Chapter 937

Yes, even as one of the most powerful gatekeepers in hell, the Deathbringer can only dominate on the 15th floor. He can't go to the 14th floor or the 16th floor.

Theoretically, he is invincible in the 15th floor, which is his territory and his world, but no matter how powerful he is, he can't freely shuttle through the 18th floor hell.

Similarly, other gatekeepers of hell can't come to his world. Instead, they are some ancient demons and mummies in each layer of hell. They can shuttle between adjacent layers of hell, but the strongest can only shuttle between three layers at most.

And Ding Yi actually got into the 16th floor under his nose, just like his own home.

The death messenger stood in the same place for half a minute before he came back to himself. Is that right? Is our hell bad again? You're free to go?

When the sage Huang Zheng burned hell, there was a time when hell was free to pass, because Huang Zheng took away several magic weapons, such as the platform of reincarnation, which suppressed hell's fate.

The death messenger quickly put away his magic weapon, the rotten magic knife, and walked to the front channel.

Whoosh, he walked one step, and the passage in front of him flashed away like an illusory shadow.

transparent? It's like air.

I can't get in.

How did Ning Yi get in?

The deathmaker wants to cry.

If you don't take such a trap, I just saw my great enemy and was trying to deal with him, but I watched him fall.

Why is he in hell like his own home?

"Damn it, the ghost mirror is on him." The messenger of death finally remembers that Ding Yi has the most precious place in hell.

However, the death emissary knows what the ghost mirror can do. It is used to destroy other people's souls. When it shines on ordinary people, the soul will fly out of the sky and become a walking corpse.

The stronger the mental power, the worse the effect.

The death emissary didn't know that with the ghost mirror, he could travel through every layer of hell at will.

It's no wonder that Ding Yi is not surrounded by the most ferocious ghosts and spirits in hell, because he has a ghost mirror in his hand. Those ghosts and spirits are the condensation of dead souls. They are most afraid of the ghost mirror, so they are far away.

No, I have to get the ghost mirror, so that I can not only travel through every layer of hell, but also have a chance to leave hell and go to the world, even the fairyland.

The more the messenger of death thought about it, the more excited he was. He turned his eyes and began to think about what to do.

What he was most afraid of was that Ding Yi would turn around and run away without looking back.

In fact, Ding Yi almost ran back to the original place in one breath.

After he escaped into the cave, he ran away, and at the same time, he was thinking about why he could appear in hell?

The death messenger made it very clear that the living can't be here, only the dead can come in.

This is the oracle of Huang Zheng, the sage. His words are that there is no way to violate the law of heaven, even the Immortal King and emperor in the immortal world.

"Ah, ghost mirror? Must be the mirror of the ghost? " Ding Yi also thinks about this problem. The master of the ghost mirror, the real king of the evil prison, can't drive it. It's obvious that he is not the original master of this magic weapon.

This should be the treasure of hell. It needs the breath of hell to drive it.

Ding Yi finally figured it out. However, wait a minute, why doesn't there seem to be any pursuers behind?

Ding Yi just ran into the cave for a while. Based on his previous experience, it took him about ten minutes to go out.

But no one seems to be chasing me?

Ding Yi stops and looks back.

There was silence behind him.

Scared to death, the death messenger didn't come.

Wait, why didn't he come after me?

With the character of death Messenger, the will of the world has been trained by Ding Yi. How can we let Ding Yi go?

That rotten magic knife is really powerful. Just looking at it, Ding Yi felt that even if he was immortal, he would be demonized. If he escaped a little slower, he might become a corpse.

How can such a powerful enemy easily let Ding Yi go?

Is he afraid of my ghost mirror? Ding Yi has fantasies.

He stopped and walked back and forth in the passage for a while. He wanted to go back to the place where Wan Zhenjun threw him, but it was more desolate there. Even a corpse was rare.

It seems that the higher you go up, the more monsters there are and the more lively they are.

Ding Yi thinks about it and decides to go back. If the messenger of death is not there, he will run straight ahead and look for another mountain.

Ding Yi walked cautiously to the end of the passage, then slowly stretched out his head.

Outside, as before, there were corpses all over the ground, and the corpses of various demons piled up together.

Originally, there were many people who were seriously injured before the death emissary came. Just now, when the death emissary's decadent magic knife came out, all the life in a circle of ten li died in a flash.

Ding Yi looks at it, as if the death messenger is not there, and is about to step out.

"Ho" heard a horse.

The cry of "the white horse of the dead", he is still nearby.

Ding Yi quickly shrinks back and is ready to turn around and run.

"Ning Yi, are you? Come out, let's talk about it. " The voice of the death messenger came: "you are right just now. We are just a little friction in the world. In fact, we can be friends, cluck cluck."

With a strange smile, he appeared on a pile of demon bones.

Then Ding Yi saw him reach into the air, and the bones of the hell demons began to dry.

After a while, they all became mummies.

But it wasn't over. After a few seconds, swish, swish, the mummies stood up one after another, as if they were alive again.

They stood, cold and orderly, with no expression on their faces, like the army of death messengers.

This son of a bitch is so powerful that he waves his hand and builds an army. Ding Yi envies him to death.

He also learned to corrode the talons, but it was obviously useless. He killed the enemy, but he could not turn the enemy into a zombie army.

"Death Messenger, you don't want to cheat me out, do you? Can't you come in? " As soon as Ding Yi's eyes turned, he immediately guessed the key.

"You've entered the 16th floor of hell. I'm on the 15th floor here. The gatekeepers of each floor of hell have their own responsibilities. Come out, the demons and ghosts on the 16th floor are stronger than those on our floor. It's just that you can't see most of the ghosts and demons with the ghost mirror."

I see. Ding Yi is ecstatic. I used to be on the 16th floor. Can't this son of a bitch come in? Ha ha ha.

"I don't want to tell you that your ghost mirror can freely shuttle through the 18th floor of hell. You don't want to be trapped here all your life. I can take you all the way to the first floor and return to the world. Don't you want to return to the world?" The death emissary seduces Ding Yi with a smile.

Are you so kind? When I'm an idiot? Ding Yi also said quietly: "you step back a little bit, do not use magic weapon."

"I want to make friends with you. You can rest assured." The deathmaker retreated, and so did his zombie army.

Ding Yi walked out slowly with one foot in the passage and the other outside.

Laozi's foot is on the 15th floor and the other on the 16th floor. Hahaha, it's safe now.

Ding Yi is calm and high spirited.

"Well, death, we are all smart people. You are an old fox. You have lived for thousands of years. Tell me how you want to trade. I want to leave here. What do you want?" Ding Yi knows that death, the old fox, can talk to himself in such a good tone. There are only two points: one is to cheat himself out and kill himself, and the other is what he wants.

"Cheery." The messenger of death was overjoyed: "to speak to a wise man is to be frank."

"Very simple, I take you back to the world, you give me the ghost mirror."

"No way." Ding Yi flatly refuses.

"That's one beat and two breaks." The death emissary's face sank: "I'll do nothing and stay here every day. I'll see how you can go up. You'll die in hell all your life."

He said: "I forgot to tell you, a day in hell, a month in the world, I see how long your life can last here."

"What? A day here? A month on earth? " Ding Yi doesn't know whether it's true or not, so he's a little worried.

"Of course, and your life is lost with the human world. If you have 100000 years old, you can live thousands of years at most here."

Ni Mei's, Ding Yi is dubious, but this is definitely not a good thing, we have to find a way.

But the death emissary is also ruthless, open mouth to ghost mirror, there is no room for discussion.

Brush brush brush, Ding Yi open 42% of the head spin up.

"Hell is like every six floors. Don't think it's as simple as a mountain now. It's easy to recognize. When you get to the 12th floor, you won't know the way. You can't go back without my guidance." The Deathbringer continued.

This seems to be true. Ding Yibi practiced his will and immediately remembered this in his mind.

"How can you take me to the first level of hell? Can the ghost mirror only take one person?" Ding Yi asked.