Liang Yan raised his head slightly and looked upward.

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 ferocious statue with a ghost head, looking at all the living beings below with cold 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 Liang Yan heard this, his 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've been here a few times with Scholar Ghost Hands before, but most of the time I'm still 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 'Wen Tian Mirror' in Wushuang City! Remember

, no matter what happens later, you will not be able to use your magic power, and you will not be able to communicate with me through voice transmission. Just treat yourself as a dead person and lose all hope. Only in this way can you get through."

After saying these words, Zhao Xunzhen cut off contact with Liang Yan and never made any sound again.

At this moment, Liang Yan had followed the large army to the gate of hell.

Behind them, the battle between the four saints intensified, the void shattered, the mountains collapsed, and the powerful magic power surged endlessly!

Liang Yan knew that he could not turn 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 towards 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, and 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 and emitted 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 pan.

There was boiling oil all around, causing his body to blister, 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 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 must not feel the pain. If I react, I will know that I am not dead."

Liang Yan thought to himself, endured the pain, and walked forward pretending as if nothing had happened.

In his sight, he was sometimes placed in a hot pot of oil, 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 ghostly head withdrew his gaze, and his eyes became cold again.

"Get over 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 mist surged in, which 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, I can only see the rolling mountains, with many mountains and mountains at different heights, 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 robes with cross-collars, a belt around the waist, waist tags hanging on the sides, and soap boots and trousers. 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 remained calm on the surface.

He followed the large army forward, but secretly observed these "officials".

Most of these monks have fierce looks and evil spirits 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!

Snapped!

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and it turned out that one of the officers raised his long whip and struck a slower-moving Zhenling.

The true spirit was struck by the long whip and let out an unconscious scream. Then it disappeared into ashes, not even the dregs were left.

His screams alarmed the real spirits around him, and his originally numb 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 long whip in his hand, arrogantly.

An official behind him laughed ferociously, looked around the crowd a few times, and suddenly raised his hand to take out 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 his mouth, showing a look of unfinished content.

The 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 really want to eat a few more." The officer narrowed his eyes slightly.

When Liang Yan saw this scene, murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

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!

"Deserves 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 in the same raft with thousands of true spirits.

Later, 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 officer driving 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 pondering 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, but you were flesh and blood. How could you enter Fengdu City?"

Zhao Xunzhen replied: "Not all ghost cultivators in Fengdu City, there are also some normal monks, but they must take the 'Life and Death Pill' before they can enter the city."

"Life and Death Pill?" Liang Yan frowned slightly.

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 took the life and death elixir like me, otherwise he would not get it."

The trust of Fengdu City.”

"Then what are you doing now?" Liang Yan glanced at her.

Zhao Xunzhen smiled slightly: "The old me is already dead. The Life and Death Pill, like the restriction left by the ghost-hand scholar, has been wiped out with my body. Now I don't have any worries."

"That's good." Liang Yan nodded and muttered: "Judging from the time, when you became a disciple of the Ghost Hand Scholar, Fengdu City had been controlled by Tiangong City and became a 'ghost prison'. Since you have been here before

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 that non-ghost cultivators are not allowed to enter the lower nine floors, so I only moved on the upper nine floors and did not see the imprisoned monks at that time. If they really
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