"It seems like everyone has really left..."

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, having 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."

"Ignore it, we'll talk about it after we go in."

The small boat was sucked by the fisherman's feet, and it floated on the water and headed straight into the deeper hole. On the dark water, there was a ghost boat, with lights like beans. It looked really scary from a distance.

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, but there was no bottom below.

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

"Only that bridge 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, and 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 you feel as if it could break at any time.

After crossing the bridge, there is another dark road, and this section of the road is composed of steps, all the way down. Fortunately, there are lights, but the white flames that seem to burn on the stone wall out of thin air seem to come from the underworld and ghosts of hell.

Dense.

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 words 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 it is obvious that this is the first floor. 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 actually 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 that 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, do you think there is a visitor here?"

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 to be a ghost, 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. He was a living person, and he knew that all the masters on his side were experts. Otherwise, just because of the name of this place, others would not be able to stay? Of course, this attitude of the other party is also unacceptable.

It directly shows that 80% of the opponents are 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 trembled 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? These are actually 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. They were guys wearing weird masks.

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

Without him, these figures, including the bull's head, horse's face, leopard's tail, bird's beak, 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 came here just to borrow the Three Treasures of Earth and Yin..."

Before he finished speaking, eight auras rose into the sky, which were 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's not that I won't pay it back. If you need to mortgage or exchange it, just ask. We can discuss everything."

"No need to discuss!" The Ghost King interrupted coldly: "Leave quickly, there are no old or young people on the road to hell, and there are no living people in the eighteenth level of hell. Don't make any mistakes!"

Jiang Fan couldn't help but frown: "Your Excellency, why are you so decisive? We have no ill intentions. We just need to borrow it. Why not return it after using it?"

The Ghost King said: "It turns out that you are targeting my Three Treasures of the Underworld. Do you know the reputation of our Huangquan Sect?"

Jiang Fan said: "Since you are here, you naturally know. Look, we don't plan to rob you. You can talk about it..."

"I told you, there is no need to discuss! Leave quickly, otherwise I, the Huangquan Sect, will be rude to you!"

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

Jiang Fan suddenly became angry: "Your Excellency, this is too much. We treat each other with courtesy. What are you going to do?"

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

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

The Ghost King said angrily: "I'll borrow your life!"

Jiang Fan suddenly became unhappy, "Guys, let me see the situation. No one from the Huangquan Sect is here, so you are the only ones left to guard? To be honest, including you, your cultivation is not good enough. If

As for the person in charge, please come out and talk."

The Ghost King looked at the people and said in a sinister voice: "You are so shameless and want to break into the underworld without permission. You are seeking death!"
Chapter completed!