Zhuge Buliang turned a deaf ear to Qiao Ming's words and only focused on chatting with Wang Bawen and Little Ginseng Guo. He did not pay attention to this ghost fairy at all. "Bastard! If you are someone who helps evil, you will only die!" Qiao said.

A ferocious look appeared on Ming's face, the purple scimitar in his hand surged with soul power, and a sharp blade turned into a purple dragon again and bit into Zhuge Buliang.

Zhuge Buliang glanced coldly at the purple dragon that was getting closer and closer to him. He calmly raised his hand, stretched out his five fingers, flexed his fingers to grasp, and tore the purple dragon into pieces with his bare hands.

"What!" Qiao Ming was startled, and the fingers holding the purple scimitar turned white.

"Huh!" Zhuge Buliang snorted coldly. He took a step forward and appeared directly in front of Qiao Ming the next moment. He pressed his palm forward. Purple air spurted out, and a large area of ​​purple air spread towards Qiao Ming, accompanied by

A shockingly huge pressure.

"Yeah" Qiao Ming groaned, his face suddenly turned pale, he staggered back and couldn't turn over. He couldn't even move a finger because of Zhuge Buliang's pressure. He was half-kneeling.

On the ground.[

"Has the cultivation of this boy who suffered a thousand cuts improved so much?" Little Ginseng Guo said in surprise.

"Yes, compared with the previous boss Zhuge, he is simply in the sky and on the earth." Wang Bawen couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and said.

The little ginseng fruit was carrying the spiritual tree, with a gleam in his eyes, and he whispered: "It seems that this boy has entered the immortal realm, otherwise it would be impossible for the mortal world of Kyushu to create such a powerful cultivation level."

"The Immortal Realm!? Is that the place we are going to?" Wang Bawen's eyelids trembled and he said in surprise.

"Bang!"

Under Zhuge Buliang's strong pressure, Qiao Ming's body flew backwards like a cannon, and his soul became weak and pale, as if it would collapse at any time.

A group of ghost fairies from the ghost world looked at this scene with fear in their hearts. Qiao Ming was considered a master among the ghost fairies. However, under the hands of this young man who appeared mysteriously, he was killed without any resistance.

It flew away without the opponent actually making a move.

Zhuge Buliang clapped his hands and was about to turn around. Suddenly, a huge and almost breathless sense of oppression came. Zhuge Buliang suddenly turned around and stared into the distance, his pupils shrinking tightly.

The sky was torn apart in the void, and a big milky-white crystal hand protruded from it. The sky seemed to be crushed by this big milky-white hand. The sound of wind and thunder rumbled, and the big milky-white hand came over with the sound of wind and thunder.

He took a photo towards Zhuge Buliang.

"I bet, Boss Zhuge, be careful, it's a ghost master-level figure from the ghost world who has taken action." Wang Bawen shouted with a sudden change in his face.

The Ghost Lord is the highest symbol of ghost cultivation and the ruler of the entire ghost world. In the entire ghost world, there are two strong men of the ghost lord level, each guarding one side and they are the real defenders of the ghost world.

"boom!"

The milky white hand pressed down, and Zhuge Buliang completely changed his color, because he felt that the blow from the milky white 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 the same as the ghost master.

A master of the same level as the Emperor of the Ancient Immortal Realm.

"Being able to guard the ghost world clearly shows the strength of this ghost master." Zhuge Buliang thought to himself, his eyes becoming serious.

The purple energy in his body surged out, and Ban Brick appeared in his hand. It swayed in the wind and turned into a celestial monument, which was captured in Zhuge Buliang's hand. The Taiwu Heart Sutra and Longxuan Jin activated the brick, and Ban Brick swatted towards the big milky white hand.

"Boom!"

The big milky white hand collided with the bricks, and the mighty sound shook the world. Space cracks spread, and the sky almost collapsed.

"Yeah" Zhuge Buliang grunted, and his body flew out uncontrollably, and the bricks changed into their original appearance and flew back into Zhuge Buliang's body. Fortunately, Zhuge Buliang's body was strong, otherwise it would have been extremely difficult to withstand this blow.

It is unacceptable to be photographed into a pulp.

"Sure enough, he has the strength of a half-step immortal!" Zhuge Buliang frowned.[

"Boom!"

The big milky white hand withstood Zhuge Buliang's blow and became much weaker, but it still pressed forward.

"Boss Zhuge, retreat, he is a ghost master level figure, you are no match for him." Wang Bawen shouted from a distance.

"Buzz!"

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a big hand also emerged from the bloody whirlpool, but this big hand was completely opposite to the milky white hand. Black gas was steaming, and a large area of ​​death gas was submerged.

The big black hands and the big milky white hands collided instantly.

"boom!"

The entire world seemed to be submerged by this violent current, and the big milky white hands and the big black hands shattered one after another. The ghost cultivators surrounding them were thrown away by the impact.

Zhuge Buliang backed away with the brick in hand, retreated to Wang Bawen and Little Ginseng Fruit, turned around and looked into the bloody whirlpool, and whispered: "Who is it?"

"It's Lord Ghost King, Lord Ghost King has taken action." Wang Bawen said with excitement on his face.

"Senior Brother Ghost King" Zhuge Buliang raised his eyebrows subconsciously: "What? I haven't seen you for hundreds of years. Has Senior Brother Ghost King's cultivation level advanced to the realm of a half-step immortal?"

Wang Bawen chuckled and said: "Now the Ghost King has become the true master of the Eighteenth Level of Hell, and his strength is directly approaching the realm of the Ghost Lord. Even Queen Yan has become a subordinate of the Ghost King. Otherwise, we would not have started from the Eighteenth Level."

The layers of hell have been marked as the ghost realm.”

Zhuge Buliang swallowed his saliva. The last time he entered the eighteen levels of hell, although the ghost king's cultivation level was several realms higher than his own, he definitely did not reach the ghost master level, that is, the realm of a half-step immortal. Unexpectedly,

In just a few hundred years, the Ghost King's strength has developed so fast. Even the Yan Queen, who is the overlord of the Eighteen Hells, has become a figure under his command.

"Break into the ghost world? Are you planning to rebel?" Zhuge Buliang said in astonishment.

"Rebellion? That's not right." Xiao Ginsengguo said: "I heard that there is a passage in the ghost world leading to the Great Desolate Immortal Realm. We have to pass this fortress and enter the Great Desolate Immortal Realm. Boy, you should also be coming from the Prehistoric Immortal Realm now.

Bar."

Zhuge Buliang smiled bitterly, and just as he was about to speak, a ghostly face completely made of energy emerged from the bloody vortex, covering the void. The huge ghostly face was like a demon lord looking down on the vast earth.

"retreat!"

The huge grimace gave a deep roar and then disappeared.

Wang Bawen glanced at the group of black-armored ghost cultivators following him, waved the black knife in his hand, and shouted: "Go back to hell first and wait for the order from the Ghost King."

"Hurrah!"

A large group of black-armored ghost cultivators rushed into the bloody vortex and disappeared into the bloody vortex in the blink of an eye.

"Boss Zhuge, come with me back to see Lord Ghost King." Wang Bawen said.

Zhuge Buliang frowned. He originally entered the ghost world with the intention of looking for the Mirror of Reincarnation, but he unexpectedly caught up with the ghost world and the Eighteenth Level of Hell at war. Under the current situation, he could no longer stay alone.

In the ghost world, I had no choice but to follow Wang Bawen and Little Ginseng Fruit back into the bloody whirlpool.[

"Hahaha Ghost King! As long as I guard the ghost world for one day, you will never escape from hell!" A loud laugh came from the distant sky, and an old man's face condensed into shape in the void, looking in the direction of the bloody whirlpool.

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

The light and shadow in front of him changed, and then Zhuge Buliang appeared in a strange world. This was a yellow ocean. The yellow water was like a yellow spring and like corpse water. Zhuge Buliang couldn't help but frown, but

He did not smell the unpleasant smell of the rotting corpse. This shows that the yellow seawater is not corpse water.

"This is the first level of hell." The little ginseng fruit said while carrying the spiritual tree. He glanced at Zhuge Buliang and said, "Young man who suffered a thousand cuts, have you really entered the prehistoric fairyland?"

"Yes." Zhuge Bu nodded.

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

Zhuge Buliang smiled and said, "It's not bad, what? Have you ever been to the Ancient Immortal Realm?"

"Isn't this nonsense? Answer my question quickly." The little ginseng fruit tugged at a strand of Zhuge Buliang's hair.

Zhuge Buliang said: "The Ancient Immortal Territory is now divided into three major regions, the Eastern Region, the Western Region and the Southern Region. There are three emperors in charge of each. There are many immortal sects and great sects in each of the three major regions, and the number of strong ones is roughly the same.

If there are more, I will tell you the other details when I have time."

"Three major regions? What about the Northern Region?" Little Ginsengguo stared at Zhuge Buliang curiously.

Zhuge Buliang's heart moved slightly, and it seemed that his guess was indeed good. This little ginseng fruit, Queen Yan, and Senior Brother Ghost King must have been cultivators in the ancient immortal realm. Ghost King and Queen Yan must have been super powerful before.

Otherwise, the memories of life will not be retained after death.

As for the little ginseng fruit, Zhuge Buliang didn’t know its specific origins, and how it ended up in Kyushu. “Let’s go see the Ghost King first.” Wang Bawen urged, and he took Zhuge Buliang and the little ginseng fruit towards this fruit.

Fly to somewhere in the sea.

Behind them followed a mighty army of ghost cultivators. Wang Bawen looked like a general and flew at the front of the army of ghost cultivators. Zhuge Buliang looked at him and it seemed that he had brought him to Senior Brother Ghost King.

That's right, look at this kid, he's doing well now.

Not long after, a palace suspended above the sea appeared ahead. The huge palace was like a wild and ferocious beast. Around the palace, a large number of ghost cultivators were stationed, all wearing black armor and black clothes. There were also some wearing various shapes.

Different clothes. It can be seen that the people stationed in this palace are not only the subordinates of the Ghost King and the Yan Queen.

Wang Bawen introduced: "Since Lord Ghost King advanced to the realm of Ghost Lord, he has made plans to break through the shackles of the eighteenth level of hell. In just twenty years, Lord Ghost King has fought his way from the eighteenth level of hell.

The first level of hell has conquered the kings of the other seventeen levels of hell, and now the kings of the other seventeen levels of hell are willing to submit to the Ghost King."
Chapter completed!