Chapter 139 Arriving at the Eighteenth Layer of the Netherworld Sea

The next thing is much simpler. Styx and Houtu each made an oath to heaven and agreed on the content.

Soon, above the sea of ​​blood, a muffled thunder sounded, Tiandao responded, and the Tiandao oath officially came into effect.

Zhao Gongming and Hou Tu breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Once the oath of heaven is made, this matter is equivalent to a certainty. There is no room for regrets before Houtu has attained enlightenment.

A smile appeared on Ming He's lips, "Fellow Taoist Houtu, shall I take you to the Netherworld Sea?"

"Sorry for the trouble, fellow Taoist Styx."

Immediately, Minghe drove the twelfth-grade karma fire red lotus in front, followed by Tu, Zhao Gongming, and Xingtian followed.

There was no hurry, no delay, and after flying for about a day, the endless sea of ​​blood disappeared in front of me.

Zhao Gongming only felt that he had left the primitive world and entered another world.

Darkness, coldness, and eyes followed, followed by dark mountains and endless black sea water.

The mountains stand above the sea water, and the sea water lifts up countless mountains from below. It is desolate, dead, cold and dark. At the same time, it is unprecedentedly silent. Even the sound of your own heartbeat can be heard clearly.

If people stay there for too long, they may even go crazy. It can be called a place of death.

This is also the reason why even though the Netherworld Sea is the territory of Styx, not a single Asura clan exists.

Styx waved his hand, and the power of the supreme blood burst out, hitting a high black mountain.

Rumbling, the mountains shook, and countless gravel fell down, rolling into the black sea water and disappearing.

The next moment, the creatures in the seawater seemed to be alarmed. Countless transparent remnant souls flew out from it, causing waves. They flew into the air, covering the sky and the sun, and the edges could not be seen at a glance. A faint wave of A cold breath came.

These are all the remnant souls of the ancient monks who died, floating alone on the first level of the Nether Sea.

Strictly speaking, they are not considered a ghost clan because their strength during their lifetime was too weak.

They are all earthly immortals and heavenly immortals with strength, and there are even residual souls of monks who have refined their energy to transform into spirits, refined their energy to transform into gods, trained their spirits to return to the void, and refined their void to combine with the Tao.

Similarly, because they are too weak, they can hardly harm the ancient world, let alone cover the sky with ghost energy and create ghosts and monsters, which is a great magical power that they cannot imagine.

Therefore, there is no karma or evil energy on them, they are simply remnants of souls, floating aimlessly on the Netherworld Sea.

Even if you use great magic power to transform, you won't get half the merit.

Styx Jiejie smiled strangely, "Fellow Taoist Hou Tu, the first level is really not interesting. Why don't we continue to look down?"

The Netherworld Sea is divided into eighteen layers in total and was already formed when the world was created.

Among them, the first three levels are filled with weak remnant souls that are meaningless and have no karma and no merit after transformation.

The next dozen or so levels are the ghost clans that have karma and are threatening, and only after transformation can they have merit.

Hou Tu nodded lightly, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Fellow Daoist Styx."

"No trouble, no trouble, ancestor is still waiting for the merits of fellow Taoist Hou Tu."

Ancestor Styx Jie Jie smiled strangely. No one can have too much merit.

Soon, everyone came to the second floor. The second floor was exactly the same as the first floor, except that the aura of the remnant soul was slightly stronger, but if you don't sense it carefully, you can hardly detect it.

The third level is a little stronger than the second level, but still the same.

Soon, under the leadership of Styx, everyone went deep into the fourth level.

The aura given to Zhao Gongming on the fourth floor was completely different. The coldness was mixed with some faint evil aura, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Xing Tian almost retched when he smelled this smell.

This smell is simply worse than the smell of blood in the sea of ​​blood. I really don’t know how this ghost tribe survives in a place like this.

The Styx River released its breath slightly, and suddenly, the entire fourth level of the Netherworld Sea began to violently turbulent. Countless black remnant souls flew up from all directions, wandering in the air, blocking the sky and the sun.

"snort!"

Styx snorted softly, exuding a faint pressure from all over his body.

"Buzz!"

The immeasurable remnant soul made a sharp buzzing sound and spread out in all directions, forming a vacuum zone with the Styx as the center.

These remnant souls already have a touch of karma on their bodies, but it is still very thin. Although they do not have much wisdom, they are still greatly suppressed in front of the Styx, like a mouse meeting a cat.

There was a trace of disgust in Styx's eyes, and it was obvious that he didn't like these ghosts.

"Fellow Taoist Houtu, do you want me to continue with you?"

Hou Tu smiled and said, "No need, I am already familiar with the Netherworld Sea. Fellow Daoist Styx River, please do as you please."

Styx Jiejie smiled, "Okay, then I'll leave first."

Halfway through, the person suddenly turned around and said, "Don't forget the 30% luck."

Previously, three thousand years of Jiutianxi soil had been handed over to Styx.

"You have already made an oath to heaven, why don't fellow Taoists from Styx still feel reassured?"

Hou Tu frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy.

"Isn't this a reminder to fellow Taoist, in case you forget."

Styx smiled brightly, and his figure flashed, disappearing into the Nether Sea in an instant.

Hou Tu shook his head and said, "This guy Styx is so useless that he can't get up early. No wonder he lives alone in the sea of ​​​​blood and can't get out easily."

Zhao Gongming smiled and said, "Uncle Master, the Netherworld Sea is divided into eighteen levels. I heard that the ghosts on each level are stronger than those on the previous level. Why don't we go directly to the eighteenth level to have a look?"

"That's fine."

Hou Tu nodded slightly, a mysterious look flashed in his eyes. When he entered the Netherworld Sea, he felt something unusual.

The entire Nether Sea seems to be enveloped by an indescribable rule of heaven and earth, which continuously attracts the remaining souls of the ancient world to gather together.

Hou Tu waved his hand, and the supreme quasi-sage magic enveloped Zhao Gongming and Xing Tian, ​​and then fled to the bottom of the Netherworld Sea.

Every time you go deeper, the cold atmosphere around you becomes thicker and thicker.

After reaching the fifteenth floor, the aura emanating from it made Zhao Gongming feel uncomfortable. Layers of cold air penetrated into the bone marrow, and he could only use his magic power to drive it out of the body.

Soon, the group entered the eighteenth level of the Netherworld Sea.

As far as the eye can see, the water is darker, more lonely, and colder. Five tall black peaks stand in the bottomless water, exuding an aura of majesty.

A dense and ghostly aura lingered on the five huge peaks, as if it wanted to engulf them all.

Xing Tian couldn't help but shuddered, "Okay, it smells so cold."

The Wu Clan's Qi and blood are unparalleled in the world. It can make a big man like Xingtian shiver, which shows how cold the eighteenth level of the Netherworld Sea is.

"Taozhi Mountain, Luofu Mountain, Banzhong Mountain, Baodu Mountain, and Luofeng Mountain, these are the names of the five mountains."

Zhao Gongming glanced at it and said.

"Since this mountain has a name, it must have an owner."

"The Houtu of the Wu Clan has come to pay homage to the Netherworld Sea Ghost Clan."

Hou Tu's thoughts moved, and the quasi-sage's aura tilted outward slightly.

"Crash!"

In an instant, the evil spirit and ghost energy in the entire eighteenth level of the Netherworld began to riot!

Soon, even the five mountains in the endless dark sea began to shake slightly, and together with the sea water, they set off huge waves.

From Taozhi Mountain, Luofu Mountain, Banzhong Mountain, Baodu Mountain, and Luofeng Mountain, a tall figure stepped out each.

Wearing black clothes, he is tall, with disheveled hair, and his facial features are ordinary. He is not ugly or beautiful, except for his eyes. His whole body is gray-white, and he exudes a faint law fluctuation.

"Witch Clan."

The voices of the five people were hoarse, and it seemed that for a while, they couldn't even think of what the Witch Clan was.

After a long pause, the five people said, "I remember that there is no contact between my ghost tribe and the witch tribe. What is the importance of fellow Taoist Houtu coming to my ghost tribe?"

Hou Tu smiled, but did not say what he meant. Instead, he smiled and said, "Dare you ask the names of five fellow Taoists?"

Hou Tu has a very sharp eye and can tell at a glance that the five people are all cultivators at the peak of Da Luo Jinxian.

The leader thought for a while and then answered honestly.

"My name is Yu Lei, and I live in Taozhi Mountain. This is Du Ziren, who lives in Luofu Mountain. This is Zhao Wenhe, who lives in Banzhong Mountain. This is Zhou Qi, who lives in Baodu Mountain. This is Zhang Heng lives in Luofeng Mountain.