As soon as this said, Wuqi suddenly realized that it was not because he had misunderstood his previous understanding, but because he had thought too much. It turned out that the suction force in the turbulent space was that was almost invincible decomposition power, and only humans could control part of it. Think about it, if anyone could control it all, wouldn't that person really want to be invincible?

My current strength is no longer weak. Since I came to hell, my knowledge has increased unprecedentedly. Wuqi has already understood that the little strength in the world is actually nothing in hell. Even if my current strength is not as good as any guardian of hell in hell, returning to the world with this combat power will definitely make friends in the world stunned on the spot.

This is the gap, and the knowledge gradually grows from the gap. After understanding how terrifying the strength of the guardian of hell is, Wuqi can imagine how terrible the strongest leader in hell is. The strength he possesses is definitely enough to destroy the world, and he can destroy the world with just raising his hand.

But even such a terrible person cannot fully control all the power in the space turbulence. Therefore, Wuqi was really scared by his own thoughts just now. He really could not imagine how terrible a person would be if there was really such a person who could fully control the power of the space turbulence.

Fortunately, everything is just his own imagination. Since even the Lord of Hell can't do such a thing, he no longer thinks about it.

The next period of time went very smoothly. Eric did not intend to continue fighting with Wuqi without Bayer's supervision. He took the initiative to bring Wuqi to the blood gate and said, "Get in, this is the gate to Hell under the jurisdiction of Bayer. After entering, you can directly enter the seventh floor of Hell."

Wuqi clasped his fists gratefully and said, "Mr. Blood Demon, I remember your kindness in my heart. If you have the chance in the future, I will definitely repay you this kindness. Then I will stay there soon and say goodbye."

After saying this, Wuqi gently patted Xiaobai beside him. He raised his legs and was about to step in, but at this moment, Eric's expression changed and he slapped his head suddenly. It seemed as if he suddenly remembered something. He directly shouted Wuqi and said, "Wait."

"What's wrong?" Wuqi turned his head and looked at Eric in confusion.

Eric smiled slightly, and was not in a hurry. He gently raised his left index finger and stroked his right index finger as quickly as lightning, and a bloodshot suddenly appeared.

Wuqi looked up at Eric with no clarity, wondering what the other party was going to do, but before he could speak, he was stunned by the next scene.

Eric smiled mysteriously at him, then gently pressed the bloody finger on the bloody mouth with his bloody finger, completely sticking the blood on it to his fingertips, and touched it gently, and a bloody thread immediately appeared on his index finger. The index finger that Eric had just had bloody mouthed, at this moment, the bloody mouth had healed, and the bloody thread had fallen on his hand.

What did the other party do to himself?

As soon as he thought about this, Wuqi asked with deep questions: "Master Blood Demon, you are..."

"Don't be nervous." Eric said slowly at this time and explained: "This is not a dangerous thing, it's just a little bit of my intention. If you really have no choice when dealing with Baier, you can try it. Maybe it can help you resolve the crisis at a critical moment. But remember, it can only be used once, and don't use it randomly unless it is absolutely necessary."

After saying this, Eric nodded to Wuqi and signaled that Wuqi could enter the door.

"Okay, that's all I can help you. I hope you can successfully pass Baier's pass."

"Thank you, Lord Blood Demon."

"No need to thank me. In this year, I actually got a lot of things from you. Although the research was not successful in the end, I gained a lot of other things. We just helped each other. The bloodshot just now was the last favor I gave you.

If you insist on thanking me, then just agree to my request. Although I am no longer a living person, and I am also the guardian of hell. Without special circumstances, I will not be able to leave hell, but I still hope that if you have time in the future, you can come to hell to see me again and let me continue to study your soul of thought.

This is my request. Can you agree?"

"Agree. I promise you, Lord Blood Demon." Wuqi nodded without hesitation.

After saying this, the two stopped talking because they had finished speaking. The men did not need too many words to distinguish, and a look with deep meaning was enough.

The seventh floor of hell is different from the sixth floor of hell before. Although the space is also huge and vast, it makes people feel insignificant as if they are in the sea, there is also a clear difference, that is, the environment of the seventh floor of hell is unique.

If the first six layers of hell are mainly black and red, these tones that conform to the vocabulary of hell, then the seventh layer of hell is a bit contrary to it. It is not that the tones of this seventh layer are no longer black and red. Since it is hell, of course, it is still mainly black. But the problem is that there are a lot of whites here.

If Wuqi and Xiaobai had not come here in person, they would have doubted whether they had gone wrong. As soon as they entered the seventh floor of hell, Wuqi was surprised to find that he seemed to have entered a maze where he didn't know where the exit was. Because the biggest difference here is from the first six floors of hell is that there is no necromancer here, but there is not even half of the necromancer at a glance.

Since Xiaobai came to hell, he has the ability to smell the soul. Therefore, no matter how far the distance is, it can smell it. Once when he was looking for the entrance to a certain layer of hell, he relied on Xiaobai's nose and successfully found the exit. Otherwise, he might be lost between the two layers of hell channels until now.

However, what Wuqi couldn't accept was that there was not even a dead soul on the seventh level of hell. What was going on? Isn't this hell?

As soon as he thought about this, Wuqi once questioned Xiaobai repeatedly at the beginning, but unfortunately he was denied by Xiaobai.

"Xiaobai, you really can't go wrong with your nose?"

"It's absolutely impossible to be wrong, boss, I have confidence in my nose."

"But Xiaobai, can you really be sure that there is not even a dead soul here?"

"Confirm, sure, and sure. There is indeed no necromancer here, otherwise my nose would not be unable to smell it."

"Will the undead here be very special and can hide their own smell? Just like the monk can hide the breath of a cultivator?"

"Boss, this is possible, but don't you find it strange if there are such undead spirits in the entire layer of hell?"

"Strange? What's strange?"

"If this layer of necromancers are special necromancers that can hide the smell of souls, then where is Baier? Do you think he wants to hide his own smell too?"

"After saying this, it's true that this is already the seventh floor of hell. Baier is the real master here. There is no need for him to hide his soul smell. If he really does this, it will be unreasonable. Also, you reminded me of something like this. Why hasn't Baier appear yet? Didn't he be very hostile to me before?"

"Yes. So, I said there is really no necromancer here, boss."

After a while, when the two finally confirmed that there was no undead in the entire hell here, their mood suddenly became a little lost. Because, in this way, they fell into trouble again, and the surroundings were connected, with walls everywhere like mazes, making their heads bigger and bigger.

"Boss, what should we do now?" Xiaobai asked.

"I don't know." Wuqi shook his head, looked at the eight passages around him that seemed to be exiting, and said, "Maybe the seventh floor of the entire hell is a giant maze. Otherwise, there would be no explanation for not even a dead soul here. However, since we have come here, we must find a way out, Xiaobai, look for it one by one. Let's make a mark."

"Okay, boss." Xiaobai nodded.

The next moment, when the words fell, the two of them immediately took action, and saw their figures like lightning. In a flash, they rushed into a passage at a speed of lightning. However, their luck was not very good. Not long after, two rays of light suddenly flashed through the passage, and Wuqi and Xiaobai came back.

Because it was a dead end, and there was nothing except the bends that were circling and the walls that could not be penetrated by desperately. Fortunately, fortunately, this dead end was not long, only a few thousand meters. Wuqi and Xiaobai's current speed was only a few seconds long.

"Xiaobai, make a mark, this is a dead end, we have walked through it. Try the next path." Wuqi said.

"I understand." Xiaobai nodded, expressing his agreement.

The next moment, when Xiaobai forced his sharp front paws to mark the road, Wuqi and Xiaobai's figures disappeared in an instant, turning into a light and heading straight for another road. They hoped that this road was the exit, but unfortunately, the result was disappointing again.

A few minutes later, two lights suddenly flashed from the end of the passage, and Wuqi and Xiaobai came back, but this did not make them give up, but instead made Wuqi and Xiaobai's inner expectations bigger. Because there are only eight passages here, and every time they try a dead end, it is equivalent to getting closer to the real exit. They still have such patience.

But, is the fact really that simple? Of course not.

It didn't take long. After more than an hour, when Wuqi and Xiaobai determined all seven of the passages to be dead ends, they both rushed into the last passage with excitement and expectation at a thunderous speed, and the cruel reality came, and all the good moods of Wuqi and Xiaobai were smashed into pieces.
Chapter completed!