Chapter 578 Ghost Master

For Qiao Ming's words, Zhuge Wuliang turned a deaf ear. He only cared about talking with Wang Bawen and the little ginseng fruit, and did not pay attention to this ghost fairy at all. What a bastard! If you help the sinner, there is only one way to die!" Qiao Ming's face showed a ferocious color, and the soul power of the purple machete in his hand surged, and a sharp knife light once again turned into a purple dragon and bit Zhuge Fuliang.

Zhuge Buteng glanced at the purple dragon that was getting closer and closer to him. He raised his hand indifferently, stretched his five fingers, scratched his fingers, and tore the purple dragon with his bare hands.

"What!" Qiao Ming was shocked, and his fingers holding the purple machete were a little white.

"Humph!" Zhuge Buzuo snorted coldly and took a step forward. The next moment, he appeared directly in front of Qiao Ming and pressed his palm forward. Purple gas gushed, and a large area of purple gas spread towards Qiao Ming, accompanied by a shocking huge pressure.

"Hm..." Qiao Ming snorted, and his face suddenly turned pale. He staggered back. He was so suppressed by Zhuge Buteng that he couldn't turn over. He couldn't even move his finger, and his whole body half knelt on the ground.

"This boy's cultivation has been enhanced so much?" The little ginseng said in surprise.

"Yes, compared with the previous Zhuge boss, it is simply a heaven and an earth." Wang Bawen couldn't help swallowing and saying.

The little ginseng fruit carried the spiritual tree, with a strange color in his eyes. He whispered, "It seems that this boy has entered the fairyland, otherwise it is impossible for the ordinary world in Kyushu to create such a powerful cultivation."

"Fairy!? Is that the place we are going to?" Wang Ba's eyelids trembled and said in surprise.

"Bum!"

Under the powerful pressure of Zhuge Biao, Qiao Ming's body flew backwards like a cannonball, and the soul became extremely weak, as if it would collapse at any time.

A group of ghosts and fairies in the ghost world looked at this scene with fear in their hearts. Qiao Ming is also a master among the ghosts. However, under this mysterious young man, he was knocked out without resistance, and the other party had not really taken action.

Zhuge Fuliang clapped his hands and was about to turn around. Suddenly, a huge sense of oppression that made people feel unbreathable came. Zhuge Butang suddenly turned around, stared at the distant sky, and his pupils contracted tightly.

In the sky, the void was torn, and a milky crystal big hand poked out of it, and the sky seemed to have been crushed by this milky big hand. The rumble of wind and thunder rioted, and the milky big hand pressed over with the sound of wind and thunder and patted at Zhuge Fuliang.

"Damn it, boss Zhuge, be careful. That's a ghost-level figure in the ghost world." Wang Ba's face changed dramatically and shouted.

The ghost master is the highest symbol of ghost cultivation and the ruler of the whole ghost world. In the whole ghost world, there are two strong people at the level of ghost masters, guarding one side respectively, who are the real defenders of the ghost world.

"Boom!"

The milky white big hand pressed, and Zhuge Buliang completely changed color, because he felt that the blow of the milky white big hand was enough to match the power of a half-step immortal. It can be seen that the ghost master hidden in the dark must be a master at the same level as the emperor of the Honghuang Fairyland.

"The strength of this ghost master can naturally be seen to be able to guard the ghost world." Zhuge Buliang thought to himself, and his eyes became extremely solemn.

The purple gas in the body lingered out, and the brick appeared in the hand. In the wind, it turned into a monument and was captured in Zhuge Bu Liang's hand. The Taiwu Heart Sutra and the dragon whirlpool were stimulated, and the bricks patted at the milky big hand.

"Boom!"

The milky white big hands collided with the bricks, and the huge sound shook the world. The space cracks spread, and the sky almost collapsed.

"Emp..." Zhuge Buriang snorted, and his body flew out uncontrollably, and the bricks also turned into their original appearance and flew back to Zhuge Fuliang's body. Fortunately, Zhuge Buliang's body was strong, otherwise he had to be patted into mud to bear this blow.

"Sure enough, it's the strength of a half-step immortal!" Zhuge Buriang frowned.

"Rumble!"

The milky white hand withstood the blow of Zhuge Fuliang and became much weaker, but it still pressed forward.

"Master Zhuge, withdraw. That's a ghost-level figure. You're nothing more than him." Wang Bawen shouted in the distance.

"Hum!"

At this moment, the mutiny suddenly emerged, and a big hand also protruded out of the bloody whirlpool, but this big hand was completely opposite to the milky white big hand. The black gas evaporated, and a large area of death was submerged. The big black hands and the milky white big hands hit each other in an instant.

"Boom!"

The whole world seemed to be overwhelmed by this violent trend, and the milky white hands and black hands collapsed one after another. The ghosts around him were suddenly blown out by this impact.

Zhuge Budang withdrew after holding the bricks, retreated to Wang Bawen and the little ginseng fruit, turned around and looked at the bloody whirlpool, and whispered, "Who is it?"

"It's Lord Ghost King. Lord Ghost King has made an action." Wang Bawen said with an excited face.

"Ghost King Brother..." Zhuge Fuliang subconsciously raised his eyebrows and said, "What's wrong? I haven't seen you for hundreds of years. Has the cultivation of Brother Ghost King advanced to the realm of a half-step immortal?

Wang Bawen smiled and said, "Now Lord Ghost King has become the real master of the 18th level of hell. His strength is directly close to the realm of the ghost master. Even Queen Yan has become a person under Lord Ghost King. Otherwise, we would not have been fighting the ghost world from the 18th level of hell."

Zhuge Buliang swallowed his saliva. The last time he entered the 18th floor of hell, although the ghost king's cultivation was several levels higher than his own, he absolutely did not reach the level of ghost master, that is, the realm of half-step immortals. I didn't expect that in just a few hundred years, the strength of the Ghost King would progress so fast. Together with the gorgeous queen who is the overlord of the 18th floor of hell, she has become a figure under his command.

"Enter the ghost world? Are you going to rebel? Zhuge Bliang said in astonishment.

"Rebellion? It's not right either." The little ginseng fruit said, "I heard that there is a passage to the Honghuang Fairyland in the ghost world. We want to enter the Honghuang Fairyland through this fortress. Boy, you should also come from the Honghuang Fairyland now.

Zhuge Buliang smiled bitterly and was about to speak. In the bloody whirlpool, a completely energized ghost face emerged to cover the void. The huge grimace is like a demon lord looking down at the vast land.

"Retreat!"

The huge grimace shouted, and then dissipated invisibly.

Wang Bawen glanced at a group of black armored ghosts who followed him, waved the black knife in his hand, and shouted, "Go back to hell first and wait for the order of the ghost king."

"Wow!"

A large group of black armor ghosts rushed into the bloody whirlpool and disappeared into the bloody whirlpool in the blink of an eye.

"Lord Zhuge, come back with me to see Lord Ghost King." Wang Ba's plague.

Zhuge Bliang frowned. He originally wanted to find the reincarnation mirror when he entered the ghost world this time, but he didn't expect to catch up with the battle between the ghost world and the 18th floor of hell. In the present situation, it is impossible for me to stay alone in the ghost world. In desperation, he could only follow Wang Bawen and Xiao ginseng fruit back to the bloody whirlpool.

"Hahaha~~~~ Ghost King! As long as I guard the ghost world for a day, you can't escape from hell!" A laughter came from the distance, and an old man's face condensed in the void, looking at the direction of the bloody whirlpool.

"This is the Ghost King..." Zhuge Bliang turned his head and looked at the energetic old man's face in the distance, and disappeared into the bloody whirlpool with Wang Bawen.

The light and shadow in front of him changed, and then Zhuge Bright appeared in a strange world. This is a yellow ocean. The yellow sea is like a yellow spring and like corpse water. Zhuge couldn't help frowning, but he didn't smell the rotten smell of the corpse. It can be seen that these yellow sea water is not corpse water.

"This is the first layer of hell." The little ginseng fruit said, carrying the spiritual tree, glanced at Zhugebuliang, and said, "The boy who received a thousand knives, have you really entered the Honghuang Fairyland?"

"Ye-huh." Zhuge nodded without a bright spot.

"How is that world now?" The little ginseng fruit jumped on Zhuge's shoulder, sat down leisurely, and kept looked at Zhuge's unliang.

Zhuge laughed and said, "It's okay. What's wrong? Have you ever been to the Honghuang Fairyland?

"Isn't this nonsense? Answer my question quickly." The little ginseng fruit pled a wisp of Zhuge's hair.

Zhuge Fuliang said, "The Honghuang Fairyland is now divided into three major regions, the Eastern Region, the Western Region and the Southern Region, and the three emperors are in charge of each. There are many immortal sects in each of the three regions, and there are countless strong people. That's all in general. I'll tell you the other details when I have time.

"Three domains? What about the northern region? The little ginseng fruit stared curiously at Zhuge Fuliang.

Zhuge buting's heart moved slightly, and it seemed that his guess was really good. This little ginseng fruit, the gorgeous queen and the ghost king must have been practitioners of the Honghuang Fairyland before. The Ghost King and the Queen must have been super strong before, otherwise they would not have kept their memories after death.

As for the little ginseng fruit, Zhuge Butliang doesn't know its specific origin, and how it fell to Kyushu. Let's go to see the ghost king first." Wang Bawen urged, and now flew to somewhere in the sea with Zhuge Fujiang and Xiao ginseng fruit.

Following them the vast Guixiu army, Wang Bawen has the posture of a general and flies in the front of the Guixiu army. Zhuge Buliang looked at him. It seemed that it was right to take him to Brother Ghost King at the beginning. Looking at the boy, he is also doing well now.

Not long after, a palace suspended over the sea appeared in front of him. The huge palace was like a wild murderer. Around the palace, there were a large number of ghosts and black clothes. There are also some people wearing different forms of clothing. It can be seen that the people stationed in this palace are not only the subordinates of the Ghost King and Queen Yan.

Wang Bawen introduced: "Since the Demon King's cultivation progressed to the realm of the ghost master, he has planned to break through the shackles of the 18th floor of hell. In just 20 years, Lord Ghost King has hit the first layer of hell from the 18th floor of hell and subdued the other kings of 17 layers of hell. Now the other kings of 17 layers of hell are willing to submit to Lord Ghost King.

Zhuge didn't nod his head. It seems that for hundreds of years, Brother Ghost King has not been idle and created his own foundation in the 18th floor of hell.