Step! Finally, Yang Feng arrived at the bottom of the entire Soul-Devouring Ladder, at level 200.

After arriving here, there was no further passage. Looking around, it was a large plane that could not be seen at first sight, like an endless grassland.

There are still powerful barrier settings on both sides of the surrounding area, and red eyes inside emit a terrifying light.

I swept around and found that there were only about thirty paths, but each path contained a powerful momentum.

At level 200, every soul imprisoned is a terrifying existence that once possesses the power of destroying the world, and is called Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang.

If he counts the prison boss between level 190 and level 199 that Yang Feng passed by before, he will find that there are 72 bosses in total, collectively known as the 72 Earthly Demons.

The big guys who were imprisoned after level 190 were collectively called the One Hundred and Eight Demons, and are dangerous figures that the entire Six Heavenly Gods dare not underestimate. They are specifically guarded by the executives of the Hungry Ghost Realm. Generally, the God of Death is not qualified at all, and they do not have the ability to come here.

But who would have thought that one day, an intern would easily break into such a forbidden area that the entire Six Dao Gods valued extremely in the soul power test?

Otherwise, those hungry ghost executives would definitely erect a sign in front of the 190th step, and idle people are prohibited from entering.

But they never thought that there were idle people in the world with such strong soul power that could come here.

"Yeah, I haven't seen any new faces in a long time."

In the deep and dark place, a pair of cold eyes stared at Yang Feng and the others, and shouted in a low voice: "In the past, when we saw only the Hungry Ghost King coming in from outside.

I didn't expect that today, I could see two new faces, Hum... Boy, I ask you, how did you..." Touch! However, before he finished speaking, Yang Feng rushed into the barrier, kicked him in the face, and kicked the big man out of three miles.

Seeing this, the other bigwigs around were stunned and questioned: "Hey, kid, what are you doing?

Why do you suddenly take action for no reason?

Brother Wutian didn’t say anything just now, why did you just throw your hooves away?"

"Sorry, routine!"

He glanced at the crowd around him, and Yang Feng turned his fists and made a crisp sound: "Along the way, I developed a habit of cleaning up the prison bully on each floor, otherwise I would feel uncomfortable."

What did you say?

His body was shocked, and more than 30 prison bosses were all furious.

I was so angry, where did the little bastard come from? He was so angry that he actually dared to go to our territory to make trouble. It is already very good that we don’t ask newcomers to trouble us. Where did this guy get the courage?

Could it be that just because he can reach level 200, he thinks he can go wild here?

Humph... It's really a ignorant little boy, he lacks training! Boom boom boom! One after another, terrifying auras are coming out one after another, and all the big guys' eyes emit a strong murderous intent.

At this time, when a loud bang exploded, the brother Wutian roared and immediately turned into a black cloud to sweep towards Yang Feng, roaring: "Little bastard, for 200 billion years, I have always been slapped by others. I have never been slapped in the face for no reason. You really have a habit of it."

"Then you see it now, your life can be perfect!"

Yang Feng glanced at Wutian who was approaching quickly, clenched his fist, condensed his soul power, and then punched him.

Boom! The soul powers of the two souls collided, and the entire hungry ghost realm was shaken.

Wutian is a level 200 ghost and god, and his soul strength is naturally incomparable to the scum in front of him.

Unfortunately, he met Yang Feng this time.

As a monster whose entire soul is condensed by more than 300 gods above level 190, its soul power strength has long broken through the limits of the six gods and reached an extremely incredible terrifying level.

Wutian just ran into it and looked confident, but he was quickly knocked out by Yang Feng's unreliable soul power. Before he could react, his eyes turned pale, he was completely unconscious, his soul trembled, and he tended to collapse.

"Brother Wuyan!"

The other big shots were shocked and screamed. It was hard to believe that Boss Wutian’s powerful soul at level 200 was actually KOed by this bastard in the moment of fighting.

However, they were surprised, but they were not afraid.

After all, they are big shots at level 200, different from those little brothers at level 200. They are all level 200, and they are on par with the balancelessness and are usually called brothers.

Now that the boss was defeated, the first thought in their minds was not to retreat, but to swarm, tear the new God of Death into pieces, and find their place for the 200-level purgatory ghost god.

So, all these prison bullies rushed towards Yang Feng in a rush, with murderous intent in the depths of their eyes.

The intimidating aura made Luo Hongyu on Yang Feng’s back startle, and he quickly used the God-beating Whip and handed it over and said, “There are too many people and their soul power is very strong. Even if I use the God-beating Whip, I can’t deal with it.

But if you use it, it will definitely work.”

"No need!"

He curled his lips without hesitation, and Yang Feng raised his head proudly: "I, Yang Feng, walk around the world, pay attention to conquering people with virtue.

The other party has no weapons, how could I use weapons first?

If I win this battle with my weapons, wouldn’t it be unfair?”

"You still talk about this now?"

"Of course, if you can win with your fists and use weapons, wouldn't it seem like I'm not good at it?

It is already shameless for adults to fight with three-year-old kids. If I take sticks again, oh... no matter how shameless I am, I can't be so shameless."

Yang Feng smiled wildly, but he knew very well in his heart.

His soul power is equivalent to a collection of more than 300 top divine masters, which is equivalent to the fact that he came with a special force alone.

Even if you attack these prison bullies, it would be a simple suppression and it would not even be considered a fight.

If you still take the guy in this situation, Yang Feng feels embarrassed to meet someone, tsk.

An evil light flashed in his eyes, and Yang Feng swung his punch against these prison bosses who were rushing like a tide.

Bang bang bang! One hour later, a group of powerful ghosts and gods at level 200 were lying on the ground and spasmed, crying and moaning.

Yang Feng was carrying Luo Hongyu on his back, and there were five or six big bosses sitting under his butt, his face full of joy.

"Suppress another piece of evil land, comfortable!"

"Wow, even if my dad comes, he doesn't dare to fight them like this. You are so awesome!"

Luo Hongyu was stunned when she saw it. Yang Feng smiled in silence, jumped off the high hills with her back, walked out of the barrier, and continued to move forward.

"By the way, this is the bottom of the ladder, right?

Keep moving forward, are you going to the exit?"

"I don't know, I haven't reached such a bottom either.

My father said that he didn't dare to take me down here, saying that the ghosts and gods here were too fierce, and they were afraid that if one was careless, he would not be able to protect me!"

"So, it's not much better."

Yang Feng stood up and spoke without aches, laughed and continued to move forward: "Then you have to thank me for bringing you here so that you can have a chance to travel here for a day, hahaha."
Chapter completed!