"I was indeed the prisoner before. As for what now... the young master said yes, that's it." The girl in the blood-skirt looked at Shen Lang in a flash and said with a smile.

Shen Lang frowned and asked, "What do you mean? Could it be that Miss, you are not the puppet guarding this reincarnation tunnel?"

Even though other prison masters are like normal monks, they are still somewhat dull and mechanical, with low intelligence.

The girl in the blood skirt in front of her not only answered it fluently, but also gave people a sense of cleverness in ice and snow. As soon as this was said, the girl in the blood skirt smiled and said, "Young Master is indeed smart. You can see at a glance that the little girl is not those annoying puppets. To be precise, the little girl is a bloody cereus in the "Pure Land", because she has obtained a trace of the will of the Heavenly Lord of Reincarnation.

Only then did he cultivate himself into a physical body.”

"In the past, in order to repay the great kindness of the Heavenly Lord, the little woman voluntarily guarded the 17th Prison. However, since the fall of the Heavenly Lord, the little woman's duties have ended. Although she retained the name of the Prison Lord, she no longer has to perform the duties of the Prison Lord."

The girl in the blood skirt explained.

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and couldn't have imagined that there was still the Wood Spirit Clan in this Huangquan Hell.

"Since the girl said that, she is not the enemy. I have something to ask for advice on her." Shen Lang respectfully hugged her fists.

Since the girl in the blood skirt claimed that she was the body transformed from the Hell Spirit Flower, I must know that she also knows very well about the Risanhua. Shen Lang wanted to ask the information about the Risanhua from the mouth of the Blood skirt girl.

The corners of the girl's mouth in the blood-skirt curled into a beautiful arc and she smiled and said, "Of course, I don't know what the young master wants to ask for?"

"Have the girl ever seen this kind of red spider flower?"

The spiritual light surged in Shen Lang's palm, and gradually the illusion of a flower on the other side was condensed.

The Yellow Spring Hell, which he entered in his soul body, failed to bring the red shore flower left by Su Ruoxue. At present, he could only use the chaotic spiritual power to use the "formation" technique, which probably restored the shape and breath of the red shore flower.

The phantom of the other side flower that Shen Lang tried his best to restore was emitted with stars of blood on the surface, mixed with a trace of bloody smell, which was gorgeous and weird.

Although it is impossible to completely imitate the breath of the previous flower of the other side, it is at least 70% or 80% similar.

Shen Lang "created" the red shore flower with his chaotic spiritual power to the girl in front of the blood-skirt, and asked: "Have you ever seen this kind of red shore flower in hell?"

The girl with blood skirt looked at her for interest, then she looked surprised: "The little girl of the red shore flower in the eighteenth floor hell has seen it, but she has never seen the red shore flower with this appearance!"

The phantom of the other side of the shore created by Shen Lang aroused her interest for a moment.

"The little girl has never heard of this kind of red shore flower. I don't know where the young master discovered this kind of red shore flower?" asked the girl in the blood skirt.

Shen Lang didn't want to reveal too much about Su Ruoxue's information, so he just said perfunctorily: "It's just a gift from a friend."

"By the way, can I tell you where the other side of the river in hell are?" Shen Lang changed the topic and asked seriously.

The girl in the blood skirt explained: "The red shore flower is a special spiritual flower that is only available in the 18th level of hell. It is usually only available at the bottom of hell. The red shore flower in my garden is picked from the eighteenth level of hell."

As soon as these words came out, Shen Lang suddenly had an idea in his mind and asked: "It is said that there are other areas at the bottom of the eighteenth floor of hell. I wonder if there are other red shore flowers at the bottom of the eighteenth floor of hell?"

"This..." The girl with blood-skirt frowned: "The bottom of the eighteen levels of hell is the absolute forbidden area of ​​the Yellow Spring Hell. In history, no monk can step into this place except the Heavenly Lord of the Reincarnation, even the first-generation master of your underworld. The little girl is not

I know if there is a red shore flower there." "But, red shore flower usually grows at the end of the interface. Compared with the eighteenth level hell, the bottom of the eighteenth level hell should be closer to the end of the interface. Since the former grows red shore flower, the latter is more likely to be born

The girl with the other side of the shore flower grew." The blood-skirt guessed.

"Thank you for your advice, I've helped you a lot."

Shen Lang respectfully clasped his fists and thanked him.

In this way, I have to go to the bottom of the 18th level of hell to explore.

"Young Master, don't be polite."

The girl in the blood skirt smiled slightly.

"Then Chen said goodbye!"

After saying that, Shen Lang was about to fly out of this sea of ​​flowers and enter the reincarnation tunnel in the valley.

The girl with a blood skirt frowned and immediately lifted up a blood-colored petal, blocking Shen Lang's way, and pouted her mouth and said, "Young master, don't hurry to leave!"

Seeing that the space around was covered with blood-colored petals, Shen Lang hurriedly explained: "There is still an urgent matter that needs to be dealt with. I have to leave now. I hope the girl will let go."

"Hmph, it's too unkind to leave after asking questions, right?"

The girl in the blood skirt snorted softly, with her expression very dissatisfied.

"After handling the emergency, I will come back and thank the girl in person!"

Shen Lang clasped his fists and said. The girl in the blood-skirt stepped forward lightly, blocked Shen Lang, and sighed quietly, "How can the little girl know if she will come back after leaving? Besides, the 18th level of hell is not so easy to break through. With the young master's cultivation, the probability of returning alive

Not high."

Although Shen Lang's soul power has reached the level of the late stage of Luo Tian Shangxian, his cultivation is only at the middle stage of Luo Tian Shangxian.

"Young Master is not going to risk her life, why not stay here to accompany the little girl to relieve her loneliness?" The girl with a blood-skirt dress gently pressed her slender jade hand on the Misilian sacred garment on Shen Lang's chest, exhaling like an orchid, and her posture was indescribable.

She has been in hell for so long, and whenever she meets a group of crooked people, Shen Lang's appearance is not particularly handsome, but he is still nine points handsome, and the deep and sharp temperament released by her whole body makes her extremely fascinated.

A famous student came here ten thousand years ago, but the other party's cultivation level reached the level of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and the girl in the blood skirt dared not show up. Now there is such a great opportunity, the girl in the blood skirt said that she didn't want to let Shen Lang go.

Seeing that the girl in the blood skirt was so bold, Shen Lang's eyelids twitched, and he quickly took two steps back, frowned and said, "Miss is joking. There is something important to go to the 18th level of hell. I hope the girl will let go!"

"Hmph, since the gate of hell is closed, I have been bored here for more than a billion years. If I stay there, I am afraid I will die of old age. Now I have finally met such a handsome monk like the young master. How can I let you go?"

The girl in the blood skirt was full of resentment, and the evil sneered: "Let me capture you alive first, and then train you well!"

As soon as the words were finished, the girl with a delicate jade hand in the blood skirt suddenly burst into the sky with bloody light. The blood-colored thorns poured out from the blood, like a net of heaven and earth, devouring towards Shen Lang.

"Bloody eyes tear the sky!" Shen Lang immediately became alert to the threat, and used bloody eyes tear the sky in a flash. The Shura Holy Pupil on his eyebrows spewed out a thick blood light that covered the sky and hit the blood-colored thorns as dense as the sea waves.
Chapter completed!