Chapter 1157

"Do you want this ginseng or not?" Sun Yi looked at them, smiling and pointing.

"No, No." Those heads shook like a rattle drum, and their smile was no less ferocious than the devil's smile. Such a powerful dragon commander could not move in this person's hands. They'd better forget it.

"Then you don't get out!" Haokong shouted loudly, with a face of small people's success.

Hearing the speech, those martial artists dare not stay more and disappear here immediately.

"If you are wise enough, you should dare to talk more and slap you to death." Haokong complacently said to himself that others bullied him in the past. Today, he finally bullied others.

Sun Yi shook her head slightly and began to pick the 100000 year old ginseng.

At this time, the opening of the one-day Mingshen garden has ended, and all martial artists have left the Mingshen garden.

As soon as he left here, Sun Yi strongly sealed the commander of Jiaolong and killed the pro army of the city master's house, which immediately spread all over the demon spirit City, and the martial artists talked about it one by one.

However, the ruler of the evil spirit City, the evil spirit emperor, was very quiet, as if nothing had happened.

The city Lord's mansion is filled with Yin, and countless martial arts in the hell circle walk around, with a terrible smell running through the sky.

Suddenly, a huge ghost shadow fell into the city master. It was the sealed Jiaolong commander who came with a figure in white.

With the arrival of Sun Yi, the whole city Lord's house fell into panic. The Dragon commander was wailing and asked countless martial artists to come here and confront Sun Yi.

But none of them dared to do it. Many people recognized that this man was the one who sealed the Jiaolong commander that day. If the city master didn't come out, who dared to oppose him.

"Save me, save me, Lord demon spirit, kill this dark man. How dare he kill our city Lord's army!" The Dragon commander shouted.

However, in response to him, a huge dark palm print pulled hard at him. The terrible power made the Jiaolong commander pain together like a snake.

"Bastard, you don't know Mount Tai. Your guests come and shout here." A voice of dignity came from the depths of the mansion. It was a figure of an old man just like ordinary people, but with two high antlers on his head.

He walked to Sun Yi with a smile and whispered, "I don't know if the distinguished guest is coming. I'm far away."

This man is the Lord of the evil spirit City, the undead of the great emperor's territory. He was in the Dao emperor's territory before his death.

"I was rude and sent this bug." Sun Yi touched his nose. He thought the demon spirit City Lord would be angry. He was ready for a big war.

But the master of the evil spirit city is old and refined. He faces it with a smile. This is the so-called person who reaches out and doesn't hit a smiling face. If he can have a good chat, he won't do it.

"I know that this little dragon is used to arrogance. I will discipline him more."

The evil spirit city master motioned that at that time, a group of warriors would take the Jiaolong commander away.

"It doesn't matter. I have something to ask the demon spirit city master." Sun Yi waved his hand.

"This is not a place to talk. Please come with me." The evil spirit city master is in front of Sun Yi, and he follows closely.

Through the corridors, you come to a spacious hall.

The evil spirit City Master asked several servant girls to send some cups of tea in hell.

"This tea?" Sun Yi's eyes were stunned. The water was black and sent out a thick dead gas, while the tea was condensed by pure dark gas. This cup of water was no less than a cup of the most poisonous poison for jiutianwu. Shouyuan would be deprived of a lot.

Seeing Sun Yi's expression, the evil spirit city master touched the call on his head and said with a bitter smile: "I forgot that I'm not a martial artist in the hell world, but from other places. I'm afraid I can't get used to this cup of dark tea, but there's no other good reception in the hell world."

"How does the evil spirit City Lord know that I am not a warrior in hell?" Sun Yi asked suspiciously. He still drank the cup of dark tea.

The taste different from Jiutian tea is the taste of death and decay, but his blood power is inviolable, and his strong constitution forcibly converts these dead Qi into strength.

"With the help of your childhood friends, the martial arts in hell will have death power no matter which law they understand. For example, fire will be dark fire." Demon city main road.

"I'm really not a warrior in hell, but from a world called nine days." Sun Yi didn't hide it and said with a smile.

"Ha ha, in fact, Laojiu is not a warrior in hell, but came from another world thousands of years ago." The evil spirit City Lord laughed.

The power of the way of heaven of the underworld is the top way of heaven, which is comparable to the fate of fate. Its power acts on the whole chaotic space. If the true spirit does not disperse, it will be pulled by the power of the way of heaven of the underworld.

In other words, the true spirit is the essence of the martial soul and the place to retain the martial consciousness. When you come to hell, you will be transformed into a dead by special forces.

"I don't say much nonsense. I'm here to ask the demon spirit City Lord for a qualification to leave the first floor. I'm willing to exchange five ten thousand year nether ginseng." Turning his hands, Sun Yi handed the five nether ginseng to the demon spirit city master.

In the world of hell, it's not so simple to go to the next layer of hell. You need to be recommended by every city recognized by the temple of the underworld, otherwise you can only stay in one layer of hell forever.

The Lord of the evil spirit city didn't accept it, but showed his embarrassment and said, "my little friend came late. As early as a few months ago, a group of martial artists who also came from other places took all the places in the evil spirit city in the past ten years."

The demon city is a great emperor city. Every ten years, it has five qualifications to go to the lower hell.

Although hell is big, the number of martial artists is also terrible to an extreme.

Although the lower hell is more prosperous, its resources are limited. In order to prevent the population explosion of the lower hell, the hell temple, as the controller, has formulated a cruel rule that only a few people in each city can enter the lower hell.

This reason is very simple. It is impossible to create a great emperor for a hundred holy emperors with the same resources. If it is given to a powerful genius, it will certainly create a great emperor.

Hell is more cruel than nine days. Here is the elite line. The weak can only be eliminated by hell slowly, and only the strong can step into the peak step by step.

"Martial artists from other planes." Sun Yi murmured. Naturally, he understood that it was the warrior who entered from the wasteland battlefield. Then he asked, "what other way can you enter the lower hell?"

The first level of hell resources are too barren, and there are too few strong ones, which is not suitable for his martial arts cultivation. However, the nine day disaster has come. He must grow up in the hell world as soon as possible and expect to have some self-protection ability when he leaves the hell world.