The giant wall was only a mere ten thousand miles away from the Gate of the Abyss. Even if Cui Chen deliberately slowed down his escape speed to the late stage of divine transformation in order to avoid attracting the attention of the Feiling Tribe monks, it only took him two quarters of an hour to approach his destination.

The black earth that was originally empty has disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there was a huge abyss of unknown depth, filled with black and gray mist floating everywhere, and from time to time, strangely cold black wind blew out of it.

Cui Chen didn't care at all about this. He glanced down and couldn't see how deep it was.

At this time, the Feiling Clan monks also flew over one after another.

Cui Chen no longer hesitated and jumped into the abyss. After a few flashes of black and gray mist, he disappeared.

After a cup of tea, the fog below became lighter. At the same time, the black wind that appeared from time to time also disappeared.

Cui Chen's eyes flashed slightly, and when he looked down, he saw a black and yellow land.

The ground was lush and green, with unusually dense and huge trees, and even a few large gray birds with weird shapes hovering in the low sky.

Cui Chen turned a blind eye to this, and flew away deeper into the abyss with an expressionless expression.

In just one day and one night, Cui Chen came to a huge crack again.

There was also a strong black wind rushing out from inside, turning all the nearby stone walls into light black ice walls. It was obviously extremely cold, but Cui Chen jumped down nonchalantly.

Not long after, he arrived at the second level of space.

The monsters here were obviously more powerful than those on the first floor, and the space was several times larger than that on the first floor, which made his expression change slightly.

He suddenly realized that the space on the seventh floor might be much larger than he imagined. Finding the entrance to the Land of Styx in such a vast place would undoubtedly be like finding a needle in a haystack, and opening the entrance was not an easy task.

"As a result, we can't go according to the original plan."

Cui Chen originally planned to push across the abyss of the earth and kill all the four demon kings.

Whether it was the "Thunder Sacrifice Technique" in the hands of Yin Xuan Gu Po and Mu Qing, or the puppet refining method of Earth Blood, he was very interested. As for the six legs, the grinning beast eyeball in his hand,

It is something Cui Chen must obtain.

The ferocious beast is a real spirit that can be compared with a real dragon.

But at this time, Cui Chen changed his mind.

Since you can't reach the land of Styx by yourself, you might as well join a group. After all, the four demon kings have been planning this for hundreds of years.

If you follow them, the process will undoubtedly be much smoother.

As for those things, we can only wait until the land of Styx before falling out.

If Cui Chen wants to join Halfway, he must be worthy of being won over. Undoubtedly, the evil-fighting divine thunder is the best bargaining chip.

After pondering for a while, a plan came to mind.

After rehearsing it several times, Cui Chen put away the Purity Bell, revealing his cultivation in the early stages of refining the void.

Then he continued to rush to the third floor.

A few days later, when Cui Chen was flying at low altitude over a swamp, a dark shadow suddenly emerged silently from the mud on the ground, staring at Cui Chen.

Cui Chen noticed the object's gaze and suddenly looked back.

The shadow met Cui Chen's eyes, and then, as if it was extremely frightened, it exploded on its own like a bubble with a "pop" and disappeared without a trace on the swamp.

When Cui Chen saw this, a smile appeared on his lips. Then he moved on.

At the same time, in the heart of a hill on the fifth floor of the abyss, a mysterious man covered in bright red robes was lying on a dark wooden chair.

On a stone table next to it, there was a huge bronze mirror. In the mirror, there was a slightly blurry picture.

The content of the picture was clearly the scene where Cui Chen turned his head and stared at it.

"Something interesting! This time, a handsome flying spirit came in from the Feiling tribe. My clay puppet was discovered just by looking at him. The soul is not weak. It just so happened that the ghost woman seemed to be collecting creatures with powerful souls. This man was

It seems to be a good gift. It should be exchanged for one of her blood fishes!" A low laugh came from the mouth of the blood-robed man, and he murmured to himself.

Then he sat up, shook his sleeves, and a crystal ball flew out. After circling, it stopped in front of him.

With one hand, he made a seal, and a red light flashed into the ball.

The bead swung round and round, and the blood glowed brightly.

After a full cup of tea, Yuanzhu's bloody light shrank, and suddenly an old and unusual woman's voice came out with a trembling voice: "Di Xue, what do you want from me?"

The owner of the voice didn't seem to be interested in the blood-robed man, and his tone of voice was very stiff.

"Haha, fellow Taoist Lan, after all, we are allies who have experienced life and death together. Nowadays, it is rare for me to contact fellow Taoist. Don't I even have a good face?" The man in blood robe said with a low smile.

"Don't beat around the bush with me. Tell me directly what's going on. Otherwise, don't blame me for losing my secret skills." The old woman's voice deepened, she was very impatient.

"Fellow Taoist, please be patient! I just want to ask, how many of the eight ghost kings have you refined now?" The man in blood robe didn't care about the old woman's attitude and still asked calmly.

"What? You know that these eight ghost kings need the souls of people with strong spiritual consciousness to successfully refine them. If you ask this question, are you trying to ridicule me?" The old woman's voice deepened and her tone became colder.

He replied a little nervously.

"Haha, fellow Taoist Lan misunderstood. I contacted fellow Taoist this time just to provide such a top-quality soul material." The man in blood robe touched his palm and said with a smile.

"Old monster with earth blood, if you weren't busy gathering enough puppets, when would you care about my mission?" The old woman was startled, a little surprised.

"I don't mean to help you, but I just found a Feiling tribesman who has the cultivation of Feilingshuai, and he can sense the distraction I attached to the mud puppet at a glance. Such a powerful soul should be enough

Let's refine the materials for the Ghost King." The man in blood robe said leisurely.

"Enough is definitely enough. But you won't tell me plainly what do you want from me in exchange?" The old woman pondered for a moment and then replied.

"Hehe, I like to deal with people who understand things like Taoist friends. It's very simple. As long as I provide specific information, a ten-thousand-year-old blood fish is enough. Let me help you capture it and deliver it to your door personally. Then

Two blood fish." The blood-robed man rolled his eyes, and the lion opened his mouth.

"Hmph, what do you think my ten-thousand-year-old blood fish is? One ghost wants to exchange for two. I have no time to separate now. In one sentence, if you send me your soul, I will give you a ten-thousand-year blood fish.

I guess you took advantage of me." The old woman snorted coldly and said rudely.

"Okay, just one. After half a month, this person's spirit will be sent to you."

The man in blood-robed clothes agreed neatly, as if he was afraid that the old woman would regret it, so he immediately cut off the call and quickly put the ball away.

Immediately, the sleeves of the robe shook, and three blood shadows flew out from the sleeves. After a flash, they turned into three blurry figures of different shapes, kneeling motionless on the ground.

The blood-robed man's eyes glowed with blood, and three bloodshot threads that were difficult to detect with the naked eye shot out from between his brows and disappeared in the blink of an eye into the three blurry blood shadows in front of him.

The bowed figure suddenly raised his head, and a strange green light flashed in his eyes.

"Go, kill this man and capture his spirit!" The man in blood robe pointed at the picture on the bronze mirror and ordered without emotion.

The next moment, there was a flash of blood, and the three blood shadows instantly turned into three blood rainbows that circled nearby, then disappeared into the nearby wall.

"To deal with a Flying Spirit Tribe monk in the early stage of the Spirit Commander, three of the Blood Wood Puppet in the early stage of the Spirit Commander should be more than enough." The blood-robed man murmured to himself, and then leaned back on the wooden chair with ease.
Chapter completed!