Sword Master Ling Tian

"Miangong, it looks like we are really going to go down again."

Qin Mingyue's face was grim.

"Sister-in-law, the ghost tribe is not a good place. Between our two tribes, the well water never violates the river water. The ghost tribe lives in eighteen layers of hell, one layer more dangerous.

"The eighteenth floor is the place where the major ghost masters and ghost martial emperors practiced. There is a lot of space and forbidden areas. In many places, even the ghost masters and ghost martial emperors dare not get involved easily, and, Several of us..."

Wushuang said with a worried expression.

"No matter how dangerous there is, we will go down, but you don't have to worry too much. We have all encountered dangerous situations on the road of trial. Even if you can't believe me, don't doubt Brother Ling. ."

Lu Bu didn't care at all.

"Yes, don't worry, younger brothers and sisters, we will return safely. What I am worried about now is the younger brothers and sisters and children, as well as these people."

Ling Tian swept a group of Asura warriors from the Lu Bu tribe. It was nothing for them to go to the ghost clan, but what to do with these people was a question.

"Don't worry about me, I will take the human race to the place of cultivation of His Highness Ye Qingciao, I don't believe it, even if they are arrogant, they can still go wild in His Highness's place!"

Wushuangdao.

"Okay, I will send you and your son over, and then we will go to the ghost clan."

Lu Bu got up.

"Heal your wounds here now, and I will send my brothers and sisters over."

Ling Tian pressed Lu Bu down, his injury was about to recover, and he just got the Soul of Asura, he also wanted to consolidate it.

After the family bid farewell to each other, Ling Tian took Wushuang and a group of Asura warriors.

The place where Yeqing Cry practiced is called Wuliang Mountain, which is the highest point in the entire Asura Continent, not close to it.

At Xiaoqing's terrifying speed, it took a full month before he arrived.

"This is Wuliang Mountain?"

Coming under Wuliang Mountain, if it weren't for Wushuang to say that this was Ye Qingciao's training ground, Ling Tian really couldn't believe that a Martial Emperor would practice in this kind of place.

Because, within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, there is no breath of life, on the bare and barren land, there is only such an immeasurable mountain straight into the sky.

There was not much immortal spirit around at all, but the smell of blood was extremely heavy.

"Yes, Ye Qingcang is the first Asura of our Asura clan in 100,000 years. In these ten thousand years, she has hardly left Wuliangshan. I don't know why this time, His Royal Highness has left."

"I think, it's very likely, it's related to the ghost race."

Ling Tian thought for a while and asked, "Brother sister, hasn't anything unusual happened in the Asura Continent in the past hundred years?"

"abnormal situation?"

Wushuang frowned and thought for a while and said, "If you ask such a question, there is really one time."

"That was ten years ago, and our Asura warriors all heard the ringing of bells."

"The sound is extremely low, it seems to be ringing from the ground, and the sound of the bell stopped after thinking about it for nine days and nine nights."

"But after that, nothing else happened."

"The sound of the bell ringing for nine days and nine nights?"

Ling Tian frowned, this was quite unusual.

It is absolutely extraordinary to be able to make such a sensation in the Asura Continent.

Perhaps it was because of this bell that Emperor Shura Wu left Wuliang Mountain.

However, the clues are good. Ten years have passed now, and there should be nothing valuable.

"Sister, then you just cultivate here. I will leave a clone to protect you. When it's critical, my body can be teleported back to keep you safe."

Ling Tian left the earth system clone in this Wuliang Mountain, and then returned to the tribe with Xiaoqing, and after meeting with Lu Bu and others, headed to the Promise Abyss.

That is the place where the Asura Continent and the Eighteenth Hell of the Ghost Race connect, jumping out of the Promise Abyss is the realm of the Ghost Race.

However, this Promise Abyss is not deep, but everyone falls to the ground in the time of a cup of tea.

Looking at the gray world around, the spirits of various races wandering everywhere, Ling Tian felt a little faintly uncomfortable in his heart. This was a feeling of depression.

The same is true for Qin Mingyue.

From these souls, Ling Tian could see the cultivation base and race in front of them. What surprised Ling Tian was that, as Na Lu Bu said, these dead souls were not only from the Haotian Realm, but Ling Tian even I saw the spirits of warriors in the Feiyu Realm and the Sea Prison Realm.

Even more, there are some dead souls from the lower realms.

Just a glance, these dead souls came from no less than a hundred planes and fairy realms.

This is simply one of the hubs under the heavens.

Although it is the hub of the reincarnation of the dead.

"This is the first **** of the ghost clan, there is nothing strange here, don't want to go down, either have the permission of the ghost clan, or kill the ghost king who guards the passage."

Lu Budao.

"What is the cultivation base of the ghost king?" Ji Jiuyou asked.

"The top ghost, the more you go down, the stronger."

"Then don't delay time, just kill it!" Ling Tian urged Xiao Qing at his feet.

The latter suddenly fluttered his wings, and within this hell, a terrifying gust of wind rushed towards the direction of the ghost king.

Perhaps Xiaoqing's figure and aura are too terrifying, and the dead souls in this layer are trembling.

Soon, everyone found the so-called ghost king.

The King of Ghosts is extremely large, measuring thousands of feet.

But the realm and combat power of the top Immortal Venerable are simply not enough to see, and the ghost king has escaped before everyone makes a move.

In this way, everyone went down layer by layer without encountering any obstacles.

Killed until the eighteenth floor!

At the entrance of this floor, everyone finally met some familiar faces.

That is the ghost master of Yama and the quasi emperors of the ghost clan!

They seemed to have received the news that Ling Tian and others had come to the Ghost Race, and they were waiting before the eighteenth hell.

"Hehe, what, Ghost Lord Yama, you are here to stop me waiting for my way!?"

Standing on Xiaoqing's back, Ling Tian sneered.

Since he dared to come this time, there was nothing terrifying, even if the ghost clan Emperor Wu came, it wouldn't work.

Lu Bu also stepped forward and looked at the Yama ghost master and said coldly: "Yan Luo, let me ask you, where is my dad!"

And the quasi emperor such as the Hades Ghost Lord looked at Xiao Qing with fiery eyes, and then withdrew his eyes.

Yan Luo smiled and said: "Hahaha, the lord of Lingtian is serious, how dare we stop you with the fighting power of ghost lord."

"I'm waiting here, in fact, I was ordered to greet you, I'm waiting for the ghost clan, welcome Your Majesty Ling Tian, ​​to the eighteenth hell!"

"Ordered!? Whose order?"

Ling Tian frowned.

"Ghost Wudi, Jialuo."