The number of ghosts trying to escape from the underworld through the ghost realm is becoming increasingly large, one after another, and from a distance it looks even more shocking than the ghost tide I saw in the mountains.

A large area of ​​darkness continued to rise and fall with the surging of ghosts, and continued to extend into the distance, with no end to see.

It seemed as if the Pacific Ocean was dyed black and poured in, flooding this thick piece of soil.

Jiang Futing and Mei Jibei were particularly out of place in this vast ghost tide, and frequently attracted the attention of the wild ghosts on the side.

The look was basically the same as seeing two psychopaths.

No matter how good Jiang Futing is, the number of ghosts is too large. The ghosts are like seas of ghosts, and their eyes are dense like countless black dots next to them on a white piece of paper. Anyone who is seen like this will know how to be in his heart.

A little uncomfortable.

He radiated the turbid air in his body, and it floated forward like a gust of wind.

I originally thought that no matter how many there are, there is always a limit, so I can only float for three or five minutes quickly.

But now five minutes have really passed, but the scene in front of him has not changed at all. He started to feel a little numb from his scalp.

How many ghosts have the underworld gathered? Can it be more than the billions of people in the world?

And looking at this, there is obviously a momentum of full bloom. If this is the case...

Jiang Futing's eyelids twitched. This ghost tide may not be able to reach the end even if it floats for a day.

But with such a huge number, why did it disappear even one-tenth of the number when you arrived in the ghost realm?

Just as he was confused, as if to confirm his conjecture, a terrible devouring force suddenly surged from the direction of the ghost domain behind him.

The suction light accidentally fell on his body, and he felt that his soul seemed to be out of control.

Everything, whether there is life or not, will become a fragile puppet in the face of this suction.

Jiang Futing once deeply understood this thing, so he naturally knew what this suction force meant.

His expression suddenly changed drastically, and he immediately turned around and looked in the direction he had just left.

I saw a huge hole suddenly appearing out of thin air. I don't know how the hole was torn apart. It looked ferocious and terrifying. The hole was pitch black, like a giant abyss that people couldn't see it.

The bottom eyes.

A single look can make people feel a strong fear in their hearts.

And the moment the crack appeared, the ghosts around a hundred miles were sucked in no time to react, and they didn't even have time to react.

Countless souls were sucked into the air, like a black river leading backwards into the air, surging and vast.

The miserable wail spread from the direction of the ghost realm, like a wave slapping at the sea level, one level before it fell and the other level rose again. The breath of death swept across the entire earth in an instant.

The crack seemed to be far away from here, but it still did not prevent the suction force that swallowed the sky and destroyed the earth from invading here.

The ghost who had just tried his best to move forward, I don’t know who took the lead and screamed. Suddenly, my body folded and began to turn backwards.

This scream blew the first chapter of the riot memorial, and every ghost's heart was suddenly cut off.

A shrill and desperate howls rang out in Jiang Futing's ears one after another.

As long as there is a leading frightened bird that rushes out of the forest, all the remaining birds will be

It was like bumping into a flood and beast, retreating desperately.

The ghost tide that was originally wandering out in an order suddenly became two regions with a radius of ten kilometers away from the ghost realm.

The ghosts who happened to be wandering on the edge of the terrifying suction force levered all their strength and began to retreat desperately.

This phenomenon caused the ghosts who were not able to see the space cracks in the rear and were still surging forward, while the ghosts next to the front were desperately retreating.

The ghost tides in the front and back sides were intertwined in a mess, as if they were poured into a huge mixer. What's more, the mixer was broken, and the ghosts on both sides were blocked stiffly.

Whether it is a human or a ghost, when such a knife is placed on your neck, you can do anything to survive.

In order to escape from that terrible place, the ghost in front can only retreat. If you can't retreat, then kill!

Let yourself fight for a way back!

From Jiang Futing's head to see the crack in the space, to the screams that almost penetrated the eardrums around them, to the killing of each other, there was no more than five minutes.

He could see that the ghosts around him were no longer rational, and they were red-eyed in order to escape. There were even ghosts who were unknown to the truth behind him, and were forced to be involved in the battlefield and killed for self-protection.

The ghost energy in the sky continued to explode above like countless black bombs, and a lot of dispersed energy inevitably affected him.

I don’t know how often this kind of grand scene can appear in this place, but obviously... this should be the reason why the ghost realm was not squeezed out by ghosts.

Mei Jibei was completely shocked by the exaggerated and terrifying scene. The word "grass" was on his lips, as if he had a stone, and he couldn't come out for a long time.

Jiang Futing calmly avoided the oncoming blow and said coldly: "Stop looking, let's hurry up, it should be safe when you arrive in the underworld."

However, reality probably feels that they are not beaten by society enough, so they need to do it themselves.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Futing wanted to take back what he said and chew it hard with his teeth.

He remembered that the last time he came, there was a large wasteland coming out of the Ghost Realm. Now the wasteland has been wiped out by the ghost tide.

The wasteland kept going westward. Although it could not reach the bottom, there would be a boundary set by underworld officials about a few hundred kilometers, which was somewhat similar to the boundary set by the frontier.

Originally, it was a special level set to prevent ghosts from escaping from the underworld after the Ghost Realm appeared.

But now this level is obviously gone, and a large number of ghosts gathered here. There are many evil ghosts with great cultivation at first glance, robbing them on the street and charging various tolls.

Jiang Futing frowned slightly: "Is this place no longer managed?"

"Of course I want to take care of it, but I don't have enough energy." Mei Jibei also noticed the riot in front of him. It was not much better than the ghost tide that had just seen ghosts and killed ghosts. He hid behind Jiang Futing a little, and he continued

road:

"I heard that the ghost messengers in the underworld were in short supply. More than a year ago, the underworld didn't know what was going on, just like stabbing a hornet's nest. After making trouble here, there was no one at all, and they couldn't do it inside.

Who will care about this breaking the boundaries?"

Jiang Futing remembered Bai Tang's figure who had become a top in the past year, and his expression gradually calmed down and he accelerated to sweep forward.

There are many ghosts who can't pay the toll and cannot beat their opponents, and they are even eaten directly in broad daylight, but other ghosts coming and going around all look like they are not surprised.

Indifferent interactions, he didn't even have the interest in watching the show.

The closer the two were to the border, the more worried Mei Jibei became, and the closer she was to Jiang Futing.

Those evil ghosts like to rob him, who are timid and bullied, and before they can come forward, they will surround them in groups like hornets, blocking them from a loss of water.

The vicious demon who was leading the way had half cut off his neck and his head was hanging there shakingly. When he came over, he seemed to be about to fall off at all times.

The arms and legs were covered with scars of all sizes, big and small, pierced by knives.

It seems that someone offended during his lifetime and was killed by someone.

Jiang Futing felt that such a person had not learned enough lessons when he died. After he died, he escaped from the sanctions of the underworld, and now he has started to make trouble again.

This is really a lack of realistic beatings.

"You know the toll." The ghost stood up in a careless tone and said in a bad tone: "You two, buy their own tolls."

Jiang Futing didn't want to have a conflict at will, and asked honestly: "How many?"

The ghost heard that he was so easy to talk to, and smiled greedily, and immediately said, "Look, you are a cheerful person, I have always been easy to talk to cheerful people. Let's do this. We have a total of more than a dozen of them, and one of them will give you 100,000 ghost coins.

past."

Jiang Futing frowned even deeper when he heard 100,000 yuan. Although the underworld is in a strong inflation, 100,000 yuan is counted as 100,000 yuan. And the money that can be spent is actually not easy to do. People must burn money when they are burning money.

It is sincere.

But now, how many people are sincere in paying homage to the dead, and things change by others. Ten or twenty years later, the feeling of missing is also diluted by time.

He counted the number of them blocking them, a total of sixteen, which was 16,000.

If Bai Tang knew that he had spent 16,000 yuan to enter the underworld, he might have really lost his life.

Jiang Futing pondered carefully, and Mei Jibei was waiting for his decision with expectations.

The ghost next to him really thought he had run into a rich master this time, thinking about how to make him empty his pocket after he agreed. After all, these two people dressed in dress and looked like they were not ordinary ghosts, and the soul from the world.

At least you can get some magic weapons or something.

Then Jiang Futing said rationally: "No, let's make a deal with 100,000 ghost coins together."

The leading male ghost answered unexpectedly by him and almost flew away.

The grim smile on his face suddenly solidified, and a few drops of blood flowed out of his greedy eyes, becoming hideous and weird. Mei Jibei, who had no saliva, still swallowed in a bad mood.

Jiang Futing looked at the angry male ghost in front of him with a calm face, and his tone seemed to be his home court: "How are you thinking about it?"

The male ghost was obviously angry and laughed at him. When he opened his mouth, a few drops of blood came out from its teeth, as if it was about to splash on Jiang Futing's face.

Jiang Futing frowned his eyebrows tighter with a little disgust, and then easily avoided them.

As a result, before he could stand firm, the male ghost in front of him suddenly rushed up at lightning speed: "You are playing with me! I'll let you see it!"

He threatened his fiercely. Before he could finish his words, the next second, dripping blood splashed out like a fountain, all falling on the evil ghosts that surrounded them.

The male ghost's swaying head was completely disconnected with Jiang Futing's help.
Chapter completed!