"bang!"
The man rose to the sky, and black gas made a face and hit the monkey.
Then, the man flew into the sky without looking back. He knew that he had met a hard role today and decided to retreat.
"go? Hey! " Zhuge cold hum, purple hand into the void, a palm to the man fell from mid-air.
"imprison him!" Zhuge don’t light drink a way.
Phyl nodded, and the mysterious totem flew out of her Ti and came to the man’s head. The totem pressed down and knocked the man to the ground.
Zhuge came to the front of the man before his body moved, and his purple hand fell, taking his body into the stratum, leaving only one head outside.
"Don’t be a few brothers, have something to discuss." The man showed a look of begging.
Zhuge crouched down before dawn and said, "I do have something to discuss with you."
"Ok, what do you want to know?" The man nodded frequently.
"Who are you?" Zhuge is not bright and his eyes are burning.
"I’m just a ghost monk. My name is Wang Bawen." The man said.
"Asked the tortoise?" Zhuge not bright face a change, directly on the top of the head of the word mercilessly knocked, m, very close to death still dare to play loquacious! The tortoise asks, which means whoever asks is the tortoise. This grandson dares to take advantage.
Wang Bawen shook his head and said, "My name is indeed Wang Bawen, Ba of Croton, and Wen of the plague god."
Zhuge didn’t look bright, which was better. "Tell me, what is this place?" he said. Is it a ghost world? "
"Ghost world?" Wang Bawen looked bitter and said, "How can the ghost world be so desolate like this? This is eighteen levels of hell, and the villain is a ghost in eighteen levels of hell."
"Eighteen layers of hell!" Zhuge immediately exclaimed when it was not bright.
Phyl behind him also looked surprised: "This is hell, and it’s eighteen layers of hell!" "
The little ginseng fruit said, "Wow, I said that the ghost world can’t be like this. I didn’t expect this to be eighteen levels of hell. Hey, that bastard told people how to get from eighteen levels of hell to the ghost world.
"Go to the ghost world?" Wang Bawen said with a bitter face, "If I knew how to get to the ghost world, I wouldn’t have to suppress it here for more than 200 years." ?
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Chapter 279 Hell Tribe
Not only Zhuge Liang and Fei Er, but even the little ginseng fruit showed surprise. Suddenly, Zhuge Liang remembered the stone tablet on Yinyang Road, and when he entered Jiuyou, he was beyond redemption.
I entered the legendary eighteen layers of hell, and it was really beyond redemption.
The little ginseng fruit shook his head with a bitter face: "It’s over, the gap with imagination is too big, how can it come to the eighteenth floor of hell?"
Phyl looked aggrieved and said, "Look, look, I told you not to mess around. How can I get out of such a horrible place now?"
Zhuge stepped on one foot before dawn, and the earth shook, and Wang Bawen was shaken out of the stratum. He quickly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Don’t kill me, don’t kill me."
Zhuge Liang said, "Tell me what the so-called eighteen layers of hell is?"
Now that we have come here, it’s too late to regret it. And Zhuge doesn’t always feel bright, and there seems to be something in his Ti that urges him to walk in here.
In a muffled voice, Wang Bawen said, "Eighteen levels of hell are vast. Generally, they suppress some vicious ghost practices or ghost practices that violate laws and regulations in the ghost world. It can be said that these eighteen levels of hell are the cages of the ghost world. The law of the weak Rou is more serious here than anywhere else, and you will be swallowed up by other ghosts. Because swallowing other souls can enhance your cultivation. "
After a pause, Wang Bawen looked at the faces of Zhuge Buliang and others and continued: "But in these eighteen layers of hell, they gradually formed their own unique situation. Now the whole eighteen layers of hell are ruled by two behemoths, one is the so-called immortal ghost king, with tens of thousands of ghost soldiers and hundreds of ghost generals, each of which is terrible. Moreover, the origin of this ghost king is mysterious. Whether in the ghost world or in the human world before his death, I have never heard of such a person. "
"There is another person named Yan. It is said that she ran out of purgatory and had her own power in the eighteen layers of hell."
"purgatory?" Zhuge suddenly frowned before dawn, remembering the inferno purgatory he had seen before, and could not help but ask, "Is that so-called purgatory a sea of fire with a large number of craters?"
"Right, right, right." Wang Bawen nodded again and again: "In every volcano in purgatory, a monster is suppressed, and the ghost named Yan Xiu came out of purgatory."
"Have you ever been to purgatory? You also came out of purgatory? " Wang Ba Wen looked at Zhuge with a face of surprise.
Zhuge did not answer him directly, but bowed his head in thought, wondering what he was thinking.
The little ginseng fruit suddenly thought of something and said, "Wow, you son of a bitch are lying. Since the eighteen layers of hell are the cages of the ghost world, then the ghost king and Yan are cultivating their own power here, and the ghost world can’t be unaware of it. Don’t you just care?"
Wang Bawen said, "Of course the ghost world knows, but they can’t help it. Because eighteen layers of hell is by no means an easy place to set foot in, in the ghost world, only the ghost saint has the ability to open eighteen layers of hell. Or ten temple Yamaraja together to open the channel of eighteen layers of hell. Moreover, with these two forces, the balance of eighteen layers of hell can be maintained, so the ghost world will not interfere. "
Zhuge didn’t nod his head. It turned out that things were so complicated. Thought of here, zhuge not bright heart a joy, since someone can open the channel of eighteen layers of hell, this shows that eighteen layers of hell is not always dusty, there is still a chance to leave here.
"What role is the ghost king and Yan?"
Wang Bawen said, "As I said just now, the origin of the ghost king is mysterious, and it seems that he has dominated this ghost world for ten thousand years. And that Yan, 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 bright.
Wang Bawen nodded: "It’s quite an old antique. No ghost repair has seen her true face. All I know is that she uses a huge bloody sickle to devour the dead. Any ghost repair that is swallowed by her will be forever stunned."
"What did you say! Blood sickle! " The little ginseng fruit suddenly shouted, "Wow, is it really a blood sickle that she used?" Is there a bloody chain at the end of the blood sickle? "
"Well," Wang Bawen thought about it and said, "I heard it from others, too. It seems to be the way it is."
The little ginseng fruit suddenly got excited: "Take me to see her!"
"Oh little ye, you’re kidding, the existence of that kind of strength, how can it be seen by ordinary ghosts? I’m afraid I’m not qualified to be a slave. " Wang Bawen’s face was bitter.
"How many secrets does this little thing still hide?" Zhuge looked at the little ginseng fruit without bright eyes and became deep.
Wang Bawen looked up at Zhuge Liang and whispered, "I told you, can you leave me alone?"
"It’s not that simple to let you go." Zhuge is not bright and cold.
"You don’t keep your word. I knew I had made you swear." Wang Bawen shouted, after all, for practitioners, the oath of poison is to be fulfilled.
Zhuge Liang said, "I didn’t say I would kill you. Since you know so much about eighteen layers of hell, why don’t you be our guide?"
"Guide?"
Zhuge nodded without highlighting: "We need to find a place to settle down first, and you can arrange it. Don’t play tricks, or I can take your rank even if you are thousands of miles away. "
"You are so reasonable." Wang Bawen said nothing.
After several people discussed, Wang Bawen decided to take them to a place first. After hearing the man named Yan, the little ginseng fruit has a preoccupied look, and will no longer talk or monkey around.
Eighteen layers of hell are much bigger than Zhuge Liang imagined. They flew for half a day and came to a place similar to a small town. Zhuge was slightly surprised that the sweet potato would also have towns or something.
Wang Bawen took them into the town, and immediately all the ghost repair tools in the town threw a surprised look at Zhuge Buliang: "A stranger is actually a stranger?"
"How did Wang Bawen come to the tribe with strangers?"
"Eighteen layers of hell have not seen a stranger for a long time."
"Strangers, they have devoured their souls, and the cultivation must advance by leaps and bounds."
Many ghosts show hot and greedy eyes.
Wang Ba Wen felt a little embarrassed. He looked back at Zhuge’s dull face and saw that the other person’s face was calm. He breathed a sigh of relief.