Chapter 1019 The Silent Eighteen Layers of Hell

"It seems like everyone is really gone..."

However, before Jiang Fan finished speaking, he realized that the boat was sinking.

The fisherman raised his white eyebrows and shouted softly: "Get up——"

The boat floated again, but it had almost sunk into the water just now.

The queen bee sneered: "Pretending to be a ghost, are you trying to imitate the man who ferries spirits on the road to the underworld?"

Jiang Fan looked around: "Don't tell me, it really sounds like that."

"Don't worry about it, we'll talk about it later."

The small boat was sucked by the fisherman's feet, floating on the water and heading straight into the deeper hole. On the dark water, there is a ghost boat, with a light like a bean. If seen from a distance, it is really scary.

However, after all, no one was encountered along the way. After driving along the dark cave for a full two-quarters of an hour, the waterway was suddenly cut off.

The water fell down the cliff, and there was no bottom below.

The fisherman steered the boat to stop on the water, looked up and looked ahead.

"That's the only bridge you can cross."

Jiang Fan looked at the wooden sign hanging at the end of the bridge, shook his head and laughed: "Naihe Bridge? It's really impressive. But why don't you see Po Meng?"

"Without Po Meng, there's no need to drink soup, haha..." the great monk said with a smile.

Jiang Fan also smiled: "When I meet you, I'm not sure who will save whom."

"You can try to leap over." The great monk said.

Jiang Fan shook his head: "When you come to someone else's land, you have to give them some face. Let's get on the bridge."

This bridge is not too long, but it is very narrow. It can only accommodate two people walking side by side. The old wooden boards are spread on it, and it makes a creaking sound when you walk on it, making people feel as if it can break at any time.

After crossing the bridge, there is another dark road, and this section of the road has steps all the way down. Fortunately, there were lights, but the white flames burning on the stone wall seemed to be burning out of thin air, as if they came from the underworld of hell and were full of ghosts.

But under the light of the flames, Jiang Fan and others spiraled down the stone steps, and soon they saw a huge space. Jiang Fan stared at the big characters on the stone wall in shock: "Grandma, do you want it to be so realistic?"

Tongue pulling hell.

However, although this space is large, it is still empty, with only some broken statues.

But obviously, this is the first level. Because looking down, the stone steps are still bottomless.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before we arrived at the second level of scissor hell, which was just as empty as the previous level.

Next is the third floor, the fourth floor...

Jiang Fan was shocked. How deep was it? It was a full eighteenth floor.

"Damn—" Jiang Fan couldn't help but complain: "It's really the eighteenth level of hell."

The great monk said: "It's just that the spatial pattern is smaller, otherwise it would still have that taste."

And Jiang Fan didn't care to think about this anymore, because the last floor was very weird, with countless shiny lines on the cave walls, all of which eventually led to the huge altar in the center.

The entire altar seemed to be made of crystal, exuding an icy cold air.

In the middle, there is a crystal coffin.

"Did we just come to the core area like this?" Jiang Fan didn't believe it, it must have been too smooth.

The great monk said: "I'm afraid no one from the Huangquan Sect is here today, otherwise it wouldn't be so easy to pass based on what I saw along the way."

The fisherman thought so, but his expression was as if he was aware of it. He looked around at the dark statues sitting cross-legged and said, "Everyone, don't you see that we have a visitor?"

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, he heard a gloomy voice.

"The netherworld, the eighteen levels of hell, how dare any living person come here——"

The fisherman chuckled: "No need to pretend, you can come out and see me."

The voice stopped for a moment and then echoed again: "The underworld of Huangquan does not welcome guests from the world of the sun. Please go back."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Fan immediately relaxed. They are living people, and they know that they are all experts. Otherwise, just because of the name of this place, why would everyone else be allowed to stay? Of course, the other party's attitude also directly shows that 80% of the other party is short of manpower.

He smiled slightly and said: "Since we are here, we must ask for something. You don't have to hide your head and show your tail. Come out and speak."

For a long time, the surrounding statues shook for a while. Under Jiang Fan's slightly shocked eyes, the statues shook off their shells and stood up. There were eight people in total.

Damn it? Are these alive?

What about those outside...

The fisherman and others were not that surprised. They seemed to understand his thoughts and shook their heads: "Only these few."

Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to see that the eight people had revealed their true faces. It's the guy with the weird mask.

However, Jiang Fan not only wasn't afraid, but actually wanted to laugh.

Without him, these figures, the bull's head, the horse's face, the leopard's tail, the bird's beak, the hanged ghost, etc., are really the images of ghosts in the ten directions, except for the impermanence of black and white.

But even though I knew it was a living person, I just found it interesting.

The first one wore a ghost king mask, and his two pupils were burning like green will-o'-the-wisps.

"People from this world...why are you here?"

Jiang Fan shook his head and laughed: "Okay, Your Excellency, we all know that we are alive, so let's have a good chat. I'm here just to borrow the Three Treasures of Earth and Yin..."

Before he could finish his words, eight auras rose into the sky, very unkind.

The Ghost King said: "The Three Treasures of Earth and Yin are the most precious treasures of the underworld. They are not allowed to be loaned out!"

Jiang Fan said: "I'm just borrowing it, and it doesn't mean I won't pay it back. If you need to mortgage or exchange it, just ask. We can discuss everything."

"No room for negotiation!" Ghost King interrupted coldly: "Leave quickly, there is no old or young on the Yellow Spring Road, there is no living person in the Eighteen Layers of Hell, don't make a mistake!"

Jiang Fan frowned: "Sir, why are you so determined? We have no ill intentions, we just need to borrow it, what's wrong with returning after use?"

Ghost King said: "So you are aiming for my three treasures of the underworld, do you know the reputation of my Yellow Spring Sect?"

Jiang Fan said: "Since you are here, you naturally know, you see, we don't plan to rob, everyone can talk..."

"I said, no room for negotiation! Leave quickly, otherwise my Yellow Spring Sect will not be polite to you!"

At the same time, the other seven people took out various strange weapons, such as soul-calling banners, bone guns and the like. The evil spirit spread instantly.

Jiang Fan was immediately annoyed: "Sir, this is too much. We treat each other with courtesy. What are you going to do?"

The Ghost King said: "If you want to steal my treasure, you are the mortal enemy of my Huangquan Sect!"

Jiang Fan frowned: "Are you really unwilling to lend it?"

The Ghost King said angrily: "Borrow your life!"

Jiang Fan was immediately unhappy, "Everyone, I see that the people of Huangquan Sect are not here, and only you are left to guard? To be honest, including you, your cultivation is not good enough. If there is someone else in charge, please come out and talk."

The Ghost King looked at them and said in a gloomy voice: "You are so arrogant, trespassing into the underworld, you are looking for death!"

After that, the soul-calling flag flew into the air, rolling up a gust of gloomy wind, and the murderous aura was like a hundred ghosts howling, rushing straight to Jiang Fan.