Chapter 280 Purple Devour

In the whole eighteen-story hell, only purgatory is the real core, and the rest are the periphery of the eighteen-story hell.

Wang Bawen said, everyone was shocked, and even the middle-aged ghost Xiu was surprised and took a step back. Who doesn't know where the purgatory is in the whole 18th floor of hell? It is the place to suppress the supreme murderers, and each of them is a super horrible existence.

Yan, the hegemon of the 18th floor of hell, came out of purgatory and led a ghost cultivation.

It can be said that anyone who comes out of purgatory is a horror-level figure.

"You... Did you really come out of purgatory? The middle-aged ghost Xiu's eyes flashed, and he obviously didn't believe it.

And Wang Bawen was also guilty for a while. In fact, he didn't know whether Zhuge Butang really came out of purgatory. He just heard some clues from his words, but he couldn't control so much at this moment. Let's not talk about whether Zhuge Fuliang is looking for real from purgatory. In case it is true, I'm afraid that the ghosts of the whole town will be killed in an instant.

The ghosts were surprised and looked at Zhugebuliang in surprise. Since they came out of purgatory, is it the same level as Yan?

This is the idea of all the ghosts at this moment. But they didn't know that Zhuge Butang was not a murderer suppressed in purgatory, but happened to appear in purgatory by chance.

"Hmm, Wang Bawen, do you think this kind of words are credible? How can there be so many masters in purgatory? Feng Hui sneered coldly, "And coming out of purgatory is bound to shake the whole 18th floor of hell, but we haven't received any noise. Do you think anyone will believe this kind of lie?"

"I..." Wang Ba was speechless.

"Well, there's nothing to say. You are obviously covering up these strangers!" Feng Hui sneered.

Suddenly, everyone was relieved and poured out a sigh of breath. Obviously, they believed the words of Feng Hui. Only the middle-aged ghost still bowed his head, as if he was meditating something.

Zhuge Buliang's eyes were cold and he looked at the ghost Xiu named Feng Hui. This man aimed at himself everywhere, which made Zhuge Bu Liang feel disgusted.

He was stared at by Zhuge Fuliang's cold eyes. When the wind returned, he felt a shock and hurriedly closed his mouth.

The middle-aged ghost took a step forward and said, "I'll ask you again, are you really out of purgatory?"

"Yes!" Zhuge nodded without a bright spot.

He is telling the truth. He and others did come out of purgatory. As for whether it was a murderer guarded 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 frowned and said, "Isn't it? You'll know after trying!"

After saying that, a strong momentum suddenly broke out on the middle-aged ghost's body, which shocked the people around him and retreated.

Zhuge was standing there like a rock. He made Fei'er, the monkey and the little ginseng fruit retreat aside. In the face of the strong momentum of the middle-aged ghost cultivation, Zhuge Butang took a step forward, and his clothes and clothes were hunting.

"Boom!"

The boundless black gas suddenly rushed out of the middle-aged ghost's body, forming a huge black whirlpool, which devoured Zhuge Wuliang.

This is a unique skill of ghost cultivation, called devouring, which can swallow the soul of other ghost cultivation and improve your strength.

At the same time, the seven divine caves in Zhuge Wuliang's body moved, and the purple Zhenyuan broke out, forming a purple vortex on the top of Zhuge Wuliang's head, facing the air.

"Puff!"

The purple whirlpool rotated, instantly swallowing the black whirlpool made by the middle-aged ghost and disappeared clean.

"What!"

All the ghosts immediately changed their colors, and the middle-aged ghosts also showed an incredible look.

Even Zhuge Bliang was a little surprised. He knew that the seven-star treasure body had the function of devouring and could devour the essence of the magic weapon, but he didn't expect that even the yin power of the ghost cultivation could be devoured, but he didn't know whether it could devour the soul.

Thinking of this, Zhuge Bu Liang smiled gidly, and the purple whirlpool pressed over to the middle-aged ghost.

The middle-aged ghost Xiu's face changed color, his palms were in the sky, and the black gas condensed into a huge sword and cut up against the air.

But under the devour of the purple vortex, the giant sword immediately became invisible and integrated into the purple vortex. Under the purple whirlpool, the middle-aged ghost was covered in.

Suddenly, the middle-aged ghost Xiu felt that his yin power was passing quickly, and his soul body seemed to be torn apart by the suction power in the purple whirlpool.

"No!!!" The middle-aged ghost man let out a roar: "No! My lord, spare my life, forgive my life!"

Wang Bawen looked at Zhuge Budao with a complicated face and whispered, "Please spare his life. Don't kill him."

Zhuge Butang's eyes were silent, but his mind turned quickly. He doesn't know much about the 18th floor of hell now, and it is not easy to cause trouble. At this moment, the purple whirlpool disappeared and released the middle-aged ghost.

Middle-aged ghost Xiu squatted on the ground and gasped. Just a few seconds, he felt that his soul was about to break, and most of the yin power in his body disappeared, and his cultivation was cut off.

In this matter, all the ghosts dare not speak. Zhuge Bu's domineering means suppressed everyone. Now no one will believe that they came out of purgatory.

The ghost Xiu named Feng Hui lowered his head with a gloomy face and did not dare to make a sound again.

"Thank you very much, thank you for your life." The middle-aged ghost Xiu also felt the horror at this moment. At the moment, he was swallowed up by the purple whirlpool and cut off half of his cultivation. He knew that the other party was merciful, otherwise he would immediately lose his soul in the purple whirlpool.

"Are you the stew manager here?" Zhuge Buliang raised his eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged ghost Xiu.

Since the other party regards himself as a master, he simply pretends to be B once.

"Yes, yes, my name is Zhou Bin, here... Er... In charge." The middle-aged ghost named Zhou Bin said.

"Arrange a place for me to live, and don't tell any ghosts when I appear. It's the same for you!" Zhuge Fuliang looked around at everyone and shouted softly, "If anyone misses the wind, I will kill him!"

"Yes, yes, definitely, definitely." Zhou Bin nodded repeatedly, while the other ghosts shrugged their heads and dared not make a sound.

Phil stood aside and said with a smile, "It's still my master who is awesome. It's clean and slippery."

The little ginseng fruit whispered, "This boy pretends to be cool. He is quite aggressive and promising."

Under the arrangement of Zhou Bin, Zhuge Buchang temporarily settled in the small town. Wang Bawen took care of him. After learning the strength of Zhuge Buteng, he simply served him as a grandfather. And his status in the small town has also improved a lot, and many people nodded respectfully when they saw Wang Bawen.

It made this grandson pretend to be a tiger.

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

"My name is Wang Bawen." Wang Bawen was speechless, with a black line on his forehead.

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

"Oh, that's far away. The 18th floor of hell is very big. We are now under the jurisdiction of the Ghost King, and the jurisdiction of Queen Yan is in the far south." Wang Bawen thought for a moment and said.

The little ginseng sighed, lay on the pillow of the small tree, and fell into meditation.

Zhuge Fuliang sat aside, looked at the little ginseng fruit, and said, "What are you looking for Yan? Do you know each other?"

"It's your business!" The little ginseng fruit rolled his eyes.

Zhuge was speechless and took a sip of tea depressedly.

At this time, 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 Fuliang.

"What a pure spirit, there are spiritual fruits in the 18th floor of hell?" Zhuge Fuliang said in surprise.

Suddenly, Wang Bawen looked surprised, and then the saliva was about to flow out and said, "It's Chi Lianguo. Where did you get it?"

"Does the ghost also take spiritual fruit?" Zhuge Buzuo asked.

Wang Bawen stared at the vermilion fruit and said, "Yes, yes, converting the essence in the spiritual fruit into yin power can improve a lot of cultivation."

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

"Squeak!" The gray-haired monkey scratched his ears and cheeks, and made a random gesture.

Zhuge Fuliang had a headache and didn't understand what it was talking about. However, monkeys seem to have a special ** nature for these heavenly spirits, and can always find some strange things. When I was in Qingzhou, it was this little monkey who took the lead in discovering the little ginseng fruit and spiritual vein.

"Cut, this kind of fruit is not enough, and the top is a middle-grade spiritual fruit." The little ginseng fruit yawned and turned over.

"Yes, how can these red fruits be compared with you, a little guy who has become a refined spirit? If I eat you, maybe I will directly break through to the divine period." Zhuge said jokingly.

The little ginseng fruit shrank its neck and stopped talking.

Zhuge Fuliang said, "Call Feier, monkey, take us to the place where you find Chi Lianguo."

Because Fei Er was a girl, she was arranged in another house. Zhuge Fuliang called Fei'er and left the town. Soon, they came to a barren mountain.

"Where this bird doesn't poop, there is not even a plant. Will it breed spiritual fruit?" Zhuge is doubtful.

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

The monkey took them around and found a naturally formed cave, which was somewhat similar to the cave where the little ginseng was dull, with the same fork in the road.

The monkey walked in front, without any vigilance, and swaggered into the hole.

The cave leads all the way to the ground. After walking for more than half an hour, Zhuge Butang suddenly felt a breath of the essence of heaven and earth. He said in his heart, is there really a spiritual fruit here?

"Wow, there are so many little stars." Phil's eyes are obsessed.

At the top of the cave, red light spots flashed, and the monkey pointed to the red stars at the top of the cave and shouted. Obviously, these are the so-called red fruits.