Chapter 2032 Ghost Prison
Liang Yan raised his head slightly and looked up.
I saw that the giant arch was over a thousand feet high, and the threshold was hundreds of feet long, suspended at the end of the path of reincarnation.
On the dark lintel, there is a hideous and terrifying ghost-headed statue, looking at the living beings below with indifferent eyes.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Liang Yan's sea of consciousness: "This is the entrance to Fengdu City, also called 'Ghost Gate'!"
After hearing this, Liang Yan's heart moved.
How could I forget her!
Zhao Xunzhen is a disciple of Scholar Guishou. Although the master and apprentice are at odds with each other, they are still members of Fengdu City and should know something.
Thinking of this, Liang Yan staggered forward imitating the appearance of the real spirits around him, and asked secretly: "Have you been to Fengdu City?"
"Well, I followed the ghost-hand scholar before. I’ve been here a few times, but I still spend most of my time traveling outside.”
When Zhao Xunzhen said this, his voice suddenly rose a bit: "Let's not talk about this for now. This ghost gate is the gateway to Fengdu City. It can see through all disguises. Its power is no less than the 'Wentian Mirror' in Wushuang City! Remember , no matter what happens later, the method will not be able to operate. You can't communicate with me even if you don't have the power. Just think of yourself as a dead person and lose all hope. Only in this way can you get away with it."
After saying this, Zhao Xunzhen disconnected from Liang. The contact of words never made any sound again.
At this moment, Liang Yan has followed the large army to the gate of hell.
Behind the scenes, the fighting between the four saints intensified. The void shattered, mountains and rivers collapsed, and powerful magic power surged endlessly!
Liang Yan knew that he could not look back. Even if he took a step slower, he might be caught in the aftermath of the magic and die!
Without any hesitation, he staggered toward the door.
As the distance got closer, Liang Yan could already see the moss on the threshold clearly.
The gate of hell has not been completely closed. There is still a gap between the two dark doors.
Countless true spirits lined up to enter the ghost prison through this crack in the door.
Suddenly, a low roar came from above.
The ferocious ghost head seemed to have discovered something, and its eyes slowly turned, emitting two strange rays of light, covering the crowd below.
Liang Yan was among the crowd at this time!
He was shrouded in this weird light, and suddenly had the illusion that he was in a huge oil pot.
Surrounded by boiling oil, his body was blistered, and the severe pain tore his body, making him want to scream.
Faced with this sudden change, Liang Yan subconsciously mobilized his magic power to resist, but he soon remembered what Zhao Xunzhen had just said.
"Cannot use magic power!"
He forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart and did not make any reaction.
But the pain continues.
Liang Yan gradually discovered that this vision was not an illusion, but came from the feelings of the true spirit itself.
These pains are real, which shows that the ferocious ghost head has the ability to bypass his own physical defense and directly affect the true spirit!
"Those people around me are already numb, and they must not be able to feel this pain. If I react, I will know that I am not dead."
Liang Yan thought to himself, endured the pain, and pretended He walked forward as if nothing had happened.
In his sight, he was sometimes placed in a hot oil pan, sometimes tied to an iron tree covered with thorns, and sometimes fell into a mountain of thousands of knives.
All kinds of criminal laws were tried on him.
The severe pain almost made Liang Yan collapse, but he never said a word or used his magic power. He kept the same movements as the people around him and walked slowly towards the door.
Finally, when he was less than three feet away from the crack in the door, the ghost head withdrew his gaze, and his eyes became cold again.
"I got through it."
Liang Yan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then followed the large army to climb up. Soon he reached the hundred-foot-high threshold and walked calmly into the gate of hell. .
The moment he entered the gate of hell, boundless gray fog surged in. His spiritual consciousness could not penetrate, and he could only see a three-foot radius.
Liang Yan did not act rashly and stood there waiting for a moment.
Soon, the fog dissipated.
Looking around, the scenery is very different from before.
Where are the canyons? At a glance, we can see the rolling mountains, layer upon layer, scattered high and low, boundless.
There were still those true spirits around, all with dull eyes, but they formed a neat line and walked forward slowly.
There is a wide river ahead, with countless rafts floating on the river, and a group of monks standing on the river bank.
These monks all have Juyuan Realm cultivation. They wear a set of dark blue cross-collar robes, a belt around the waist, waist tags hanging on the sides, soap boots and trousers, and they make a "thump thump thump" sound when they walk.
"Huh? Why are these monks dressed so weirdly? They look like official servants in the secular world?"
Liang Yan was confused in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm.
He followed the large army forward, but secretly observed these "officials".
Most of these monks look fierce and have evil looks on their faces. They look like they often kill people. The ferocious energy in their bodies cannot be controlled and comes out naturally.
When Liang Yan was in the Juyuan Realm, he had never seen a monk with such an appearance, which meant that these "officials" killed more people than usual!
Pop!
Suddenly there was a loud bang. It turned out that one of the officials raised his long whip and struck a slower walking Zhenling.
The true spirit was struck by the long whip, and let out an unconscious scream, and then disappeared into ashes, not even the dregs were left
His scream alarmed the surrounding true spirits, who were originally numb. His eyes gradually changed, revealing a look of horror.
Everyone quickened their pace and quickly approached the river.
"Hurry up and take your time. If you waste time, I will kill you all!" The official raised the whip in his hand, arrogantly.
An official behind him gave a ferocious laugh, his eyes moved around the crowd a few times, and then he suddenly raised his hand and photographed a dozen true spirits.
Most of these true spirits were young girls or children. He devoured them one by one, and then smashed them in their mouths, showing a look of unfinished content.
Other officials were not surprised by this, and no one stopped them at all.
"Sure enough, it's really delicious for children. If it weren't for business, I would really like to eat more." The officer narrowed his eyes slightly.
Seeing this scene, Liang Yan's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
He could see that there was no benefit at all for the official to swallow these true spirits, because these true spirits were mortals without magic power and could not provide him with cultivation.
That person did this purely to satisfy his own appetite!
“Deserve to be killed!”
Liang Yan thought this, but did not take action immediately.
I have just entered the ghost prison now. I still remember what Wei Wenxiang said. I am only one person and I have to face the entire ghost prison. I must not be reckless and impulsive. He won't take action easily until he understands the situation here.
Liang Yan followed the troops and advanced slowly. When they arrived at the river bank, the "officers" did not embarrass him and arranged him and thousands of true spirits on the same raft. .
Subsequently, an official boarded the raft and made a magic spell. The raft slowly started to move down the river.
Sitting in the raft, Liang Yan felt slightly surprised when he saw the green mountains on both sides of the river retreating like flying shadows.
You know, the official who drove the raft was mediocre in cultivation and could not reach the Juyuan realm, but the raft was traveling extremely fast, almost catching up with his own flight speed.
After thinking for a moment, Liang Yan contacted Zhao Xunzhen again.
"The gate of hell has passed. Now you can tell me carefully about what you know about 'Fengdu City'!"
"Yes."
Zhao Xunzhen's voice came slowly: "Back then, I was admitted as a student by the Ghost Hand Scholar, and I practiced here for a period of time. Fengdu City seems to me to be a very mysterious place. It is divided into eighteen floors from top to bottom, and each Each layer is an independent small world. It is said that the 18th layer can lead to the world of reincarnation. I don’t know if it is true or not."
Liang Yan was thoughtful, and asked after a moment: "You were not a ghost cultivator back then, and you had flesh and blood. How could you enter Fengdu City?"
Zhao Xunzhen replied: "Not all ghost cultivators in Fengdu City are there, there are also some normal ones. The monks only have to take the 'Life and Death Pill' to enter the city."
"The Life and Death Pill?" Liang Yan frowned.
Zhao Xunzhen smiled bitterly and said: "This elixir can resist the death energy here, but it is also a poison that makes it easier for the people in Fengdu City to control us. In fact, the ghost-hand scholar also suffered from life and death like me. Dan, otherwise you will not get the trust of Fengdu City.”
"Then now." Liang Yan glanced at her.
Zhao Xunzhen smiled slightly: "The old me is already dead. The Life and Death Pill, like the restrictions left by the ghost-hand scholar, has been wiped out with my body. Now I have no worries."
"That's good." Liang Yan nodded and said thoughtfully: "Judging from the time, when you became the disciple of the ghost-hand scholar, Fengdu City was already controlled by Tiangong City and became a 'ghost prison'. Since you have been here After passing here, have you seen the imprisoned Nanxuan monk?"
"No."
Zhao Xunzhen thought for a moment and replied: "There is an unwritten rule in Fengdu City. Non-ghost cultivators are not allowed to enter the lower ninth floor, so I only moved on the upper ninth floor, and I did not see the imprisoned monks at that time. If they were really here, they should be detained in the lower ninth floor."
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"Then how to get to the lower ninth floor?" Liang Yan asked again.
“There are eighteen floors of the Ghost Prison. Each floor has a prison lord who is in the Tribulation Realm and is responsible for guarding the entrance to the next floor. If you want to go down, you must find the location of these prison lords. , either get their consent or defeat them."
"So troublesome?"
Liang Yan frowned, his face a little gloomy.
He didn’t expect Fengdu City to be so vast, not to mention the eighteenth floor. The first floor alone was boundless. It would be difficult to find the location of these prison lords and defeat them one by one. How long it will take!
There is not much time left for him, only three days. After three days, not only will he not be able to save his master, but he will also have to answer for this.
Seeing Liang Yan's face gradually darken, Zhao Xunzhen thought for a while and then said: "I have practiced here for a while, and I know the location of the nine-level prison masters very well. It is not necessary to find them. It's difficult. But there are many monks in Fengdu City, and this one is the only one. There is a hundred thousand ghost mountain on the first floor, and a full 80,000 monks practice here. Although their cultivation levels are uneven, they are a powerful force when gathered together. If we form a large formation, I am afraid it will consume a lot of our time. "
After hearing this, Liang Yan nodded slightly.
Eighty thousand monks, although most of them are in the foundation building stage and Juyuan realm, as long as they are gathered together by the prison lord, they can form a tight line of defense, and it will take a lot of time to break through.
There are eighteen levels in the Ghost Prison. If you have to force your way through each level, there will definitely not be enough time!
"Isn't there any trick? For example, a secret passage or something that can lead directly to the lower ninth floor?" Liang Yan asked with a frown.
"No."
Zhao Xunzhen shook his head: "At that time, Scholar Guishou told me that there is only one entrance on each floor of Fengdu City. If you want to go down, you must get The prison master’s consent.”
Liang Yan’s eyes suddenly flashed when he heard this.
"Scholar with Ghost Hands. His cultivation is not weak! He must have a high status in Fengdu City, right?"
"Huh?" Zhao Xunzhen was stunned for a moment, then immediately responded: "Master, do you want..."
Liang Yan smiled slightly: "You have been with the Ghost Hand Scholar for so many years, but do you know what his position is? "
"He seems to be called the 'Judge'. In fact, his level of cultivation is enough to enter the lower nine levels. However, because he still retains his physical body and is not a pure ghost cultivator, he remains above. Ninth floor." Zhao Xunzhen replied.
“It turns out he is the general manager of the ninth floor!”
Liang Yan’s smile became even bigger, and he said leisurely: “You have been with him for so many years, and you must be familiar with his character, conversation and behavior. You know all the habits, right?”
After hearing this, Zhao Xunzhen didn't know what he was thinking. He smiled and said: "Indeed, based on my many years of observation of him, it should not be difficult to deceive the prison master here."
"Okay."
Liang Yan nodded and stood up from the raft.
At this moment, the "Corpse God Seal" left in his body without smelling the fragrance has completely dissipated, the saint's mana has been released, and Liang Yan's body has also transformed from a virtual state to a normal state.
The "officer" standing at the bow heard the noise and turned around quickly, only to see a man in gray clothes standing in the middle of the raft, looking at him with a smile.
"You are not a real spirit. Your physical body is still there, how can you enter the gate of hell!"
The officer was horrified and deliberately shouted loudly, but he appeared to be stern and angry.
For some reason, the smile of the young man in front of him made his scalp numb, and he took a few steps back involuntarily.
"What? When you were devouring the true spirit wantonly just now, you weren't as cowardly as you are now."
Liang Yan seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and he didn't see any movement. A sword energy appeared out of thin air at the officer. of the head.
"Ah!"
The ghost warrior only had time to let out a scream, and the next moment he was pierced by the sword energy, and his body was chopped into countless pieces and fell into the river
" You are not worthy of reincarnation."
Liang Yan sneered, waved his sleeves again, and his body shape changed rapidly. After a moment, he turned into a young scholar wearing a black robe.
At the same time, a cloud of ghost mist flew out of the Taixu Gourd and turned into the appearance of Zhao Xunzhen.
"From now on, I am Guishou, and you are still Zhao Xunzhen." Liang Yan said calmly.
(End of this chapter)