Xiang Que's refusal didn't make this vixen Su Daji persuade her again. For her, this was already a rare opening. Maybe it's because birds of a feather flock together. She definitely thinks that this man and she are the same kind. He is a proud and stubborn person in his bones. If he refuses to agree to persuasion once, he should stop quickly. If he persuades him again, he will lose face.
A woman's face is very valuable, and the face of a peerless vixen is even more valuable!
Xiang Que turned his head away and reached out to grab the handle of the sword. The vixen's eyes were so seductive, he was really afraid that if he stared at him for even two or three seconds longer, he would fall into the other's seductive eyes and nodded in agreement. Ann was recruited.
Don't say that men are worthless in this area, it can only be said that you have never met a fox demon who is so powerful. I am afraid that you can't count the men who died in history because of women or because of it. Naturally, Xiang Que didn't think that his concentration was comparable to Liu Xiahui's.
"How do you say? How did you solve the Yellow River ghost gate before?" Xiang Que asked, and then tried to give the answer himself: "It is not difficult to open the passage between the Yin and Yang realms. Yes, but it can only last for a few breaths, but the strange thing about this ghost gate is that it can be opened endlessly, it seems that there is no sign of closing, and it still leads to the eighteenth level of hell, according to me We know that every level of hell is guarded full-time, and each level of hell has a seal planted by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva himself. Let alone opening a passage, even thousands of troops may not be able to break through. But the ghost gate of the Yellow River can be opened in the 18th floor of hell. This is even more strange. If my guess is correct, this ghost gate is actually a large feng shui formation? But what kind of formation can defy the sky? When it comes to connecting the Yang world and the eighteen levels of hell, I'm a little bit confused."
Xiang Que started to recall the classics of Gujing Temple, trying to find some clues, but the vixen next to him had a pair of peach blossom eyes with a flash of light, Xiang Que's analysis of the previous words was clear and logical, but the last sentence was very finishing touch , what he said is correct, the Yellow River Ghost Gate is indeed a large feng shui formation.
"The formation eye is in the 18th floor of hell. The previous ghost gates opened randomly, but they were all on the first few floors. Xu Rui said that there are ghosts appearing, which means that this time the ghost gate will open at the highest level. The fifteenth floor, if it¡¯s on the first few floors, it¡¯s easy for us to go in, but if we move to the fifteenth floor, it¡¯s like a sheep entering the tiger¡¯s mouth.¡± Pei Dongcao frowned and said: ¡°Unless When we were able to hit the big luck and enter the 18th floor of hell, it happened that the gate of hell was transferred to the first few floors."
"Luck is the most difficult thing to think about in this world. Don't pin your hopes on luck, or you will be disappointed in the end"
Pei Dongcao said lightly: "If you don't rely on luck, you have to rely on strength. How confident do you think the combined strength of the two of us can be on the fifteenth floor?"
Xiang Que spread his hands, and said helplessly: "It seems unlikely, after all, none of us have been there before, and experience is king."
Pei Dongcao nodded solemnly and said: "My actual experience is only on the fifth floor, and my theoretical experience is on the ninth floor, which is left by the predecessors. After the tenth floor, I have no clues or concepts at all."
"What should I do?" Xiang Que continued to spread his hands, his tone showing the intention of retreating.
"My experience is on the ninth floor, plus your strength can also have a few floors, and there are almost a dozen floors. What should I do? You will know after a while. The experience of the predecessors is also based on the infinite What I'm afraid of." Pei Dongcao finished speaking lightly, then looked at Xiang Que and said, "Why don't you have the air of a king at all? Adding my experience and your strength, is it difficult to add more than ten levels?"
Xiang Que was speechless, and said: "Arithmetic is calculated in this way? King's spirit is fart in my opinion. Except for a few two or three emperors, all emperors in history died very early, or died very badly." , if you want to say that I have the air of a king, I think you are cursing me, you know? I repeat, your arithmetic is simply outrageous."
"Maybe there is a slight discrepancy, almost almost." Pei Dongcao saw that Xiang Que was about to retreat, and reminded him in a low voice: "merit"
"I, grass" Xiang Que gritted his teeth, twisted his wrist suddenly, and the long sword inserted in the vortex suddenly stirred rapidly, and the vortex that was originally rotating clockwise began to turn counterclockwise.
Immediately, Xiang Que paused with his right foot backwards, and was finally defeated by his own needs. He stuck his head in it, and his figure disappeared immediately. Afterwards, Pei Dongcao walked over without hesitation, without any hesitation. Sloppy.
Xiang Que has been to the Underworld more than once, but this is the first time for him to come to the Eighteenth Floor of Hell.
? and the imagined wind gusts.There is a big difference between howling and howling ghosts and howling wolves. I don't know which level of hell the two of them came down from. The place where they appeared was very peaceful.
It's just that the weather is dark and the ground is barren, or that the two of them were followed by countless eyes after they got down.
Before, Xiang Que's sword was inserted into the vortex, and the sinners in the eighteenth level of hell were prevented from entering the underworld, so all the ghosts piled up outside, waiting for the opportunity to be born, and the two of them entered the eighteenth level of hell , and fell into the ghost nest, surrounded by a group of ghosts, densely packed, goose bumps appeared on the scalp of everyone who watched.
"Google"
Very tacitly, Xiang Que and Pei Dongcao both swallowed their saliva at the same time, and looked this way with fear.
The bad news is that he fell into the ghost den, but the good news is that the strength of the group of ghosts in front of him does not seem to have reached a shockingly powerful level.
"Luck is not bad? It doesn't seem to mean more than ten floors?" Xiang Que said softly.
"I can't judge like this. There are people in more than a dozen levels of hell who can't make it to the stage. We can only say that we are lucky now who knows what will happen next"
Xiang Que's face immediately turned green, and he pursed his lips and asked, "How do we know which level of hell we are in?"
"Every level of hell has a boundary marker, and you will know it when you see it." Pei Dongcao explained, then turned his head and said, "Every time a ghost gate appears, the boundary marker is not too far away. We can see it if we look for it." see you"
"Then what about these guys? If the two of us leave, they will definitely rush into the underworld"
"It's okay, Xu Rui and the others can deal with these miscellaneous fish and shrimps. After we find the boundary marker, we will rush back immediately after we confirm it."
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