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Chapter 1809 No. 17 Layers of Hell

The entire No.17 hell, looking around, looks like a dark grassland with no end in sight.

On the ground, a short black grass grows.This kind of grass has only one rhizome, on which grows a flat and long leaf, only three inches high, which looks inconspicuous.

In addition to the black grass, you can also see some stones of different sizes scattered here and there.Add a little different color to the monotonous grassland.

While breathing, there is not even the slightest bit of aura filling this place, and even the air has a decayed and long-sealed aura.

After appearing here, Dongfang Mo and the others looked around, sizing up carefully.

The only thing that surprised them here was that compared with every level of hell they had walked through before, there was no aura in the entire No. 17 level of hell.

However, they were not surprised when they thought that in the No. 16 and No. 17 hells, all the monks in the half-ancestral realm were suppressed.

You must know that half-ancestral monks, even if they have no aura, have no effect on them.

In addition, the No.17 hell is silent, and no movement can be heard.

"This is really a ghostly place..." After looking around, he heard Gusu's wild words.

Although the rest of the people did not speak, they obviously agreed with what he said.

"Mother, I don't want to be here."

At this moment, Mu Wan'er looked at Mu Ziyu and said.

Ever since she stepped into the No.17 layer of hell, she has been holding Mu Ziyu's neck tightly, and looking around nervously.

"It's like a tomb." Ting Chan left his mouth again.Because in the entire seventeen layers of hell, there is no life.

Mu Ziyu took a deep breath, then looked at several people and said, "Everyone, even if this deity has broken through to the half-ancestor realm, you have seen the result. Not to mention me, even if more than twenty half-ancestors joined forces, in the end The result was also suppressed by the Buddha. So now, you don't have to put your hope of going out on the deity."

Hearing this, Gu Suye and the others looked a little calm.

"According to my deity, if you still want to go out, you can only rely on yourself." Mu Ziyu said again.

Gusuye and Jianli all understood the meaning of her words.

They have been together for hundreds of years, but now that they are in a desperate situation, it is time to separate.And they also have this idea in their hearts.

Because of the current situation, holding a group is not a good choice for them.

"A hundred thousand miles behind me, there is a low mountain. I will be retreating there for a short period of time. Let's go together for a while. If you need anything in the future, you can come to find me there." Mu Ziyu continued road.

"In that case, thank you very much, I will take my leave first." Just listening to Ji Li said.

After finishing speaking, she slightly arched her hands towards Mu Ziyu and the others, then turned around, stomped the crutch in her hand, and shot towards a certain direction.

Chanli actually left as soon as he said it, very simply.

After knowing that her back disappeared, everyone looked away.

The rest of Gu Suye and Dongfang Mo looked at each other, Gusuye saw a trace of peace in Dongfang Mo's eyes.

Based on his relationship with Dongfang Mo and his friendship, Dongfang Mo would not hide anything from him about the way out.

So he also cupped his hands towards the two, "I'll go around to see what's so special about this place."

"Brother, be careful all the way." Dongfang Mo saluted him back.

And Mu Ziyu just nodded slightly.

Mu Wan'er watched Gusuye's farewell, still drooping her head, looking listless.

She didn't understand that perhaps this farewell between Gusu and Ye would last for dozens or even hundreds of years, or even longer.

Seeing Mu Wan'er pouted, Gu Suye shook his head, then turned and left.

So far, only Mu Ziyu and Dongfang Mo are left here.

At the same time, the two also looked at each other, their eyes locked together.

Carefully planning for hundreds of years, during this period, in order to break through to the half-ancestor, the two even accidentally gave birth to blood descendants.But I don't want the final result, but the bamboo basket fetches water in vain.

"Junior Brother Dongfang, no matter what, sister, I can break through to the half-ancestor realm, I still have to thank you." After a while, I heard Mu Ziyu speak.

Dongfang Mo smiled slightly, "No need to thank you."

At first they had to use that special method in order to leave this place.Thinking about it now, even if he couldn't leave, Dongfang Mo would not regret his original actions.

"Sister, I have some questions I want to ask you. I wonder if you have time."

"It happens that Pindao also has a small favor, and I want to ask Senior Sister Mu for help." Dongfang Mo said with a smile.

"In that case, let's go." Mu Ziyu nodded.

After she finished speaking, she aroused a layer of stellar energy, and after covering Dongfang Mo and herself, the two of them took Mu Wan'er and galloped all the way to the direction behind them.

Her destination is the dwarf mountain a hundred thousand miles away.

The half-ancestors in the No.16 and No.17 layers of hell have been suppressed here for countless years, and they are all in different areas.

Although he is a newcomer, Mu Ziyu also plans to choose a place first, and stabilize his cultivation in the early stage of the half-ancestral realm.

Although there is no aura here, it has no effect on half-ancestral monks.

In addition, what she comprehended was the law of time, the power of this supreme law, which has no requirements for the location of cultivation.Because no matter where she is, time will be lost, and she who understands the law of time can continue to practice.

After the two left, from the crack above the No. 17 floor, a series of figures appeared from small to large.

Some of these people are dressed in cassocks or monk robes, and some are dressed in different costumes.They are monks in the holy city, and some are monks in the sixteenth hell.

They also thought the same as Dongfang Mo and others, perhaps in the deepest No.17 layer of hell, they will find a chance.

With Mu Ziyu's speed, they arrived at their destination in a short while.

I saw that in front of me, there was indeed a low mountain that didn't look very eye-catching.

After arriving here, Mu Ziyu escaped into the mountain.Then Dongfang Mo took the initiative to excavate a cave inside the mountain.

Along the way, Mu Wan'er, who buried her head on Mu Ziyu's neck, kept mumbling that she didn't like this place.

Mu Wan'er has lived in Qiancheng for more than a hundred years. The sunny and bustling Fancheng is naturally not comparable to the lifeless No. 17 hell.

"Hey……"

Standing in the cave, Mu Ziyu let Mu Wan'er down while sighing.

It's fine that she and Dongfang Mo were suppressed here, but Mu Wan'er has been in the [-]th floor of hell since she was born, which made both of them feel a little guilty.

At the same time, the desire to leave the eighteenth level of hell in their hearts became stronger.

After being placed on the ground, Mu Wan'er sat directly on the ground, still dejected.

Dongfang Mo took a slight breath, then took out the whisk and swept it lightly.

In an instant, a law of vitality permeated the cave.Under Mu Wan'er's gaze, a kind of emerald green vines grew on the wall of the cave, continuously covering the entire wall.At the same time, there was a faint light shining from the vines, making the cave extremely bright.

On the ground, there are small flowers and grasses emerging.

Following Dongfang Mo's knuckles and ejections, his mana was condensed into flying butterflies, and they began to flap their wings among the flowers.

"what!"

After seeing this scene, Mu Wan'er's eyes brightened. She got up and started chasing butterflies all the way in the cave. At the same time, she could hear her cheers continuously.

After seeing this scene, Mu Ziyu was a little surprised at first, and then she nodded slightly, looking at Mu Waner with soft eyes.

At the same time, she only heard her say: "What happened to my junior brother before!"

While speaking, her eyes kept falling on Mu Wan'er.

She could clearly see the pain on Dongfang Mo's face before.

"Senior Sister Mu can check it out for herself, this is what Pindao wants your help to do." Dongfang Mo said.

"Oh?" Mu Ziyu became interested and looked at him at the same time.

Next, Dongfang Mo told Mu Ziyu about the lotus in his body, but he didn't say the origin of it.

Mu Ziyu was extremely surprised when he learned that there was a lotus seed in his dantian that could not be taken out as if it had taken root.

So at Dongfang Mo's request, she checked the lotus in his body.

Moreover, she, who had advanced to the half-ancestor realm, also used several methods to try to get the lotus out.But the final result was that from the cave, Dongfang Mo gritted his teeth tightly and squeezed out a roar from between his teeth.

This scene was blocked by a layer of Gang Qi inspired by Mu Ziyu to avoid being seen by Mu Wan'er.

Mu Ziyu's several methods can't shake that lotus in the slightest.It was as if the son lotus had grown into a whole with Dongfang Mo's dantian.

With no results, Mu Ziyu could only stop.Dongfang Mo took a deep breath and relieved the severe pain remaining in his body.

Even Mu Ziyu, the half-ancestor, couldn't shake the lotus in his body at all. It seemed that it was just as Dongfang Mo thought. This lotus might not be as big as he thought. opportunity.This thing may have been of great help to him at the beginning of his cultivation, but in the end, it was a deadly guillotine.

After thinking about it again and again, Dongfang Mo didn't tell Mu Ziyu what he thought about King Jinglian, but kept this matter in his heart.

Dongfang Mo calmed down after soaking a stick of incense in the cave.

At this time, a look of solemnity appeared in his eyes, and then he took off a storage bag at his waist, and put it in front of Mu Ziyu.

"What is this?" Mu Ziyu asked.

"Senior Sister, try to see if you can open this thing."

This storage bag is exactly the one suspected to be left behind by the ancestor of Sanqing, and it is also the thing Qingfeng Wuhen, the suzerain of the Qingling Dao Sect, has been looking for for thousands of years.

(End of this chapter)