A brick into the fairyland

In the entire eighteen layers of hell, only purgatory is the real core, and other places are the periphery of the eighteen layers of hell.

When Wang Bawen said that, everyone was shocked, even the middle-aged ghost cultivator took a step back in surprise.Who in the entire eighteen floors of hell doesn't know where the purgatory is, it's the place where the big monsters are suppressed, and every one of them is a super terrifying existence.

Yan, the overlord of one side of the eighteen levels of hell, came out of purgatory to lead a side of ghost cultivators.

It can be said that all those who come out of purgatory are terrifying figures.

"You and you really walked out of purgatory?" The middle-aged ghost cultivator's eyes flickered, obviously a little disbelieving. [

And Wang Bawen was also guilty for a while, in fact, he didn't know whether Zhuge Buliang had really walked out of purgatory, but he could hear some clues from his words, but at the moment he couldn't care less.Not to mention whether Zhuge Buliang is looking for the truth from purgatory, if it is true, the ghost cultivators in the whole town will be killed in an instant.

The ghost cultivators were astonished, and looked at Zhuge Buliang and the others in amazement. Since they came out of purgatory, could they be at the same level as Yan?

This is the thought of all ghost cultivators at the moment.But they didn't know that Zhuge Buliang was not a murderous creature suppressed in Purgatory, but happened to appear in Purgatory by chance.

"Hmph, Wang Bawen, do you think this kind of statement is credible? How could there be so many masters coming out of purgatory at once?" Feng Hui sneered coldly: "And if you come out of purgatory, it will definitely cause trouble in the entire eighteen levels of hell." Shocked, but we have not received any wind, do you think that this kind of lie will be believed?"

"I" Wang Bawen immediately responded.

"Hmph, let's talk about it, you are clearly protecting these strangers!" Feng Hui sneered.

Immediately, everyone was relieved and let out a sigh of relief, obviously believing Feng Hui's words, only the middle-aged ghost cultivator still lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something.

Zhuge Buliang's eyes were cold, and he looked at the ghost cultivator named Fenghui. This person aimed at him everywhere, which made Zhuge Buliang feel disgusted.

Stared at by Zhuge Buliang's icy eyes, Feng Hui immediately felt a shock in his soul, and hurriedly kept his mouth shut.

The middle-aged ghost cultivator took a step forward and said, "Let me ask you again, did you really come out of Purgatory?"

"Yes!" Zhuge Budian nodded.

What he said was the truth, he and others had indeed come out of purgatory.As for whether it was the murderous thing guarding in Purgatory, he didn't ask, and he didn't need to tell the truth.It's good to keep a little suspense.

The middle-aged Ghost Cultivator frowned, and said, "Isn't it, you'll know if you try it!"

After all, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from the middle-aged ghost cultivator, pushing the people around him back.

Zhuge Buliang stood there like a rock, he made Fei'er, the monkey and the little ginseng fruit back to the side.Facing the powerful aura of the middle-aged ghost cultivator, Zhuge Buliang took a step forward, his clothes rattling.

"boom!"

The black air around him suddenly rushed out of the middle-aged ghost cultivator's body, forming a huge black vortex, and swallowed it towards Zhuge Buliang.

This is a unique skill of ghost cultivators, called devouring, which can swallow the souls of other ghost cultivators alive to improve their own strength.

At the same time, the seven acupoints in Zhuge Buliang's body moved, and the purple true energy exploded, forming a purple vortex on the top of Zhuge Buliang's head, facing the sky. [

"puff!"

The purple vortex swirled, swallowing the black vortex shot by the middle-aged ghost in an instant, and disappeared completely.

"what!"

The faces of all the ghost cultivators immediately changed, and the middle-aged ghost cultivators also showed incredible expressions.

Even Zhuge Buliang was a little surprised, he knew that the body of the Seven Star Treasure had the function of devouring, and could devour the essence of the magic weapon, but he didn't expect that it could even devour the yin energy of ghost cultivators, but he didn't know if it could devour the soul.

Thinking of this, Zhuge Buliang grinned grimly, and the purple vortex pressed down in the air, pressing towards the middle-aged Guixiu.

The face of the middle-aged ghost cultivator changed color, and he raised his palms to the sky, and the black energy condensed into a huge sword and slashed towards the air.

But swallowed by the purple vortex, the giant sword immediately took shape and merged into the purple vortex.The purple vortex pressed down, enveloping the middle-aged ghost cultivator.

Immediately, the middle-aged ghost cultivator felt his yin energy passing away rapidly, and at the same time, his soul seemed to be torn apart by the suction force in the purple vortex.

"No!!!" The middle-aged ghost cultivator let out a roar: "No! My lord, spare your life, spare your life!"

Wang Bawen looked at Zhuge Buliang with a complicated look on his face, and said in a low voice: "Please spare his life, don't kill him."

Zhuge Buliang's eyes were dead silent, but his thoughts changed sharply. He still doesn't know much about the eighteen levels of hell, so it's not easy to cause trouble easily.Immediately, the purple vortex disappeared, releasing the middle-aged ghost.

The middle-aged Guixiu squatted on the ground and panted heavily. Just a few seconds ago, he felt that his soul body was about to shatter, and most of the yin energy in his body disappeared, and his cultivation base was also cut off. up.

In this matter, all the ghost cultivators dared not speak, Zhuge Buliang's domineering means suppressed everyone, and now no one would believe that they walked out of purgatory.

The ghost repairer named Feng Hui lowered his head with a gloomy expression, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

"Thank you, thank you for your life." The middle-aged ghost cultivator also felt the terror at this moment. Just a moment ago, he was swallowed by the purple vortex, which cut off half of his cultivation base.He knew that the other party was showing mercy, otherwise he would immediately be lost in the purple vortex.

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

Since the other party regards him as a master, then he simply pretends to be b.

"Yes, yes, my name is Zhou Bin, and I'm the manager here." The middle-aged ghost cultivator named Zhou Bin said.

"Arrange a place for me to live in, and don't tell any ghost cultivators about my appearance, and you too!" Zhuge Buliang looked around at everyone, and said softly, "If anyone leaks the news, I'll kill him!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Zhou Bin nodded repeatedly, while the other ghost cultivators hung their heads and dared not speak out.

Fei'er stood aside, giggling and said: "It's still my master who is very good, he cleaned it up in two or three strokes." [

Little Ginseng Fruit murmured softly: "This kid pretends to be cool, he has a good posture and has a future."

Under Zhou Bin's arrangement, Zhuge Buliang temporarily settled in the small town.And Wang Bawen took care of him even more. After learning about Zhuge Buliang's strength, he served him like a grandfather.And his status in the small town has also improved a lot. Many people nodded respectfully when they saw Wang Bawen.

Instead, let the grandson Hu pretend to be powerful.

"I said bastard, I have something to ask you." The little ginseng fruit said.

"My name is Wang Bawen." Wang Bawen said, with black lines on his forehead.

"All right, all right, the name is just a code name, so what's the name?" Little Ginseng waved his hand: "Do you know where Yan's jurisdiction is?"

"Oh, that's far away. The [-]th hell is huge. We are now under the jurisdiction of the King of Ghosts, and the jurisdiction of Queen Yan is in the extreme south." Wang Bawen thought for a while and said.

The little ginseng fruit sighed, and lay on the bed with the little tree on its pillow, lost in thought.

Zhuge Buliang sat on the side, looked at the little ginseng fruit, and said, "Why are you looking for Yan? Could it be that you know each other?"

"Never mind your fucking business!" Little Ginseng Fruit rolled his eyes.

Zhuge didn't speak clearly, and took a sip of tea depressed.

At this time, the gray-haired monkey jumped out from nowhere, holding two bright red fruits in its hands and one in its mouth.Throw one of the red fruits in his hand to Zhuge Buliang.

"It's such a pure essence, there are spirit fruits in the eighteenth hell?" Zhuge Buliang was surprised.

Suddenly, Wang Bawen had a look of surprise on his face, and then the halazi was about to flow out, saying: "It's Chilian fruit, where did you get it?"

"Do ghost cultivators also take spiritual fruits?" Zhuge Buliang asked.

Wang Bawen stared at the vermilion fruit tightly, and said, "Yes, yes, refining the essence in the spirit fruit and transforming it into Yin power can improve a lot of cultivation."

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

"Squeak!" The gray-haired monkey scratched its ears and gesticulated randomly.

Zhuge Buliang had a headache watching it, and couldn't understand what it was talking about.However, monkeys seem to have a special sensitivity to these spiritual objects in the world, and they can always find some strange things.When he was in Qingzhou, it was this little monkey who first discovered the small ginseng fruit and the spiritual vein.

"Cut, this kind of fruit is not enough to look at, and the top is considered to be a middle-to-high-grade spiritual fruit." The little ginseng fruit yawned, turned over and said.

"Yeah, how can these Chilian fruits compare with you, a little guy who has become a spirit. If I eat you, maybe I will directly break through to the stage of transformation." Zhuge Buliang said jokingly.

The little ginseng fruit shrank its neck and stopped talking.

Zhuge Buliang said: "Call Fei'er, Monkey, take us to the place where you found Chilianguo."

Mayfair was placed in another house because she was a girl.Zhuge Buliang and the others called Fei'er and left the town. Not long after, they came to a barren mountain.

"This place where the birds don't shit, there is not even a single plant, will there be spiritual fruits?" Zhuge Buliang doubted.

"Squeak!" The monkey seemed extremely dissatisfied with Zhuge Buliang's doubts, and barked its teeth and claws at him.

The monkey led them around, and found a naturally formed burrow, which was somewhat similar to the burrow where the little ginseng fruit was, with the same fork in it.

The monkey walked in front, showing no sign of vigilance, and swaggered into the cave.

The cave led all the way to the ground, and after walking for more than half an hour, Zhuge Buliang suddenly felt a breath of heaven and earth essence, and wondered in his heart, could there really be a spiritual fruit bred here.

"Wow, so many little stars." Mayfair's eyes were fascinated.

On the top of the cave, red dots of light flickered, and the monkey pointed at the red stars on the top of the cave and shouted, obviously these were the so-called Chilian fruits.