Listening to Fang Yiming's introduction, Ye Xingchen was even more looking forward to the eighteen levels of hell in front of him.

"I wonder if I can get through the third floor?" Ye Xingchen thought to himself.

Ye Xingchen dared not think about the fourth level. That was a peak in the Nine Star Wars King.

Therefore, the third level is Ye Xingchen’s goal.

However, Ye Xingchen did not have much confidence. After all, even some weaker war kings could not pass through the third level.

"Maybe I will be sure to pass through the third level after I enter the realm of the Seven-Star Warrior General." Ye Xingchen thought, despite this, he still wanted to give it a try.

Immediately, Ye Xingchen and Fang Yiming walked towards the eighteen levels of hell in front of them.

There are also many people here, most of whom come to go through the eighteen levels of hell.

Fang Yiming smiled and said, "Brother Ye, do you know why so many people come to the Eighteenth Hell? Just like me, at least I have to come to the Eighteenth Levels of Hell."

"It should be a training!"

Ye Xingchen already knew the role of this illusion world, and couldn't help but smile and said, "In the illusion world, you cannot really die, so you can continue to break through the eighteen levels of hell, experience that kind of life and death battle, and constantly hone yourself."

"Yes, that's it. This is why many powerful war kings come here. Even the powerful war kings of other empires come here from thousands of miles away. However, the price of this illusion temple is very high. If you stay here for an hour, you will need a low-grade spirit stone, which is not affordable for ordinary people." Fang Yiming said.

"So expensive!" Ye Xingchen looked surprised when he heard this. He knew very well the price of a low-grade spirit stone, which would be impossible to buy 100 million gold coins.

"You know the benefits of this fantasy world. Although it is so expensive, it is still full of people every day, and sometimes even has to queue up." Fang Yiming sighed.

Ye Xingchen couldn't help but ask, "By the way, Brother Fang, how many rooms are there in this illusion temple?"

"Five thousand double rooms, ten thousand single rooms!" Fang Yiming smiled slightly. Of course, he knew the reason why Ye Xingchen asked this, and couldn't help but continue saying: "This fantasy world can enter up to 20,000 people at the same time, and there are twenty-four hours a day, and at least ten hours to be full. The daily income of the Fantasy Temple is 200,000 low-grade spirit stones."

"..." Ye Xingchen was stunned.

This illusion temple is so rich.

"Brother Fang, who is the force behind this illusion temple?" Ye Xingchen asked immediately.

"Of course it was the royal family of our Haotian Empire. It was discovered by the royal masters in a ruin." Fang Yiming said.

Ye Xingchen shook his head secretly. He now owns more than a thousand low-grade spirit stones, which are almost comparable to the assets of the lower-grade family of the City of Sin. He was a little proud, but now it seems that he is still a poor person.

"Twenty-hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones are just a day's income. How rich should this Haotian Empire be?"

Ye Xingchen was jealous.

However, everyone knows that the Phantom Temple is very profitable, but no one comes to cause trouble. After all, this is the imperial capital of the Haotian Empire, and the royal family of the Haotian Empire is the strongest.

While speaking, they had already arrived in front of the eighteenth floor of the Hell Hall.

Fang Yiming pointed to the eighteen stone tablets at the door and said with a hot look: "Brother Ye, look, these eighteen stone tablets correspond to the eighteen levels of hell. If you pass through that layer, you can leave your name in that layer. This is an opportunity to become famous in the God of War Continent. This is also the reason why so many people come to the 18th level of hell."

Ye Xingchen nodded when he heard this, and then looked at the eighteen stone tablets next to him. More than a dozen of these eighteen stone tablets were empty.

Only six stone tablets record their names.

Among them, there are only six names on the sixth stone tablet, namely the Flame Dragon Human Emperor, the Haotian Human Emperor, the Ziyue Human Emperor, and the deans of the three major colleges.

These six people are all six War Emperor-level powerhouses that are well-known on the God of War Continent.

However, according to Ye Xingchen's secret speculation, there are several war emperors secretly in the God of War Continent. Take the city lord of the City of Sin for example, it must be the war emperor.

There are also alchemy unions, mercenary unions, Tianji Tower, etc. Behind these major forces, there must be the War Emperor.

But they are very low-key.

"The sixth floor should correspond to the Invincible War King, and the seventh floor corresponds to the War King. However, these six War Kings cannot reach the seventh floor, so they can only pass the sixth floor."

Ye Xingchen thought about it and continued to look at the remaining stone tablets.

There are many more names on the stone tablets below, among which he also saw the name of his great enemy Zhao Qingchun, which is on the third floor.

There is no way, the fourth level must have the peak strength of the Nine Star Wars King to pass. Zhao Qingchun is only the Seven Star Wars King, so he can only be listed on the third level.

"Brother Ye, these eighteen stone tablets will be refreshed every hundred years. Therefore, the names of many senior figures have disappeared, and the remaining names are now all in this century. It can be said that being able to leave names on these eighteen stone tablets can be considered as the top powerhouse in the God of War Continent." Fang Yiming said.

"Are you going to break through?" Ye Xingchen turned to look at Fang Yiming.

Fang Yiming nodded quickly: "Of course, it's rare to spend a low-grade spirit stone in once. Of course, you must go through the eighteenth level of hell, otherwise this low-grade spirit stone will be wasted."

"Haha, let's go in together!" Ye Xingchen smiled.

Then the two of them entered the eighteenth floor hell together. Although the eighteenth floor hell was not very big, it was enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people. No matter how many people entered at the same time, they would be assigned to the same first floor immediately, with countless spaces in it.

"Welcome to the eighteenth level hell. You are in the first level hell now. Please set the battle scene you want." A misty voice came into Ye Xingchen's ears.

At this moment, there was darkness around Ye Xingchen and nothing was left.

"Can you still set the battle scenes yourself?" Ye Xingchen's eyes flashed, and he showed a hint of surprise, and then said, "Please set the playground of the Royal Academy of Roland for me."

"As you wish!"

As the ethereal sound fell, light suddenly appeared around Ye Xingchen, and a familiar scene appeared, which was the playground of the Royal Academy of Roland.

Ye Xingchen has lived here for a year, so he is very familiar with it.

"It's indeed a illusion world, and it's 100% simulation, it's just fake and real." Ye Xingchen touched the soil on the ground, his eyes full of shock. He could even smell the moisture in the soil.

"boom!"

At this moment, a hundred figures appeared around, all black, emitting thick yin energy. The pairs of green eyes emitted an extremely evil light, staring at Ye Xingchen.

"Kill a hundred niggers, or hold on for half an hour with the estimated 100 niggers, and you can pass through the first floor." The ethereal voice came again.

At the same time, the hundred niggers in front of him suddenly moved, like ten lightning bolts, rushed towards Ye Xingchen. Some used swords, some used swords, and some used other weapons to attack and kill them in an instant.

"These hundred niggers all have the strength comparable to the peak of the Nine-Star Warrior Generals. No wonder there are very few of them among the generals who can pass the first level, and only the strong men on the Young Phoenix List have a better chance." Ye Xingchen thought to himself.

Having said that, Ye Xingchen was not worried at all. He didn't even use the black sword. He directly blasted out his palm, and countless starlights scattered. The unparalleled palm power condensed into a big hand, thundering forward in a mighty way.

He used the Star Picking Hand, and it was the second-level Star Picking Hand, which was very powerful.

With Ye Xingchen's current cultivation level, using this star-picking hand, the power is so powerful that it can instantly kill an ordinary nine-star warrior peak powerhouse.

However, the hundreds of niggers in front of him joined forces to defend, and actually blocked the palm.

"Huh!"

Ye Xingchen showed surprise, but he was not surprised too much. He continued to activate the Star Picking Hand, and after three palms, he destroyed the hundred niggers.

At this time, Ye Xingchen fell into darkness again.

"Congratulations on passing through the first level of hell. Now you are in the second level of hell. Please set the battle scene." The ethereal voice came again.

"The second level should be a little more difficult. I can't be careless. I should set a scene that suits my battle." Ye Xingchen thought to himself.

Then, Ye Xingchen whispered: "Please set a magma for me!"

"As you wish!"

As the ethereal sound fell, the temperature around it suddenly rose, and a piece of hot magma flowed past Ye Xingchen's feet.

However, there are many floating stones in this magma.

At this time, there were ten thousand niggers standing on a fast stone around them, staring at Ye Xingchen with fear.

"Kill ten thousand niggers, or hold on for half an hour under the attack of ten thousand niggers, and you can pass through the second level of hell." The ethereal voice came.

Immediately, all ten thousand niggers around came out, surrounding Ye Xingchen.

"Ten thousand niggers, and they are all top-level powerful people of the Nine Star Wars General. No wonder even Fang Yiming couldn't get through." Ye Xingchen looked shocked.

The difficulty of this second level of hell is many times higher than the previous first level.

Although Fang Yiming is easy to kill a nigger, the combat aura in his body is limited after all. Once the combat aura is exhausted, he will undoubtedly die.

Even some powerful figures on the Chicken Phoenix List, under the siege of these ten thousand niggers, will be exhausted and will surely die at that time.

"There is more combat aura in my body than the average Nine-Star Warriors' peak powerhouse, but even so, coupled with my sub-divine power, I'm afraid I will be exhausted by these niggers!"

Ye Xingchen shook his head. The general who could pass this level was indeed the strongest general.

However, this level is still very easy for Ye Xingchen.

Because Ye Xingchen has a powerful body, even if he doesn't use his fighting spirit, he can kill these niggers.

In addition, it is not necessary to kill these niggers, and they can pass by just half an hour.

In Ye Xingchen's view, many generals who passed the second level of hell probably passed the level by holding on for half a little time.
Chapter completed!