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If nothing else, Wei Dongliu, who had red hair and heavy pupils at this time, did indeed look more like a devil than a devil.

Wei Dongliu didn't speak, and Daoist Luo came out to relieve the siege and said to the evil ghost:

"Don't ask more questions, don't forget that your palace lord promised not to interfere in our side's affairs."

"That said..." The evil ghost said hoarsely, continuing to look at Wei Dongliu in surprise.

It doesn't look like the humans on your side, does it?

However, Wei Dongliu didn't speak, and the evil ghosts didn't bother much, so he could only let go for the time being, but turned around when he turned around, and secretly informed him that he had gone up.

Walking on the streets of the city, Wei Dongliu looked down at his feet, and saw a faint red heat on the floor tiles, as if the temperature was extremely high, and even the soles of his boots were blackened.

Fortunately, his body was overflowing with demonic energy at this time, covering the surface of his body, so he didn't feel any burning at all.

"These eighteen hells are located under the nine secluded Huangquan, and the environment is harsh. They only accept some souls who are extremely sinful and are not allowed to be reincarnated." Luo Daochang casually chatted with him and introduced, "At first, it was just a bad place for exiled ghosts in Huangquan. , but as there are more and more souls, there will gradually be a city."

"The further down hell, the more severe the torment of the soul. As for the layer we are in, it is called 'Abi Wujian'."

"There is absolutely no spiritual energy here, and the heat is unbearable. Except for the evil Rakshasa ghosts, there is no way to live. Ordinary souls fall here from the upper hell, and they will immediately be caught by the evil Rakshasa ghosts, tearing the three souls and seven souls into pieces. , used as food and coins."

"The currency they use here is soul fragments?" Wei Dongchuu asked with a smile.

"Yes." Luo Daochang nodded and said, "What is the use of gold and silver treasures for evil ghosts? Only the soul can be eaten, and it is valuable."

"Among the Abi Demon Lords, the higher the status, the stronger the strength, the more souls they have. It is said that the previous Abifu Lord even obtained the 'Thousand Demon Demon Soul Sword', which contains a large number of souls, which are possessed by many Demon Lords. coveted."

"Later, a civil strife broke out in this layer of hell, and the previous Abifu Jun was besieged to death, and the Thousand Demon Soul Sword also disappeared."

Daoist Luo was chatting casually, but Wei Dongliu listened to it secretly, and suddenly asked:

"Thousand Demon Soul Sword? Isn't it the Immortal Sword of Intercepting Sect that Yin Ghost Dao has always been looking for, and is as famous as the other Ten Thousand Ghost Evil Sword? How did it get to the depths of this hell?"

"Who knows." Luo Daochang laughed.

Wei Dongliu snorted, secretly suspicious in his heart.

He felt that the other party was reminding himself not to expose the sword of ten thousand ghosts to this hell, otherwise it would inevitably lead to unnecessary disasters.

After all, the disguise he made on the Ten Thousand Ghosts Evil Sword might not be able to hide from an immortal's investigation.

However, if you think too much, I just didn't use the trump card's disguise.

"A Jing, in the future in hell, help me cover up the aura of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Evil Sword!"

"……Oh."

The two walked across the street and finally came to a building that looked like a palace.

"This is where our **** realm resides." Luo Daochang took out a mask from his sleeve, "Take it."

"Masked?" Wei Dongliu frowned slightly, thinking how could my handsome and evil face be covered by a mask? If I don't show the characteristics of the devil, how can I use the **** to brush the synchronization value?

"Our fellow disciples in the realm of **** have clear identities in the cultivation world, and we don't even know who the other is." Luo Dao said leisurely, "You don't want your identity to be known by others, do you?"

Wei Dongliu sneered in his heart, so what? My identity as Wei Dongliu is also fake.

However, he could hear the suzerain's implication: even fellow disciples in the realm of **** can't trust each other in the outside world. Once their own identity is known to the other party, there is a possibility of being stabbed in the back.

Why does this suzerain always like to talk and go around? If it wasn't for my super-intelligence, I really couldn't hear it.

Sighing indistinctly, Wei Dongliu put the mask cloth on his face, only to feel a cold black mist gushing out from under the cloth, which quickly covered his whole body tightly.

Luo Dao gave a long laugh, and also took out the magic weapon in the shape of a masked cloth, and let the black mist completely cover his body - not only did not have any physical features exposed, but even the consciousness was completely isolated.

"The sect master of the **** realm is not simple." Wei Dongliu said in his heart. "This kind of mechanism design has caused the monks in the whole **** realm to not know each other. Only the sect master has the information about everyone."

"That is to say, the entire **** realm is the highly centralized power of the suzerain, and everyone else... is a chess piece on the chessboard."

"Even if the chess piece can guess the player's thinking, it is difficult to have the ability to compete with it because he cannot look at the chessboard."

"On the contrary, chess players can take advantage of asymmetric information to easily manipulate the overall chess pieces to achieve their own strategic goals."

"This is also the reason why the **** realm has never been found." Qing Pingjian agreed, "because everyone is the periphery, and the only core is the **** realm sect master."

"As long as the other party stays in the depths of hell~www.wuxiamtl.com~ the realm of **** will not be discovered by anyone." Kunlun Jing also said with emotion.

"No." Wei Dongliu frowned suddenly, "Besides the sect master of the **** realm, there is another person... who also has a special status among them."

"You mean, the fortune-teller from Jian's family?" Qing Pingjian asked in surprise.

"Wait!" Kunlun Jing suddenly exclaimed, "I found a fragment of the Heaven Patching Stone!"

"Where?" Wei Dong shook his head.

"It's in the depths of this palace!" Kunlun Jing said firmly.

"Understood." Wei Dongliu nodded and said, "Don't worry Ajing, we can start planning after I have collected enough information about the **** realm."

Covered in black mist, he followed the sect master of Hell Dao, who was also covered in black mist, into the palace, passed through several corridors and corners, and finally came to a main hall.

I saw seven or eight figures standing in the hall, all covered in black fog, and their voices were hoarse and indescribable, unable to hear their voices:

"Any newcomers?"

"When was the last time a newcomer came in?"

"This time the newcomers don't seem to like to talk."

"Cough cough." Luo Daochang cleared his throat and said, "This is the new No. 9, who will join us in the future to plan a grand plan."

"Sect Master." Another black mist laughed, "Have you told him what is our plan in hell?"

"I'm going to talk about it in detail." Luo Daochang turned around, although the black fog covered his head, Wei Dongliu could still sense that the other party was looking at him, "Daoist No. 9, since you believe in fate, do you believe in fate? know..."

"In a thousand years, is this world doomed to irreversible destruction?" (To be continued)