The great master behind the Xuanhuang world is about to enter the level of the most holy. Ling Yu thought about it and felt extremely terrible. Is there any hope of fighting with such a person? The gap is too big, and it is a world of difference. The other party can crush him to death by just breathing a breath.

Ling Yu's whole heart was a little cool.

"Haha, are you scared? Are you afraid? Are you desperate? Are you desperate? No chance, you will never have a chance. In front of Lord Gaia, you can't even be an ant, and you can only become the nutrients of these eighteen levels of hell. You are actually foolish in trying to control this space. It's ridiculous!"

The evil Taoist is so smart. Although Ling Yu did not show any strangeness, he still saw the fluctuations in Ling Yu's mood in the blink of an eye, so he started to mock him.

"Is that true? If you can't even count ants, what's your evil Taoist? You are trapped in these eighteen levels of hell, without even some freedom, and you're even plotted by me, who can't even count ants."

Ling Yu sneered, but a strong unwillingness surged deep in his heart. Even if the opponent is too strong, so what if I, Ling Yu, want to fight with him. Xuanwu used the River Map World to block the information on the earth. At least I still have a first-line chance now. How can I give up until the last moment?

Thinking of this, Ling Yu's heart became as tough as iron, and even had a wonderful feeling of sudden enlightenment. The nine law crystals suddenly shook, and the orbit of the operation underwent subtle changes, becoming more round and flawless, with a strange mood of Tao.

Even when these nine law crystals were running, an invisible suction was formed, and this suction formed a subtle sense of induction with an existence in the void. Unfortunately, this sense seemed to be isolated by some force.

Sensing this scene, Ling Yu took a deep breath and finally completed the last step of the law's operation, making the law's operation natural. As long as you have enough pure yang energy, you can complete the condensation of the law's pattern. The suction force just now communicated with the pure yang star core, but unfortunately it was covered by the rules, and Ling Yu could not absorb the pure yang energy.

."you?"

Ling Yu's tone of contempt caused the evil Taoist's anger to arouse the anger, pointing at Ling Yu, trembling violently.

"Okay, evil Taoist, how have we done the transaction?"

Ling Yu touched his chin, ignored the evil Taoist's fire-breathing eyes and said with a smile.

The evil Taoist snorted and continued to glare.

"If I control this space, I will restore your freedom, and all you need is to provide me with enough pure yang energy. Evil Taoist, don't think I'll tell jokes anymore. Even the Lord of Gaia is about to break through to the Supreme Saint level, but it has not reached it yet. I have blocked the breath of this space, and he cannot sense it at all. You should notice why the power of the projection of the imperial coffin is not as powerful as you imagined?"

Ling Yu didn't care and continued, and also revealed some information. There was no way, if you force it, it would probably be difficult to work. An existence like the evil Taoist is too terrifying. Even if he was plotted to cause heavy losses last time, he would not be able to deal with it. The starving camel is bigger than a horse.

Of course, Ling Yu would not be afraid of this evil Taoist. With the magical artifact in the heavenly realm, he could escape at any time.

The evil Taoist's face changed slightly. He did have this kind of doubt. He immediately frowned and stared at Ling Yu, and said coldly: "Shield the breath of this space, hum, even the ancestral god in the world realm is probably very difficult to do. Just you, it's a joke."

"Haha, but that's the truth. Evil Taoist, let me reveal to you my origin. I am not from this world. I am from the prehistoric world. My master used supreme means to reincarnate and reborn into this world. Is it the Lord of Gaia? Hehe, my master is not weaker than the Lord of Gaia. Evil Taoist, your will invade my sea of ​​consciousness last time, and wasn't it easily shattered? Hehe, that's a trace of my will of my master. As long as you cooperate with me and wait for me to control this space, you can regain freedom."

Ling Yu's eyes rolled, he thought about it, and then smiled faintly.

The evil Taoist's face changed drastically, and his pupils shrank and stared at Ling Yu, as if he had seen something terrible.

I have to say that Ling Yu's nonsense really made the evil Taoist subconsciously accept it. After all, his will was shattered by an indescribable force. Although he has always attributed the reason to Ling Yu's insidiousness and possessing a powerful magic weapon in the heavenly realm, the most powerful weapon, with Ling Yu's strength, cannot exert its power at all.

If there is a powerful will clone hidden in Ling Yu's sea of ​​consciousness that can be compared with Lord Gaia, then it is a different matter. Not to mention that he, a peak creator, even an ancestral god in the world realm, can be easily crushed like a native chicken and a tile dog when facing the will of the Supreme Ancestral God, without any resistance, the gap is too big.

Thinking of the young man behind this terrifying supreme ancestor god, the evil Taoist warred all over.

Ling Yu saw the change of the evil Taoist's aura and laughed three times in his heart. It seemed that the evil Taoist had already believed it.

. "How about the evil Taoist? Now this space is blocked, and Gaia's incarnation cannot be connected with the Lord of Gaia. As long as the time comes, I can devour the Lord of Gaia and completely control this space, so as to gain a foothold in this Xuanhuang world and assist my master and the Lord of Gaia. And as long as you cooperate with me, you can leave this world safely and regain freedom."

Ling Yuzhizhu was holding her and smiled.

The evil Taoist thoughts were changing, and he was considering whether to accept it or not. If this was the case, then it would be unrealistic to seek revenge on Ling Yu. Offending an Supreme Ancestor God is simply terrible.

But he was extremely smart, and a problem soon happened. His eyes suddenly became sharp and he stared at Ling Yu and said, "Since you have a master behind you, why should you ask me for pure yang energy?"

"Hey, the evil Taoist, it's true that you are stupid. No wonder I'm easily plotting on it. If it's so easy to send the pure yang energy in, there is no need to be so complicated in the plan." Ling Yu shook his head and sighed.

The evil Taoist's face turned dark, and when he thought of his plan to be defeated, he felt like he vomited blood.

"Okay, I'll trust you once, but"

The evil Taoist thought about it over and over again, thinking that this was an opportunity. After all, after being plotted by Ling Yu, he had completely cut off the opportunity to escape. Now he had a chance to send it up. I was really unwilling to accept it if I didn't seize it. What's more, Ling Yu's identity is not simple. With a supreme ancestor god as his backer, it is naturally impossible to offend him.

So he finally made up his decision and was about to agree. Suddenly the void shook slightly and a flesh and blood figure descended.

This figure looks like a pile of disgusting meat mountains, and it is a clone of the flesh and blood demon lord who is grinding the flesh and blood.

It will not be too difficult to descend from a high-level hell to a low-level hell, but on the other hand, it will be more difficult.

This flesh and blood demon lord descended to the 18th level of hell with his clone, which was quite laborious.

"Damn little beast, you even dare to plot against your flesh and blood. You must swallow your flesh and blood." As soon as the Lord of the Flesh Demon appeared, he saw Ling Yu, and his flesh was rolling in waves. His two small eyes emitted a terrifying blood light. He roared and was about to pounce on Ling Yu.

"Flesh, wait"

When the evil Taoist saw that something was wrong, he waved his hand quickly, and a purgatory aura turned into a wall of fire, blocking the flesh and blood Demon Lord.

"Evil Taoist, what are you doing? Why don't you quickly tear this little beast into skin?" The Flesh Demon Lord roared angrily.

Hearing the Flesh Demon Lord a little beast, the evil Taoist even turned green. Although he didn't know how many times he had shouted before, Ling Yu was now the hope of his escape, but he didn't have the courage to shout again, and quickly explained to the Flesh Demon Lord.

After a lot of talk, the Flesh Demon Lord believed it. Then he looked at Ling Yu and said hesitantly: "I said little beast, you didn't lie to me. Last time I just ate you."

"Believe it or not, it's up to you."

Ling Yu said calmly, not afraid that this disgusting fat man would not agree.

"Okay, I believe you again, otherwise." The Flesh Demon Lord wanted to say something harsh, but when he remembered that there was an unfathomable supreme ancestor god behind Ling Yu, even the evil Taoist suffered a great loss, he shut up.

Hehe, I fooled another one. It seems that I can turn the powerful existence of these eighteen levels of hell into a cow that continuously provides pure yang energy. I am proud of me, and I smiled proudly. Ling Yu was in a good mood and felt that the chance of victory increased a little.

Not long after, the existence of other hells came one after another, and the evil Taoists and other fooled people helped Ling Yu fool the others.

In the end, everyone in the seventeenth level of hell actually agreed to provide Ling Yu with pure yang energy. Of course, the price Ling Yu had to pay was to give them freedom after controlling this space.

Ling Yu sneered in his heart, how could he give up such free labor easily?

.The eighteen levels of hell, except for the first level of hell, the Wandering Soul Mist Prison, is a Gaia incarnation. The guardians of other hell are all foreign gods and demons. The weakest one is the zombie generals in the Wild Ghost Tomb Prison, but they have also reached the level of the immortal god.

Among the seventeen guardians, there are five immortal levels, nine thunder tribulation levels, three destiny levels, and one creation level.

Such an existence is considered a strong man even in the prehistoric world.

But in the eighteen levels of hell, he was just a guardian who was suppressed and trapped by the Lord of Gaia.

Ling Yu was very suspicious that in other creature planets in the Xuanhuang world, there were also eighteen levels of hell and powerful guardians.

The role of these guardians is to accelerate the formation of the eighteen levels of hell.

Similarly, once the eighteen levels of hell are formed, the eighteen levels of hell in countless creatures and planets will be combined into one to form a world that is truly similar to the world of hell. The final fate of these guardians is probably to become ghosts and gods like the judge of the ghost, and they will never leave the eighteen levels of hell forever.

I have to say that this is simply a big deal.

At this moment, in the Invincible Purgatory, Ling Yu said to all the guardians: "I must be promoted to the heavenly realm as soon as possible. I must have sufficient pure yang energy. Every three days, I will come to the eighteenth level of hell to get the pure yang energy. I don't know how much pure yang energy you have now."

These guardians must have a lot of storage of pure yang energy.

Generally, a strong man who has just entered the heavenly level can absorb the amount of pure yang energy every day, that is, 100,000 yuan. If a strong man at the heavenly level consumes all his magic power, it will take at least one hundred days to recover with the speed of absorption.

And every time you improve one level, the pure yang energy you breathe increases by ten times.

The immortal realm is about one million.

The thunder tribulation level is about tens of millions.

The destiny level is about 100 million.

As for the Creation stage, it is about one billion yuan.

Of course, this is just a rough standard, and there are actually big differences.

Like the peak creator of the Evil Taoist, the daily throughput can basically reach about 5 billion yuan.

However, this is throughput. When they practice, they also need to consume a large amount of pure yang energy. Basically half of the pure yang energy is consumed during cultivation. In addition, when fighting, using magical powers and magic weapons must have enough magic power to drive it, and then they must have enough reserves of pure yang energy.

With so many powerful existences, it is absolutely easy to provide Ling Yu with pure yang energy, and Ling Yu condenses the law pattern.

"I can probably take out a million pure Yang Yuan cores."

Seeing everyone looking at him, the evil Taoist eyes flashed and finally said.

The pure Yang Yuan core is different from the core of life. It is at two levels, one is equivalent to the law realm and the other is equivalent to the magic realm.

A pure yang core requires 10,000 yuan of pure yang energy to be condensed.

In addition to the pure yang energy, the core of life also has other low-level vitality, with a lot of impurities. It is already very good that an ordinary life core can have one yuan pure yang energy. Even the terrifying golden strange bird has only a pure yang energy of more than 100,000 yuan. In other words, more than a dozen pure yang energy is equivalent to the life core of a golden strange bird.

Because of this, the value of pure Yang Yuan core is very high. In the Three Thousand Worlds, it is regarded as a high-level circulating currency. As for the low-level one, of course, it is the core of life.

Now the evil Taoist takes out one million pure yang cores, which is equivalent to tens of billions of pure yang energy.

However, Ling Yu was not satisfied. Compared with the pure yang energy throughput of the peak creator like the evil Taoist, the pure yang energy of tens of billions is really a piece of cake, with only two or three days of throughput. If you don’t search a little more, how could Ling Yu be willing?

"Evil Taoist, are you playing tricks on me? You are the peak creator and have even understood the will of the world. The daily throughput of pure yang energy is as high as tens of billions of yuan, equivalent to millions of pure yang cores. Is it a beggar?"

Ling Yu sneered.

The evil Taoist's face turned into a pig's liver color, and he immediately argued: "My pure yang energy throughput is so much, but that is outside. In this broken space, it is good to have one percent of the suppression projected by the imperial coffin. These million pure yang cores are already most of my savings."

Although it was not as serious as he said, it was almost 10% of his property, and he was heartbroken.

For monks, the pure Yang Yuan core is the life root.

Ling Yu was slightly stunned. Is that true? He immediately looked at the others and found that they also looked the same.

"Boy, this is the case. Their strength has been greatly sealed, and their throughput on the pure Yang Qi will naturally shrink significantly."

Xuanwu also spoke out and said slowly.

Ling Yu pondered endlessly, which made the evil Taoist and others very nervous.

"Will this be the evil Taoist, I won't make things difficult for you. Now I will get five million first, and every three days, I will provide me with 50,000 pure Yang cores. Haha, compared to personal freedom, I think this kind of external wealth should be nothing."

Ling Yu thought about it and said with a squint.

The evil Taoist hesitated for a while and finally nodded in agreement.

With the example of evil Taoists, others have also given the number one after another.

There are about one million more, and there are more than one hundred thousand fewer. Together, it is as high as 13 million pure Yang Yuan cores. For Ling Yu at this stage, this is definitely a fortune. If calculated based on the core of life, it is at least more than 10 billion.

The form of the pure Yang Yuan core is gold-plated, extremely transparent, without the golden feeling of the core of life.

Each pure Yang Yuan core is only the size of a longan. More than tens of millions of pure Yang Yuan cores are piled up into a small hill. Ling Yu drooled his mouth. Then he waved his hand and put the pure Yang Yuan core like a hill into the top-grade treasure artifact, the Flesh and Blood Demon Palace.

Seeing the pure Yang Yuan core that he had accumulated with great effort, disappearing in front of him, everyone in the eighteen levels of hell seemed to have been cut by his heart, and it hurts blood!
Chapter completed!