Chapter 293 The Old Brother

Although the 18-story hell is not as vast as Jiuyou, its territory is also quite abundant.

Zhuge Buteng did not take Phil and the monkey, but walked with the little ginseng fruit, followed the left envoy of the ghost king, and flew to one of the 18-story hell forces, the ghost king's palace.

Four days later, they came to a black mountain. The big rivers here are all black, and the lead clouds in the sky are thick, suppressing the void, giving people a very depressing atmosphere.

The little ginseng fruit squatted on Zhuge Fuliang's shoulder and said, "I always feel that we are going to the Hongmen banquet?"

Zhuge Butiao smiled and didn't say anything, but he was also very worried.

"If things change, let's hide in the demon city for ten and a half years before we come out." The little ginseng thought about it and suggested it.

Zhuge Buteng smiled bitterly: "If the Ghost King is that kind of powerful person, I'm afraid we can't hide in the magic city and hide it from him."

The two of them talked in a low voice.

The left envoy of the ghost king flying in the front turned a deaf ear. It seemed that everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him. Even if he heard the little ginseng fruit say something derogatory to the ghost king, he was silent.

In a short time, a vast breath came, mixed with creepy yin qi.

A black palace stands on the cliff, which is magnificent, like a wild dragon lurking there. The breath is magnificent, giving people a sense of deterrence.

The ghost king left envoy did not slow down, but flew over the palace with Zhuge Fuliang and the little ginseng fruit.

Zhuge Buchang looked down and saw countless ghosts in black armor guarding around the palace. They were solemn and straight rows guarding around the palace.

"Isn't the Ghost King in this palace?" Zhuge B no Liang doubted in his heart.

The ghost king Zuo envoy took them to fly out of dozens of miles, which was only a momentary thing for their practitioners in this realm.

At the end of the week, they fell on the top of a mountain.

As soon as he lowered his body, Zhuge Fuliang felt that the breath around him was wrong. I don't know when the ghost king suddenly disappeared, and there was no trace.

Around, several breaths rushed towards Zhuge Fuliang. Zhuge Buchong looked around and saw a ghost Xiu with flowery hair sitting on the four surrounding peaks, and four strong pressures pressed on Zhuge Bu Liang and the little ginseng fruit.

Zhuge Fuliang frowned. He was so powerful that he saw a man in black standing on the highest mountain in the distance, with his hands behind his hands, with black fog steaming on his body, and he could not see his face. But the whole person seemed to be integrated with heaven and earth, and the momentum seemed to be overwhelmed by the panic.

"Is he the ghost king?" Zhuge Buzuo thought to himself.

Four strong pressures came, and Zhuge Fuliang paused slightly and said in a low voice, "Mr. Ghost King, what do you mean?"

The sound fluctuates so much that it can be heard even hundreds of miles away.

But the ghost king on the mountain peak in the distance was silent and still stood with his hands on his hands.

"Boom!"

The four soaring momentum broke out, and Zhuge Buteng was shocked. The four ghosts around him were all strong and powerful. Even one of them could not easily compete with them.

"It's over, it's really a Hongmen banquet." The little ginseng was frightened and tightly grasped a wisp of black silk from Zhuge.

Zhuge Buthliang held the ancient money sword in his hand without any breath fluctuation, but Zhuge Buthliang felt much more relaxed. The ancient Qianjian is a sacred object of Taoism. It is originally a thing that specializes in defeating evil, especially ghosts, and has great lethality.

The ghosts of the four peaks roared, and the four dark big hands pressed towards Zhuge Fuliang.

The black big hand collapsed the space and almost shattered the top of the mountain under Zhuge Fuliang's feet.

Zhuge is not bright and stands like a rock, towering and motionless. The ancient money sword suspended above his head. At this moment, the ancient money sword suddenly had golden light, and 108 ancient copper coins scattered in all directions. Each ancient copper coin had the ability to penetrate the void. The golden light was dazzling, like a star.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

After a few muffled noises, 108 ancient copper coins immersed the void around the four peaks and imprisoned the ghosts on the four peaks in the void.

108 ancient copper coins once again condensed into ancient swords and returned to Zhuge Fuliang's hands.

And at this moment, with four long roars, four figures flew up from the void through the hole. The four powerful ghosts actually broke through the void of confinement and escaped.

Without too many words, four terrible black vortices flew out and pressed towards Zhuge Fuliang. The heavy pressure almost made Zhuge Fuliang squirt a mouthful of blood.

These four ghost practitioners are definitely not comparable to the characters like the ghost king. They are definitely giants who suppress the hell on the 18th floor. Four black whirlpools swallowed down. At this moment, the purple gas on Zhuge Buliang's body tossed, the seven big stars above his head went up and down, and the purple nebula vortex condensed again.

The purple nebula vortex rises in the sky, covering the world, trying to swallow up the four black gas whirlpools.

But these four black gas vortexes are also very attractive. For a moment, the purple nebula vortex, which has never been devouring, could not devour them. The purple nebula vortex and the four black gas vortex were deadlocked in mid-air.

Zhuge buteng's forehead is sweating coldly. This is really the four masters, and he is the only master of the 18th floor of hell.

"Hatch me!" Zhuge Bliang reminded the little ginseng fruit on his shoulder, and his body suddenly withdrew. He instantly appeared thousands of meters away and wanted to escape.

Facing the four masters, he felt a sense of powerlessness.

Zhuge didn't think about it. He turned around and put forward 12 points for Zhenyuan and went to the distant sky.

But at this time, the ghost king standing on the mountain peak took action, and a big black hand poked out, directly extended the sky, propped out dozens of miles away, smashed all the void around Zhuge Fuliang, and imprisoned it in it.

"It's over, I can't escape!" The little ginseng fruit was stunned.

The purple spell between Zhuge's eyebrows flashed and was about to hide in the demon city of the mixed world. But the big black hand turned around, took him and the little ginseng back and came to the top of the mountain again.

Zhuge did not brighten the seven stars above his head and hung a Beidou light curtain.

"Do you really come from purgatory?" At this moment, the ghost king on the mountain spoke, and his voice was almost ethereal, as if it were coming from the sky.

"It's true." Zhuge Fuliang said.

"You lie!!" The ghost king suddenly shouted, "I went to Purgatory to investigate. There were no sealed big people in the purgatory. Say! How did you, a stranger, enter the 18th floor of hell!!"

Zhuge Butiang looked bitter and said, "I did come out of purgatory, but it is not a sealed existence in purgatory. I'm from Kyushu."

"Kyushu!" The words of the ghost king on the mountain were full of surprise, saying, "Are you from Kyushu's immortal world?"

"Not bad!" Zhuge nodded without a bright spot.

The atmosphere became silent, and the ghost king stood on the mountain with his hands behind his hand. After a while, the ghost king shouted, "No matter where you come from? Your appearance breaks the balance of the 18th floor of hell. You must disappear!"

After saying that, a magnificent momentum enveloped him again.

"Damn it, to be honest, I have to die. Wow, it's so unreasonable." The little ginseng groaned unsatisfied.

At the same time, the four ghost masters around him once again made trouble, and the four of them made a big seal and pressed it on Zhuge.

"Fight for it, find a chance to escape, and then hide in the mixed demon city." Zhuge Buo said in his heart that the purple light on his fist was dazzling, like the purple sun, dazzling.

And in this purple light, there is still a trace of black gas.

Zhuge Buliang tried his best to inspire the ancient martial arts Aoyi. He punched him with two fists for a few days and bombarded him with the big handprints that came from the air.

"Rumble!" Most of the top of the mountain under his feet collapsed, Zhuge Blutong's face turned white, and half of his body fell into the soil. And the four ghosts also staggered, and then slapped Zhuge Fuliang again.

Under the pressure of the big dark ink-like palm, the top of the mountain under Zhuge Bright's feet completely collapsed.

With a long roar, Zhuge Wuliang rose to the sky, and the churning purple gas surging. Zhuge Buliang urged the ancient Wu Aoyi. Behind him, a black crow totem appeared and hit the four ghosts.

"Ancient martial arts!" The ghost king on the mountain exclaimed, full of surprise.

Zhugebuliang knocked out the black crow totem and fixed it in the void. The attack of the four ghosts bombarded the black crow totem and was detified by the black crow totem. At the same time, the black crow totem also collapsed.

Zhugebuliang waved his fist to the sky, and as for breaking the void, the sky trembled.

"Bum!"

But in the face of the attack of the four ghosts, Zhuge Buteng was bombarded into the strata this time. His face was as pale as paper, and the qi and blood in his body were churning.

"Oh no, I can't get out at all." Zhuge didn't say it secretly.

"Wow, boy, you can't die. There is no hope if you die." The little ginseng fruit lay on Zhuge's shoulder and shouted.

At this time, the attack of the four ghosts was suppressed again.

The purple light on Zhuge Buliang's body was turbulent, and the ancient martial arts Aoyi hit out, pierced the void and paralyzed all the void. Destroy the attack of the four ghosts.

"Ancient martial arts!" The ghost king on the mountain suddenly took action at this time, and the black ghost hand patted Zhuge Fuliang.

"Puff!"

This blow was enough to smash the world. Zhuge Fuliang spewed out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

The ghost king hit a ghost hand again and shrouded Zhuge.

Zhuge Buyang's internal organs were severely damaged, and his skin was cracked. His skin, which was originally operated like precious jade, is indeed like broken porcelain at this moment.

At this moment, the boundless black gas suddenly churned out of Zhuge's body, and the momentum soared to the sky, and even the little ginseng fruit was shaken out by this momentum.

"Wow, Zhuge boy, what are you doing!" The little ginseng fruit shouted strangely.