The dark eighteen levels of hell are full of howls and roars.
Viewed from the sky, it is a large-scale group building site.
The man who called himself Brother Long was beaten up by a group of evil spirits and beaten to the point where he couldn't find the north. His already transparent soul was completely devastated.
On the other hand, there are more and more evil spirits as we fight them, and strange and weird ones appear one after another.
For example, that big guy is three to five feet tall. Not only is he physically majestic, but he also has three heads and six arms. His soul power is extremely majestic. He can knock Mr. Zhao into ashes with one step. .??.
More often than not, Zhao Yun would not dare to approach this guy.
There are many powerful beings like this here, each one more cruel than the last.
Pain has the advantage of pain. If you can't fight the powerful evil ghosts, you will take care of those little ghosts. Every time you kill one, you can get a ray of soul power to strengthen yourself.
Although Zhao Yun was miserable, after this wave of killings, his transparent soul body became much more solidified, and even if he cast one or two secret techniques, it no longer seemed so strenuous.
To sum up, pain brings happiness.
Can a person who is extremely hungry not be happy if he has food to eat?
"This little brat has some moral skills." Emperor Hades, who stayed awake most of the night, casually glanced at the eighteenth level of hell. Such a weak soul could withstand the siege of the evil ghosts in hell. If it had been someone else,
I'm afraid it would have been torn apart long ago.
It can be seen from this that this son's fighting state of mind is extremely high.
That's right, being besieged by the gods is not an ordinary thing.
Because of his unusual nature, he locked Zhao Yun in the Eighteenth Level of Hell, and he would not send him back to the original universe in a short period of time.
This man's talent is too strong, and given enough years, he will definitely be a powerful god. If one day the two universes start a war, wouldn't that be a hindrance to himself?
He is the emperor, the master of the underworld, and is responsible for his own universe.
In this case, it is still necessary to let that guy stay for a few more days.
At least, don't act rashly until you have clearly distinguished yourself from the enemy.
I don't know when the eighteen levels of hell finally returned to peace. The evil spirits fought and fought, but they all retreated in unison, crawled out from the ground, and retracted from the cracks in the earth without any delay.
In the dim world, Zhao Yun was left alone, swaying with his soul body riddled with holes.
This battle was fierce, and he was almost torn to pieces several times.
This battle was worth fighting, because he killed a lot of evil ghosts, gained a lot of soul power, and integrated it into his soul body, which was all nourishment.
"Why did you retreat?" Zhao Yun took a staggering step before standing still. He looked around in all directions, but there was no trace of him, and he didn't know the reason why he retreated. Did he come back?
He didn't think too much and hurriedly sat cross-legged. At the moment, the most important thing was to recover the scars. The evil ghost might come out again at any time. Only by strengthening himself can he have hope of survival.
He licked his wounds quietly without being disturbed.
The increase in soul body gave him great motivation.
If you can swallow the soul power when you see the sky, why do you need eight hundred years? You may be able to create the soul in just a few decades. In the eighteen levels of hell that never see the sky, any ray of soul power is precious power.
Three days later, he slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he did when he got up was to call to the sky, calling the Lord of the Underworld, and chatting with him every once in a while, there was a possibility of being released.
It's a pity that no one paid attention to him, and every call came to nothing.
He was used to it, he shouted a few times and then stopped, just like an idle tourist wandering back and forth in the dark, looking for food, well... that is, an evil ghost.
Whenever he saw a crack in the earth, he would lie down and take a look inside.
I still remember that evil spirits crawled out from these cracks, but after seeing
For a long time, he couldn't figure out the reason, because it was all dark and bottomless, and based on his current background, there was really no clue.
After searching for a long time to no avail, half of the evil ghosts were missing, which made him particularly depressed. Was he too strong? The evil ghosts didn't dare to come out for a walk anymore?
There were no evil spirits, so he dug holes and dug dirt to refine the power of the universe.
No matter how small a fly is, it is still meat. If you eat too much of the thin cosmic power, you can still fill your stomach.
boom!
There was a sudden boom outside, startling him so much that he couldn't stand still.
And the eighteen levels of hell also swayed three to five times.
"Is there no one who deceives me?"
Vaguely, he seemed to hear such a roar.
He didn't know whether it was an auditory hallucination or a real roar. Hearing this roar from his soul made his heart tremble. He had to be so angry to let out such a domineering roar from his voice.
"Dachu?"
Zhao Yun murmured, this was the first time he heard this word. It must be a force in this universe. I don’t know what the folk customs are like. Do they often lose their treasures, and do they often have fights with people? It’s just like the fairy world in the original universe. Damn it.
It never stopped.
"The Clan of the Heavens has finally returned." Emperor Huang and Emperor Ming, who were standing on the top of the mountain, both took a deep breath. Three hundred years have passed, and there have been too many blood, tears, life and death.
January passed quietly.
In the eighteenth level of hell, evil spirits came out again to cause trouble.
Mr. Zhao, who was still digging the hole, suddenly became energetic and had a conclusion in his mind. The evil ghost would only come out at a specific time.
As for what a specific time is, there is no specific concept.
It doesn't matter whether you know it or not, just eat whatever you have.
Zheng!
He used his soul power to form a sword and ran towards a group of little evil spirits.
After that, there was a scene of Brother Long showing off his might, one sword at a time, just like chopping down a watermelon. But whenever he saw a powerful evil spirit, he would turn around and run away.
A strong evil ghost is as tall as hundreds of little ghosts.
A gluttonous feast. This is a gluttonous feast just for him.
The more soul power is swallowed, the soul body will also solidify a lot.
As well as his own combat power and foundation, he will also increase accordingly. When he sees a powerful evil ghost, he will not be slapped with a slap. If he is lucky, he can still kill one or two.
Roar!
Maybe he killed too many and a more powerful evil ghost crawled out of the ground.
It was a dragon, a black dragon, with eyes like small wine jars, covered in blood.
Gudong!
Zhao Yun secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
This thing is huge! When it hovers in the air, it also has special effects of lightning and thunder, and evil spirits emerge from hell. This is the most powerful one he has ever seen, and it is also the one with the strongest soul power. Usually such existences
, are extremely powerful, and their power alone can crush his soul and twist it. If a dragon's tail swings over him, he will fall apart even if he doesn't die.
In a moment of surprise, the evil dragon pounced from the sky.
Zhao Yun did not dare to fight hard, and gave full play to his spirit of running away if he could not fight.
As soon as he ran away, the evil dragon chased him even more fiercely.
There were also a lot of evil spirits from Wuyang.
The Eighteenth Level of Hell was extremely lively. Even Emperor Huang and Emperor Hades from the outside world didn't know how to look at it. Look! This is really a living treasure. It can fight, resist and run away.
Running is a kind of spirit.
But if you can't run away, it will be uncomfortable.
This is what Mr. Zhao is performing at this moment.
His soul power was not as good as that of the evil dragon, but his speed was not far behind. As he ran, he was captured by the evil dragon, and he didn't even chew it, but ate it alive.