zhuge Buteng did not consider these. His consciousness was silent in his body, and he found that the seven divine caves flashed strangely, which seemed to be inexplicable.

"Guys, please calm down. Let's invite the boss out." Wang Bawen shouted.

At this moment, the crowd separated from left and right, and a middle-aged ghost came out of it. He was tall and black, with a strong momentum.

Zhuge Fuliang frowned slightly, and that momentum can definitely be compared with the immortals in the Yuanying period.

"What's the matter!?" The middle-aged ghost who came shouted and glanced at the middle man coldly. When he saw Zhuge Fuliang and others, he was immediately shocked, and his eyes showed a hot color: "The breath of strangers."

"Brother, Wang Bawen brought the strangers to the tribe privately. We are preparing to take down these strangers and dedicate them to the eldest brother." The ghost named Feng Hui said.

Middle-aged ghosts nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile, "These strangers are good tonics. If you take them down, I will deal with them in person."

"Brother, you can't!" Wang Bawen came quickly.

"Wang Ba fever, do you want to rebel!?" The wind echoed in a low voice.

Wang Bawen shook his head and said, "Brother, you can't devour them. They came out of purgatory!"

"What!"

"Ah!"

The exclamation came one after another, and everyone was shocked.

Purgatory, which is the forbidden place of the eighteenth floor of hell. In the whole eighteenth floor of hell, everyone is afraid of it when it comes to purgatory.