Yang Feng raised his eyebrows and didn't care much: "Master, are there any problems with ghosts and gods above level 190?

You seem to care more."

"Can you not care? These ghosts and gods above level 190 are more than just evil ghosts on earth.

In fact, the so-called resentful souls and evil spirits above level 160 have no longer belonged to human products."

"oh?

If it does not belong to the human world, is it possible..." "Yes, these are all the six gods who committed crimes and are detained here for punishment.

You saints and interns from the Holy Domain Academy at most have some resistance to the resentment of evil ghosts from the world. If you exceed level 160, it will be hard to say.

Especially those above level 190 were all powerful figures back then, hahahaha.”

The old man laughed teasingly, as if mocking these originally majestic big shots, who are now just the fate of being a prisoner.

Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, felt the soul power that was obviously much stronger around him, and said in surprise: "Big man?

What a great method?”

"Let me tell you this, these ghosts and gods were in the same era as Ksitigarbha, and even comparable to Ksitigarbha.

But in the end, he failed in the political struggle, and there was one heaven and one earth.

Ksitigarbha is now one of the six elders who are under one person and above ten thousand people. And we old guys can only be locked in a dark place and will never be reborn. This is the success, the king, the defeat, the enemy, alas."

"I'll go, that's so big?"

My heart couldn't help but tighten, and Yang Feng hurriedly said, "Then do I want to continue running down?"

Or make some preparations?

After all, these are all figures from the same era as Ksitigarbha, so they should not be underestimated!"

"Make a lot of preparation, even an era can be divided into high and low.

Since they have been locked up here for hundreds of billions of years, they will never be able to catch up with the pace of Ksitigarbha.

Not to mention Ksitigarbha, even if you are the new little devil, they are beyond the reach of the world."

"real?"

"Nonsense, just because you have merged more than 300 souls above level 190, these old ghosts who have long been outdated have to kowtow to beg for mercy when they see you.

Don't be afraid, keep running, they can't do anything to you."

The old man smiled contemptuously: "The waves in the Yangtze River push the waves in the front, and the waves in the front have long died on the beach.

Since they are all dead, what else can they have?

Even if they could have been able to overturn the world in the past, now they may not be able to lift a leaf."

So...Leran nodded, Yang Feng felt relieved now, whistled, and continued to run down easily, just like before.

However, Luo Hongyu, who was chasing behind, slowed down significantly. Since she crossed the 185th level limit, she no longer dared to rush all the way as before.

First of all, after crossing this cordon, she obviously felt the pressure on her whole body, which suddenly doubled.

For her level 185 God of Death, the soul resentment of the level 186 ghosts and gods has made her feel very stressed, and it is no longer as easy to withstand as before.

The second is psychological pressure, because before level 185, she would not be in danger no matter what.

But once she crossed this boundary, she no longer felt this sense of security and naturally she would no longer be so comfortable in her actions.

"Hey, run slowly!"

Luo Hongyu couldn't help but feel a little anxious and shouted loudly.

Yang Feng looked back without comment and smiled: "Sister, you are chasing me, so I'm asking me to run slower, so you should run faster.

Otherwise, you won’t be able to catch up with me, and I won’t return your magic weapon, hahaha!”

With a loud laugh, Yang Feng continued to run down, his speed increased instead of decreasing, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Luo Hongyu was so angry that she stamped her feet: "Boy, I'm doing it for your own good.

Run so fast, don't be careful, your soul power cannot withstand it, and your heart will be destroyed directly. No one can save you by then, hum!"

However, even though she scolded her, when Yang Feng really ran away and felt the increasingly urgent pressure around her, she moved forward carefully with hesitation and walked slowly and slowly.

Oh, there are some ghosts and gods in front of me who are not easy to mess with. Last time I went down, I was accompanied by my father, but this time... tsk tsk, safety first, safety first.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Hongyu couldn't help but run slower and slower, and finally changed from running to walking, and then finally turned into a snail-like squirming. After taking a half-step, you have to rest for a while, otherwise you will be afraid of accidentally exceeding the limit of tolerance... At the same time, Yang Feng had easily passed the 189th step and moved towards the 190th level.

I have to say that this step is really long, from half a meter to a mile in the beginning.

There are fewer and fewer evil ghosts on both sides, but the resentful soul power is getting stronger and stronger.

I guess the further we go, as the strength of the evil ghosts increases, the more people they eat, the more they will be swallowed, and their soul power will be enhanced.

"Who is that?

How come I dare to come down to level 190, why haven’t I seen it before?

Is it the new god of death?”

In the darkness, a pair of red eyes stared at Yang Feng from far to near, making a sinister voice.

A group of evil figures around him smiled evilly: "Since they are new, let him experience the horror of our level 190 purgatory."

"Yes, the new God of Death is overestimating his abilities. If you dare to run to level 190, you must not let him go back so leisurely, hehehe."

“What to go back?

Let him die here forever.

Yes, boss?"

...The phantoms looked at each other, all of whom were smirking. The two red pupils also flashed, emitting a cold light: "If this young god of death dares to run to level 190, there is no reason to go back alive."

Boom! With a roar, just as Yang Feng jogged to the 190th level, an unparalleled terrifying soul power immediately shot out like a missile and rushed straight to Yang Feng.

At the same time, the 190-level prison boss was accompanied by a rampant laughter: "I'm so scared, you little pussy, hahaha..." Touch! However, his laughter had not lasted for a long time, and with a loud noise, the two pairs of red pupils had turned backwards, rolling back more than a hundred meters, and all the evil ghosts along the way were knocked over and turned over.

When everything calmed down, the evil ghosts hurried forward to check and found that at this moment, their boss was lying on the ground with his back on his back, his illusory figures trembling, and his red eyes as big as a copper bell were shaking, full of horror.

"Boss, what's wrong?

Why did you just roll back so much by yourself?

What exactly happened?"

"Damn it!"

His face couldn't help but tremble, and the boss was still trembling.

The evil ghosts looked at each other and inexplicably said: "Boss, we are ghosts. Don't you see us every day? What's so strange about it?"

"I don't mean that, idiot!"

Shaking his head fiercely, the boss quickly stood up, his eyes full of incredible solemnity: "That boy... what kind of monster is it?

My level 190 soul power was bounced back when it hit me like a mountain.

Even the Hungry Ghost King never gave me such a terrifying feeling.”

What?

The body was shocked, and all the evil ghosts were shocked. Then they looked at Yang Feng's coquettish steps not far away, and the leisurely jogging while whistling, as if they didn't feel anything, and they were instantly shocked.
Chapter completed!