The little junior sister was born rebellious, and the heroine fell into a trap and buried her in the

Outside the Ten Thousand Ghosts Tower.

The moment the Thousand Ghost Tower automatically teleported people out, Sikong jumped up with joy.

"Hahahahaha, it's done, Si Ming, that girl really helped us guard the 19th floor."

He couldn't help but give Siming a thumbs up, "It had to be you. If you hadn't caught that girl's eye and pulled her over, they might have actually opened the Ten Thousand Ghost Tower."

After watching the entire battle between the offensive and defensive sides, she was basically the one setting the pace from beginning to end.

Although Pang Chuliang and others are not at the top level in cultivation, their ability to control ghosts is indeed excellent.

After wasting so much time and having so many blessings from the sealing array, I was still able to climb to the 18th floor.

If that girl hadn't stopped him, the 19th floor would have been opened.

Although the cultivation level of the big ghost on the 18th floor is close to that of the Ghost Lord, she cannot fully display her strength due to the inherent restraint of ghost masters and ghost cultivators.

It is only a matter of time before they are defeated.

Si Ming finally lost the restraint on his lips and nodded to Sikong, who was dancing happily, and then looked at Luo Zhangling and the other three who looked extremely ugly.

"Three of you, after this incident, I advise you to stay calm, otherwise I don't mind paying a certain price. Since the three of you were able to take charge of the afterlife, it is not impossible to replace you."

Luo Zhang ordered the three people's faces to be as black as ink.

Damn it, it was a good plan to catch Si Ming and the others off guard.

Who knew it would be completely ruined by a little girl who appeared out of nowhere.

If I had known them earlier, I would have been more cautious and only allowed people they invited to participate.

Or, when he knew that she was going to join the other side's camp, he should have investigated her identity as soon as possible, so as not to end up shooting himself in the foot.

Cui Zhengtai finally choked out unwillingly, "You are just lucky, what's there to be proud of?"

Sikong now hoped that they would choke with him, and he immediately became energetic when he heard this.

"Isn't luck a kind of strength? How do you know it's not destiny?"

"There are just a few idiots who are still trying to become the real lords of the underworld. I think even Heaven can't stand it anymore, so it sent someone here to stop you."

Three people, "..."

Being poked in a painful spot, even the king's judge couldn't bear it anymore.

"The Pluto Order stopped awakening a hundred years ago, but the power of the Rebirth Pool is still declining. We have been in charge of the Nether Rebirth for so many years, and we have always been fair and just, and have never been selfish. Why can't it be controlled by us?"

"We just want to make the underworld better."

Si Qingkong snorted and spat back, "It's only been a hundred years, but we have already started fighting for power. What if we give you thousands of years to practice favoritism? Haha, I'm afraid you all really want to be the Lord of the Three Realms."

As for the situation of the Pond of Rebirth, as long as it is not completely unusable, they only recognize the owner of the Pluto Order who was born naturally in the underworld.

"Save it, as long as Si Ming and I are here, you'd better put away your little thoughts."

"Otherwise, I don't know why I died."

Si Ming saw Huang Qianshan and others appearing one after another a few feet away from the Ten Thousand Ghosts Tower in front of him, and signaled Sikong to stop talking.

These things are not suitable for people in the world of immortality to know.

There are two extremes of sadness and happiness on Si Ming's side.

Here, the same goes for Huang Qianshan, Fangbeixiang and others.

Ever since he learned that Lu Lingyou had comprehended the ancient Immortal Demon Sealing Formation, Huang Qianshan already knew that they were most likely to be sure of it this time.

But when it came to this moment, I was still shaking with excitement.

Huang Xuanming even squatted down and started to cry.

The people next to him quickly comforted him, "Second brother, don't cry. This is a great thing. You can replenish your soul. With your talent, you will definitely be able to break through to the late stage of the Golden Core very soon. No, what is the late stage of the Golden Core?" Give you some time, Nascent Soul is no problem."

Huang Xuanming choked and nodded.

Yes, if it hadn't been for the damage to his soul back then, with his qualifications, he would only be in the middle stage of Golden Core now.

I recall that back then, when my eldest brother, my third brother and my fourth brother were just building the foundation, he was already in the golden elixir. But now they are all in the late stage of the golden elixir. He is the only one who has wasted so many years and has not made any progress in his cultivation.

It's not that he gave up practicing, but that his soul was greatly damaged.

Even if his cultivation reached the critical point of breakthrough, his family also gave him a magic weapon to prevent him from going crazy, but he tried it once and still almost went crazy, so he didn't dare to try again.

He didn't regret that he and his second uncle had used their soul power to bless the contracted ghosts in order to save the people, but it would be a lie to say that he wasn't sad.

Although neither his family nor his fiancée's family showed any disdain for him, his fiancée's family even offered to advance the wedding date. But for a person like him who may only reach the middle stage of the Golden Core in his lifetime, how can he have the nerve to delay others.

And even if people close to you don't say it, gossip from outsiders is always inevitable.

Everyone said that his genius had fallen, and that this would be the case for the rest of his life.

Now he finally has the opportunity to repair his soul and hopefully reach new heights. How could he not be excited?

At this moment, he really felt that he was very lucky to be on the same team as Miss Lu.

Huang Qianshan's eyes were also red, and he almost couldn't hold back tears.

He and Huang Xuanming are in similar situations.

Speaking of which, his talent is not inferior to that of Fang Beixiang and Pang Chuliang, but they have all become gods, and he is still in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

With his cultivation and status, no one dared to say anything in front of him.

But who hasn’t dreamed of ascending to immortality yet?

Because of this, he almost had a mental problem.

It's better now. Although he fell a little behind in the middle, he finally has the qualifications to catch up again.

The excitement in his chest was no less than that of Huang Xuanming.

But he was old and shameless, so he tried not to cry.

On the opposite side was the disgraced Fang Wushen and his party.

As soon as the disciples who were stranded on the lower floor came out, they couldn't wait to ask about the results.

But as soon as he rushed over, he saw Pang Chuliang looking like he was about to burp.

They were all stunned.

In the end what happened? How could Uncle Pang do this?

Well, Huang Qianshan's strength is not enough. That girl knows some evil tricks, but her own cultivation is enough to build a foundation, and it is impossible for her to be injured.

Then there is only one possibility...

Uncle Pang must have fought for 18 rounds with the most powerful ghost on the th floor.

Uncle Pang is spelled like this, and the 19th floor... "Has it been successfully opened?"

A group of disciples asked with hope, with gray faces and clear eyes.

Fangbeixiang spread his butt on the ground and didn't want to speak.

Fang Wushen looked sad and shook his head. He didn't dare to face everyone's eyes. "No, we...failed."

"Failed...failed?" Pang Qingqing screamed.

"What's going on? Tell me quickly. How could it fail?"

Fang Wushen wiped his face and said something, how they were tortured?

But a pair of eyes didn't let him go at all.

What can he do?

I can only tell the story again exactly as it is.

It was said that Lu Lingyou had created a sealing formation for them. How much effort did they use to break the formation? Moreover, the last two layers of the formation were strengthened and many of their magic weapons were wasted.

And how she united with the heads of each floor and used the bloody incense to trip them up.

Seeing the 18th floor, she suddenly revealed her cultivation and suppressed them forcefully. She even tricked Uncle Pang into a powerful killing formation that they had never seen before, causing Uncle Pang to almost die.

As Fang Wushen recounted everything that had happened, let alone Pang Qingqing and the others, they were aggrieved.

Even he himself was depressed, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys ached.

I'm just here to attack a tower, why the hell is it more uncomfortable than calamity?