As soon as he finished speaking, the first level of hell suddenly became two.

On the left is a sea of ​​fire, and on the right is an iceberg bulging.

In the middle is a sharp long sword, which is the sword mountain!

Knife mountain, sea of ​​fire, glacier!

"boom!"

The sea of ​​fire roared, and the rich firelight almost turned into substance, and layers of heat waves rolled in.

These flames are very magical and specialize in burning ghosts.

Wherever he passed, the evil spirit screamed and fled.

But on the other hand, the glacier emits the ultimate cold air.

The power of the cold air is comparable to that of the flame, and evil spirits are like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

But the first level of hell has completely become a world of sea of ​​fire and glaciers. They have nowhere to hide and can only climb up the mountain of swords.

But on the Knife Mountain, the left side is extremely hot and the right side is extremely cold, and the two levels of ice and fire are even more painful.

For a moment, the first level of hell was howling.

Zhan Wuque raised his finger, and Qin Ming and the others immediately fell into the center of the sea of ​​fire.

There is a big pit there, full of hot oil.

"No!!!"

Qin Ming and the others were thrown into the oil pan.

"Ahhhh!"

Qin Ming and Su Can shouted wildly.

After ten breaths, Zhan Wuque's fingers slightly pointed, and the two flew out of the oil pan.

Before they could breathe a sigh of relief, they fell directly to the peak of the glacier.

The temperature here has dropped to an incredible level, and exhale it into ice!

Qin Ming and the other two were frozen to death.

If they had physical bodies, they would have been frozen into ice sculptures and died directly.

But they were both souls. Even if the cold air continued to enter the body, they could not freeze and could only bear the pain of the cold air entering the body.

Ten more breaths passed.

The two fell from the glacier into the oil pan and started frying.

After repeated this, until the third time, the two finally couldn't hold on.

"Zhan Wuque, stop, I say, I say everything!"

Qin Ming was scared.

If he doesn't say it anymore, he is afraid that he will continue to rotate in infinitely like this.

Hearing the sound, Zhan Wuque stopped.

Qin Ming and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief when they looked at the turmeric oil pit that was so close to each other.

"Tell me, who instructed you to do it, what else did that man say?"

Zhan Wuque shouted in a deep voice.

"We don't know who it is," Qin Ming said.

"Are you kidding me?"

Zhan Wuque glared coldly.

Qin Ming seemed to be knocked away by an invisible force, and his soul body dissipated.

Zhan Wuque is the master of the eighteenth level hell. His thoughts are the sky here. A look can make Qin Ming's soul scatter!

"No, no, you misunderstood!"

Su Can hurriedly said, "That's right. That person secretly stuffed things into our room and indicated the effect. We really don't know who he is!"

"What's the point of asking you?"

Zhan Wuque waved his hand and the two fell back into the oil pan.

This scene scared Xiao Zhan so much that he knelt on the ground and shivered.

Zhan Wuque ignored him and turned around and left.

When he left Guiyi Jian Sect, Xiao Zhan could just be a guide, so he would let him go for the time being.

A trace of divine thought flew out of the star core and integrated into Zhan Wuque's mind.

"Who is trying to use Qin Ming and the others to kill me?"

Shaking his head, Zhan Wuque didn't think about it anymore.

He has too many enemies, and it is difficult to find the murderer behind the scenes.

After looking at the eighteen levels of hell, Zhan Wuque frowned slightly.

The eighteenth level hell body is a star core, but the refining technique is the method of refining soul banners by Guihuzhai.

He used the Thousand Soul Banner Refining technique before, so the eighteenth level hell could only accommodate up to 9,999 evil spirits.

After passing through Wuta and his group, the number is almost saturated.

Only by finding the method of refining the Guixuzhai Ten Thousand Soul Banner can you exceed the number of 10,000.

By then, the eighteen levels of hell will be able to accommodate 99,999 evil spirits, ten times more!

"The Ten Thousand Soul Banner has reached the level of half a step of martial spirit at least."

Zhan Wuque said in his heart.

Last time he killed a group of disciples from Guixuzhai, and his cultivation level was as high as the Martial Emperor.

It was the method of refining Thousand Soul Banners that was found on him.

I think that those who have the technique of refining Ten Thousand Soul Banners have much higher cultivation than those of the Martial Emperor.

Half-step Wuling was just Zhan Wuque's guess, and he himself could not be sure of it.

The number of undead in the eighteenth level of hell is nearly 10,000. Zhan Wuque obviously felt a trace of inexplicable power radiating, nourishing his remaining soul of the God of War at all times.

This power is very light, but extremely pure.

It is the purest power he has ever seen, which can directly integrate into the residual soul without any discomfort.

This also caused his God of War to gradually recover. Although the speed was still very slow, it undoubtedly made great progress compared to before.

He sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, silently pursuing the "Six Paths of Reincarnation" and the star core floated in the air on his chest. The inexplicable power was emitted more and more, gradually wrapping Zhan Wuque.

Suddenly, a faint light passed through the White Cloud Formation and stabbed Zhan Wuque's head hard.

This faint light is extremely fast and is between the virtual and the real. It cannot be seen in detail, and it actually looks at the white cloud magic array in nothing!

Spirit Attack!

This is a very strange soul attack!

Not only is it silent, it is also integrated into the void, making it extremely difficult to discover.

"laugh!"

Wherever the faint light passes, the space is trembling slightly and cracking.

Seeing that the faint light was about to shoot into Zhan Wuque's eyebrows, Zhan Wuque, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, the star core flew up, and the eighteen levels of hell suddenly opened!

"swallow!"

Zhan Wuque drank coldly.

The first three levels of hell were all wide open, like an invisible black beast suddenly opened its mouth and swallowed the faint light.

"Buzz!"

The star core trembled and was shaken away.

Zhan Wuque suddenly stood up, waved his hand, and the star core immediately fell into his hand.

"Eighteen Hells, open!"

Zhan Wuque shouted loudly.

Nearly ten thousand evil spirits flew out, filling the entire peak of Chixiao Peak!

"boom!"

On Chixiao Peak, the cold wind blew everywhere, the dead whistled and made a whimpering sound, as if they were coming to the purgatory of the earth.

"snort!"
To be continued...