The First Sword of the Earth

These two basketball-sized balls full of technology are floating in front of the Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes and flying imperial objects. Not only are there no inconsistencies, but there is also a strange sense of "harmony".

Wang Sheng was a little curious. He didn't know how the two balls flew up.

The voices of the female soldiers in the combat readiness group at the transfer station came from the speakers at the bottom of the ball, and there was no propulsion equipment underneath.

Well, it really is high technology.

If I rush out of the earth circle in the future and make some technological products on the earth, I can probably fool some immortals who have never seen the world, and exchange for some treasures or something...

What is foresight?

Wang Daochang had just broken through the Golden Core Realm at this time, and he had already started to make plans for Feixian's future. This is far-sightedness!

Listen to the introduction of the female warrior:

"There is a special magnetic field near each forbidden place in the 18th floor of hell, and various instruments will fail. It may be because of this reason that we have not found the special passage that Sect Leader Shen said, and we need you to check it yourself.

After analyzing the data of the third eruption of fairy light, the energy of fairy light erupted from directly below the 18th floor of hell. There are barriers on both sides of the rift valley, and there seems to be a gap at the connection between the barrier and the 18th floor of hell.

If the special passages in the 18th Hell cannot be passed through, you can try to find the path to the lower part of the 18th Hell by sticking to the periphery of the 18th Hell.

Well... that's what the experts at the institute said. "

"It's okay," said the great elder of the Diyin Sect, "I know where the passage is, everyone, please follow me."

After saying that, the Great Elder frowned, reached the edge of the round hole, and jumped down cautiously.

Although he is an elder of the Diyin Sect, he was just an 'ordinary' old man ten years ago, and he has some psychological shadows about the eighteenth hell.

Especially if you have to take the initiative to jump down.

But someone started, and the other Taoists are not timid and fearful. Since they came here, they have already made some psychological preparations.

A group of people jumped into the entrance of hell one after another, officially breaking into the eighteenth level of hell.

As soon as he entered the 18th floor of hell, he was plunged into darkness. Wang Sheng's eyes adjusted for a while before he could see the surrounding scene. The Taoist priests also fell quite cautiously, and the speed of the fall was not fast.

A cold breath pierced into the bone marrow, and it seemed to hear the shrill howling of ghosts.

However, before Wang Sheng had time to react, he felt that his left arm was tightly grasped by two small hands, and the senior sister's voice trembled slightly.

"It's so dark..."

I almost forgot my senior sister's lifelong enemy!

"Senior Sister, why don't you wait outside with Eldest Sister."

"don't want."

Mu Wanxuan's answer was quite decisive, and she took the initiative to let go of Wang Sheng's arm, expressing that she was already a strong and independent Golden Core cultivator who was not afraid of ghosts.

However, Wang Sheng stared at her eyes that were close at hand, raised his hand to hold the senior sister's little hand, and said in a low voice, "Follow me."

"Mn," Mu Wanxuan responded softly, and her little hand obediently held the palm of her junior brother.

A faint sigh suddenly floated from the side: "Oh, I am old, and there is no one to help me."

Wang Sheng said with a smile: "My senior sister is more than 768,400 years old!"

Mu Wanxuan let out a 'bah' immediately, while Xilian couldn't stop giggling.

"You two, be serious," Qing Yanzi turned around and reprimanded, "There is finally a tense atmosphere."

The senior sister and brother quickly bowed their heads and said yes, and followed up obediently.

The first floor of hell should be the most expansive section among the eighteen floors. It is over a thousand feet high. They fell for a long time before reaching the dark red ground.

These dark reds seem to be dried blood, before stepping on them, the cold breath rises straight up, and several Taoist priests with lower cultivation bases have to use their kung fu to resist.

Hearing a sword cry, the golden core in Wang Sheng's body trembled slightly, and the cold aura around him quickly subsided.

"Everyone, please come this way," said the Great Elder of the Diyin Sect, "We try to fly as close to the ground as possible, there may be some unaware restrictions somewhere.

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After saying that, the Great Elder took out a gossip plate, and there was a black wooden spoon inside the plate. At this time, the wooden handle of the spoon was pointing in a certain direction.

All Jindan monks followed the great elder of Diyinzong and flew for a while, and the two balls floating beside Qingyanzi heard a voice reminding again:

"That direction is one of the few undiscovered restrictions on the first floor."

But it proves from the side that the path they went to did not go wrong.

These two balls are mainly used as 'cameras', and the video data is still sent to the outside of the ghost gate through the transfer station.

From the birth of the ghost gate, the celestial light spewed out three times, to this moment, this moment, and this place...

Although there were some twists and turns, the monks of Dahua Kingdom still stepped into the deepest part of the underworld, and entered this mysterious "land of evil spirits".

Eighteen layers of hell.

Even if the first floor of hell is empty, no one dares to be careless, except the last one in the team...

Click, click, click!

It seemed to be the faint sound of evil spirits gnawing on the bones, but it was actually just... a certain fox half-immortal pulled out a bag of melon seeds.

While stepping on Wang Sheng's fairy sword, she began to "abduct" Wang Sheng's senior sister with melon seeds.

"Little Xuanxuan, are you psychologically balanced now? I think you are almost on par with Xiao Feiyu, and the two of you just got even?"

"Yes," Mu Wanxuan nodded generously, then looked at Xilian anxiously.

After persisting for a few seconds, the little hand was taken away from Wang Sheng's hand, and stepped on the Bingli sword to get closer.

Naturally, the senior sister also brought the "ribbons" and "fairy scarves" that Xi Lian refined for her to control the sky, but she was embarrassed to be too conspicuous when she saw everyone flying on things.

The two little hands stretched out together, and immediately took back half a bag of melon seeds.

Behind the team, the rhythm of the 'Kaka' suddenly became brisk.

Wang Sheng: ...

Zhang Zikuang suddenly said: "Here, it should be tongue-pulling hell, right?"

"That's right, this is Tongue Pulling Hell," the second elder of the Diyin Sect replied, and said with a smile, "Although the small hell is small, it is well-equipped everywhere. This can be regarded as some complex of the immortals of the hell."

Zhang Zikuang nodded, and said, "Why didn't you see the tongues all over the floor?"

"Instructor Zhang, don't make jokes," Taoist Master Qiancheng of Maoshan said sternly, "The underworld and the underworld, the gods have feelings, you and I should act carefully, and be careful not to speak out."

"Okay," Zhang Zikuang shook his head, and continued to fly forward with his hands behind his back, without saying anything.

Originally, I wanted to chat, to dilute the depression in the atmosphere.

After flying for about seven or eight minutes, the great elder of Diyinzong made a gesture, and the group of fourteen people immediately slowed down.

From the pictures taken by the two spheres at this time, it can be seen that no matter the Taoist or the monk, they are all surrounded by various colors of light at this time, and their eyes are extremely 'bright'.

They flew to a corner of Tongue Pulling Hell. In front of them was a flat stone wall, and a ten-foot-high 'temple' hung above the stone wall.

At this time, gray Yin Qi circulated everywhere in the temple, as if there were giant pythons entrenched on the Yin Qi.

"This is the place, shall we open the ban now?" asked the Great Elder of the Diyin Sect.

Yan Zhengnan asked: "What is under the ban?"

"It's just a passage to monitor the 18th floor of hell," the elder of the Diyin Sect thought for a while, and said, "It can be understood as... a sightseeing elevator."

"Open it," Qing Yanzi said softly.

So, the great elder of Diyinzong put away the gossip tray, took out a scroll of slips in his arms, spread the slips out, and uttered old tunes.

His mana was slowly being extracted, and the strands of gray energy sealed off the temple seemed to come alive, and began to tremble and flow continuously, quickly gathering into two three-foot-tall humanoid 'ghosts'.

They have no entity, but are made of Yin Qi. A pair of inverted triangle eyes light up on their heads, staring closely at them and the group.

The old tune in the mouth of the Great Elder of the Diyin Sect continued, and the two 'ghosts' guarding the gate suddenly burst into buzzing sounds.

Mu Wanxuan and Xilian have already hid behind Wang Sheng. Although a certain senior sister is a little scared, she still insists on eating melon seeds. This fearless spirit...

"Not good!" The Great Elder of the Diyin Sect suddenly shouted, and everyone immediately became nervous.

The Great Elder didn't let it go, and immediately said in a deep voice: "The Yin Ling who guards this place said that someone has forcibly broken into this place! I don't know if the layout inside has been destroyed!"

Qing Yanzi said: "Go in and check."

Zhang Zikuang frowned and muttered, "It was those monks who rushed into the underworld a thousand years ago did it again?"

The other priests and old monks didn't answer the question. The disaster that year was involved in almost every lineage, so they couldn't comment.

The Great Elder stepped forward, the two Yin spirit guards stepped aside, and more than a dozen people slowly entered the temple.

And when Mu Wanxuan passed by, the two ghosts seemed to have discovered something, their huge bodies knelt down slowly, bowed their heads in salute, and closed their eyes tightly.

Seeing this, Wang Sheng didn't say much, and took his senior sister and Hu Banxian into the temple.

There are some half-meter-high sculptures enshrined in the temple, which are immortals from the underworld. The layout has not been disturbed, and there will naturally be no dust here.

The two elders of the Diyin Sect moved forward, first lit the candles in the temple with magic power, and kowtowed to the immortals of the underworld.

Qing Yanzi also made a few bows to these sculptures, and other Taoist priests and old monks followed suit. Naturally, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan also bowed together.

It seems that these sculptures already have some spiritual positions. When Mu Wanxuan made a bow, half of the sculptures turned their backs directly...

This scene makes people feel a little surprised.

Could it be that there are immortals from the underworld watching them secretly? Otherwise, how can I feel it?

But after thinking about it carefully, this is unlikely... Perhaps, these sculptures have already been psychic in the underworld.

The Great Elder recited a few more ancient tunes, streaks of blue light appeared in the cracks in the stone slabs on the temple floor, and streams of extremely pure Yin Qi emerged from the cracks.

Except for Qing Yanzi and Wang Sheng, who cultivated pure yang mana, who were unable to absorb the Yin Qi at this time, the rest of the monks could absorb the Yin Qi for their own use if they wanted to spend time refining it.

This is still a rare tonic.

Amidst the slight tremor, a gap opened on the ground of the temple, and the gap gradually widened, and a group of people flew up immediately, waiting quietly.

Soon, the floor of the temple disappeared completely, and below it was a vertical hole filled with blue and white rays of light; the hole was extremely deep, and the bottom was invisible, and the light and fairy music swirled in it, which was in contrast to the situation of the tongue-pulling hell outside the temple Not too big.

Fourteen more lotus platforms with a diameter of two feet flew over, and the lotus platforms reached everyone's feet, but none of them fell.

Zhang Zikuang nodded in satisfaction, "It seems that the immortals of the Underworld have often received the leaders of the Heavenly Court."

The two elders of the Diyin Sect laughed lightly, made a gesture of invitation, stepped on the lotus platform and landed first.

The whole group followed, and Wang Sheng and the three naturally fell at the back; when the three of them entered this place, the stone slabs above merged again, and the ghosts outside the temple also stood up and blocked the entrance and exit of the temple with their bodies.

What the Great Elder said was right, this place really is the 'sightseeing elevator' of the 18th floor of hell.

They fell about 100 meters, and the blue light wall on the left became translucent. As long as you look intently, the blue light will fade away. On the contrary, the dim hell scene outside the light wall will be filled with blue light.

Without any effort, they could see the second level of the eighteen levels of hell, the "Scissors Hell".

After passing through the Hell of Scissors, there are some visually shocking "Iron Tree Hell" and "Evil Mirror Hell"; the situation inside it can be seen at a glance, and there are huge iron trees "pieced together" by blades everywhere in the Iron Tree Hell, hanging on it Some tattered clothes.

The lower you go, the smaller the scope of hell.

Mu Wanxuan also stopped eating melon seeds, and hid behind Wang Sheng with Xi Lian, while she tightly held on to her junior brother's arm.

Sometimes he would scratch Wang Sheng, but Wang Daochang didn't say anything.

But after a while, the first seven empty hells passed by, and they soon saw the eighth hell of the 'original ecology', the iceberg hell.

The blue light permeates everywhere, countless thousands of icebergs stand everywhere in this layer of hell, and on top of these icebergs, one can see ghosts and fierce spirits wandering aimlessly.

A Taoist leader spotted something with sharp eyes, and immediately shouted: "Look at those icebergs in the center!"

The lotus platform at the foot stopped, and fourteen pairs of eyes immediately looked over, but saw a few figures seemed to be sealed among the icebergs.

Looking carefully, these figures are dressed in Taoist robes, there are men and women, and none of them are dead or alive.

"Go down," Qing Yanzi said indifferently, "Since I am willing to fall into the mansion, why bother with them?"

The Taoist priests nodded lightly, and the two elders of the Yinzong sect just sighed, and didn't say anything mocking.

Continuing to fall, the time interval for them to pass through each layer of hell is getting shorter and shorter, because the hell below is getting shorter and shorter.

After passing through the Blood Pond Hell, seeing the Unjust Death Hell, and passing through the Punishment Hell, they soon found the person in Taoist robes again.

But this time, it was not frozen in an iceberg, but in a volcanic hell.

These volcanoes are burning with raging flames, but because of punishing the souls who made mistakes and thrown into this place, the flames will not burn people to death, but only make people feel the pain of being burned by the flames.

Wang Sheng saw more than a dozen figures floating and falling in the flames, standing, sitting, or lying down.

These are the monks who broke into the underworld back then, and they can be regarded as the black history that the Taoist sect can't clean up.

But then, Wang Sheng thought of the ancient demon that died in the hands of himself and his master before, and couldn't help but reminded: "These ancient people, I am afraid they have already entered the way of demons."

"Alas," the Taoist priests sighed, their hearts were also shaken.

At this time, the two balls beside Qing Yanzi had already captured these pictures.

Although there is no signal here, they have already entered the state of automatic work, but as long as the ball can fly out, the information can be transmitted back to the transfer station.

The seventeenth floor, Stone Mill Hell...

When they reached the tenth level of hell, the senior sister didn't dare to look at it anymore, and Wang Sheng frowned a little.

Where do these fierce souls and ghosts in hell come from? Could it be that when the immortals of the underworld left, there were still souls of mortals in the eighteenth floor of hell, and these souls...

Forget it, I can't think too much about this matter. Thinking too much can easily make the image of immortals like heaven and hell in my mind greatly reduced.

"I'm going to the bottom soon, there is an exit below, and I can go directly to the eighteenth floor of hell..."

The Great Elder said in a low voice, everyone nodded, and turned their eyes away from the hell next door, and looked down.

"ah"

Suddenly there was a scream behind Wang Sheng, but the scream was not from Mu Wanxuan, but from Xilian, who has the highest cultivation here.

All the priests and Buddhas looked at the big man together, but they saw that Xilian's lips were covered with melon seeds, and her face was a little pale, but she had forcibly calmed down at this moment.

"There are a lot of mummified corpses below... No, they still have breath... Be careful, Xiao Xuanxuan, don't go down first!"