"Despicable! Despicable! Shameless!" Qing Cheng said through clenched teeth, her voice trembling somewhat.
Xiao Chen flicked his finger again, and Qing Cheng's dudou instantly slipped off, scaring her into silence.
Xiao Chen did not know what the scenery in front was like, nor was he in any mood to look. He said coldly, "Not going to speak anymore? Very well, I'll speak. I'll only ask you one thing. Will you still use your friends to threaten me? "
Most of the Specter Ship had already sunk. When Bai and the other two saw Xiao Chen charge into the Eight Ghost Palanquin, joy appeared on their faces.
However, the Eight Ghost Palanquin did not move for a long time. The Specter Ship sank deeper and deeper. It looked like it would sink completely soon. Their expressions turned grave again.
Bai said sullenly, "Elder Brother Xiao Chen, something must have happened. There is no more time to wait. I'm going to activate my will clone."
Yuan Xu waved his hand to stop him. "Wait a little longer. Xiao Chen is not someone who would casually make a move just because he is confident."
"However, if we continue waiting, we will sink completely …"
Before Bai could finish speaking, a white light flashed in front. The Eight Ghost Palanquin swallowed up the three of them while the Specter Ship remained silent.
The three of them landed on the palanquin. Xiao Chen and Qing Cheng stood side by side.
Qing Cheng had already put on some clothes. Her pretty face was filled with frustration. There was an ice flower mark on her forehead, looking exceptionally eye-catching.
Xiao Chen stood upright with a smile on his face. His expression was calm, without any fluctuations.
Confusion filled Kong Yuan's face. He could not understand what was going on. Qing Cheng, who hated Xiao Chen to the bone earlier, was now standing together with Xiao Chen for no reason.
"What's going on? This is …?"
Xiao Chen smiled and said, "It's nothing. Miss Qing Cheng was just joking with everyone earlier. This palanquin has been temporarily given to us. Furthermore, it will travel with us."
"Is that true?!"
Naturally, the three did not believe it. Even Bai looked at Qing Cheng suspiciously, feeling that something was wrong.
Xiao Chen's expression did not change as he glanced at Qing Cheng.
Qing Cheng smiled embarrassedly and said, "Oh, this Young Lady has never been a bandit before. When I saw my old friend Xiao Chen, I could not help but crack a joke. Haha, please don't mind me."
Regardless of whether he believed it or not, the Eight Ghost Palanquin moved freely under Xiao Chen's control, flying toward the other side of the Netherworld.
Along the way, Zhang Xuan passed through thousands upon thousands of wandering souls as if there was no one there.
Inside the palanquin, Kong Yuan looked at the scene flashing by outside the window and clicked his tongue in wonder. "The Eight Ghost Palanquin truly lives up to its reputation. It can even fly above the Netherworld River. As expected of a secret treasure refined by the Ghost Empress Xi Xun."
Yuan Xu thought of something and asked, "I heard that the Ghost Empress Xi Xun's strength has soared in recent years. She has been trying to compete with the Mountain Monarch for the position of the Ghost Domain's Lord. I wonder if they have fought."
The Mountain Monarch was the Lord of the Ghost Domain, the Dongyue Ghost Emperor. However, most people referred to him as the Mountain Monarch. Only the Ghost Race liked to use his full title.
Qing Cheng glanced at Yuan Xu and said in surprise, "This Bai face of yours seems to know a lot. However, whether they fought or not, what does that have to do with you? Why are you asking so much?"
The other party was Xiao Chen's friend, so Yuan Xu could not lose his temper. He could only endure the rage burning on his fair face. This caused Kong Yuan, who was at the side, to laugh involuntarily.
Suddenly, when Qing Cheng saw Xiao Chen, she frowned slightly. Then, she smiled apologetically and said, "Sorry, sorry. This Young Lady usually speaks like this. Young Master Yuan, please don't blame me. Master's strength has indeed soared greatly. However, there is still a gap between him and the Ghost Emperor. Why would I invite trouble by fighting with him? "
Xiao Chen, who had been controlling the Eight Ghost Palanquin, suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. Earlier, he seemed to have overtaken the Medicine God Valley's Specter Ship.
On the Underworld River in the Medicine God Valley's rented Specter Ship:
This group of people stood at the bow of the ship. Six people from the Medicine God Valley had come. One of them was an Alchemist, and the others were cultivators that the Medicine God Valley nurtured themselves. They were all grandmaster-level Martial Sages.
As for the other three people who were not from the Medicine God Valley, their cultivations were even more incredible. They were only a step away from great grandmaster-level Martial Sages. After several hundred years of cultivation, they could advance at any time.
The person leading this group was a bona fide great grandmaster-level Martial Sage. His name was Gongsun Hualong.
Clearly, the group of nine centered around the Alchemist. This person's name was Wei Tao, and people called him Mister Wei. He was one of the three grandmaster-level Alchemists of the Medicine God Valley. His Alchemy ability and strength were even higher than Mister Qin's.
As Mister Wei watched the Eight Ghost Palanquin fly over his head, a greedy look flashed in his eyes. "Eight Ghost Palanquin! If we could use this palanquin, our chances of collecting the Icy Snow Flame would increase by fifty percent. Unfortunately … "
Everyone knew what he meant even without saying.
The Eight Ghost Palanquin was made by the Ghost Empress Xi Xun. In the Ghost Domain, no one would dare to offend the Ghost Empress Xi Xun by targeting the Eight Ghost Palanquin. Even after leaving the Ghost Domain, everyone would have to give the Eight Ghost Palanquin some face.
Someone said, "Mister Wei, there is no need to worry. With Senior Gongsun here, collecting the Icy Snow Flame will be a piece of cake."
Gongsun Hualong, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "It will not be that easy. The Icy Snow Flame is one of the top five Yin-attributed flames. It was born at the Last Breath Lake. I wonder what kind of powerful Ghost is guarding it."
Mister Wei smiled and said, "Mister Gongsun, don't be too pessimistic. Before this old man came here, I already found a Soul Slaying Mirror. I can use it to kill spirits and Ghosts."
"Soul Slaying Mirror?" Gongsun Hualong's expression froze for a while. Then, he said, "It should be a replica. If it is the real deal, then we will have a hundred percent chance of success."
Mister Wei nodded. "Although it is a replica, it is still of a high grade. As long as we are careful, there should be no problem."
…
The Eight Ghost Palanquin flew for an hour, passing through a foggy area. The scene before them changed drastically, and they could no longer see the Underworld River.
After flying for another hour, Xiao Chen noticed that he had exhausted too much Magic Energy. So he put away the Eight Ghost Palanquin and formally entered the Nine Layers of Purgatory.
The sky was boundlessly dark. A broken black sun hung in the distant horizon, not giving off any heat.
Spatial tears could be seen everywhere. It seemed like there was a small world in them, showing all sorts of terrifying scenes.
The ground was covered in soft black sand. The black desert stretched as far as the eye could see. At the limits of Xiao Chen's vision, there were some ancient palaces indistinctly visible, like illusions.
This place was silent, so quiet that it was scary.
As a member of the Ghost Race, Qing Cheng was no stranger to this Nine Layers of Purgatory. She pointed to the desert below her and said, "This is the Mute Desert. During the Immortal Epoch, this was the first layer of hell, the Tongue Pulling Hell. It specialized in punishing those who were glib-tongued, slanderous, sowing dissension, and deceiving.
"There is an Immortal pair of scissors known as the Flood Dragon Scissors. They stretch the tongues of these talkative people for fifty kilometers. Depending on their crimes, they cut them into as many pieces as they wanted. Every cut would cause them to feel so much pain that they wished they were dead. For the more serious crimes, they had to be cut into millions of pieces. It would take at least a hundred years before they could be reincarnated.
"So, don't speak too much here. The mute ghosts underground hate hearing people speak the most."
Qing Cheng appeared serious as she explained the various aspects of the Mute Desert in detail. When the group heard this, their hair stood on end, and their expressions changed.
Xiao Chen showed a blank expression, not feeling anything. This was the Martial Epoch. The six paths of reincarnation had already shattered long ago. The ghosts and deities of hell no longer existed. No matter how horrifying hell was, it had nothing to do with them.
"You know how to get to the Yellow Springs Road, right?"
Ying Qiong had helped Xiao Chen ask around. As long as he found the Yellow Springs Road, he would be able to find the Paramita Flowers and the Three Life Stone.
The Paramita Flowers bloomed on both sides of the Yellow Springs Road. They were fiery-red everywhere, making them very easy to find. As for the Three Life Stone, it was at the end of the Yellow Springs Road, beside the Bridge of Helplessness.
As for where the Soul Returning Grass was, Xiao Chen did not know. Originally, he had intended to ask the other Ghost Race cultivators. Now that Qing Cheng was here and the other party agreed to help, it would not be a problem.
When Qing Cheng heard the words "Yellow Springs Road," her expression changed slightly. She pulled Xiao Chen to the side and said sullenly, "Yellow Springs Road! You actually want to go to the Yellow Springs Road? Didn't you say that you were only looking for the Soul Returning Grass?"
Xiao Chen said calmly, "I did not say that I was only looking for the Soul Returning Grass. I only asked you how to find the Soul Returning Grass."
Qing Cheng said hatefully, "If the eighteen layers of hell were still around, you would have to spend a hundred years in the Hell of Tongue Pulling. You would not dare to speak in your next life. I definitely will not go to the Yellow Springs Road. If you want to go, you can go by yourself! "
Xiao Chen smiled faintly and said, "Liar. The one who should go to hell is you. You agreed to come with me and help me obtain what I want. That was why I decided to let you off and lend you the Cycle Banner for three months.
"You have to go to the Yellow Springs Road even if you don't want to."
Before Qing Cheng could reply, Xiao Chen turned and left. Qing Cheng clenched her teeth in hatred. However, when she touched the cold flower mark on her forehead, she could not do anything about it.
"Elder Brother Xiao Chen, what's wrong with your friend? Is she not going to help us anymore?" Bai asked worriedly as she looked into the distance at Qing Cheng, who was kicking the sand continuously.
Kong Yuan also looked over curiously. If they had Qing Cheng's help, the danger of this trip would be significantly reduced.
Yuan Xu frowned and said, "This woman is very strange. Furthermore, she is the Ghost Empress' disciple. I don't think she is reliable. We should go by ourselves."
"Bai, you look very fair and clean, but you have a bad habit of speaking ill of people behind their backs. When have I ever said anything bad about you?"
A cold wind blew, and Qing Cheng silently arrived beside Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen was not surprised that Qing Cheng had returned. After he consoled Yuan Xu, he said, "How do we get to the Yellow Springs Road? Tell everyone."
"Originally, after leaving the Underworld and passing the Gates of Hell, the Yellow Springs Road is the Yellow Springs Road. Unfortunately, the six paths of reincarnation shattered, and the entire Abyssal Underworld fell into chaos. Who knows how many spaces it shattered into? The Gates of Hell also moved to another location, to the center of the eighth layer, Last Breath Lake. "
Last Breath Lake. There was a saying that when one breathed one's last breath, one would die without a doubt. That was one of the few dangerous places in the Nine Layers of Purgatory. No wonder Qing Cheng was unwilling to go.
"Boom!"
Just at this moment, a pitch-black flood dragon spirit suddenly flew out from the distance. Black sand fell from the sky as it reared its head back and roared ferociously. It seemed like someone was fighting with it.
The silence of the Mute Desert was immediately broken. The entire desert suddenly started moving, and countless spirits leaped out.
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