The town that stood above the wasteland was now surrounded by four black hurricanes that pierced the sky.

From a distance, this small town looked like a small boat in a storm, and it seemed that with a little more wind and waves, it would capsize in an instant and be completely engulfed by the hurricane.

No matter how strong the wind and waves were, the town was still strong, and the pale cyan light in the sky shrouded it tightly, like protecting its own children.

In a corner to the east of the town, Yun Fan and Buddha Wen were rejoicing in the rest of their lives after the disaster, but they never thought that their two uninvited guests would be discovered by the 'master' after all.

"Welcome to the Shura Hell. A chuckle suddenly rang out.

Yun Fan's eyes were fixed on the corner of a shop behind him, where there were vaguely three figures.

"Boy, I don't look very old, but my feelings are very keen. ”

The three figures walked out of the darkness abruptly, looked at Yun Fan, who was staring at them closely, and said with a smile.

Yun Fan looked the three of them up and down carefully.

The person standing on the left was tall, estimated to be a head taller than Yun Fan, with a fierce face, a long knife at his waist, and his left hand on the hilt, looking at them with an unkind expression at this time.

Although the person standing on the right is not as burly as the person on the left, he is not short, he is about the same height as Yun Fan, with a hooked nose, an evil face, and a pair of small eyes that are also looking at Yun Fan and the two of them with malicious intent.

And the most fearful of the three was the one standing between the two.

That's a dwarf, uh, a dwarf, I should say.

His height was only to the waist of the person on the right, his skin was fair, and he had two black mustaches on his face, and at this time his left hand was gently brushing the mustache on the left side, squinting at Yun Fan and the two.

"Amitabha, dare to ask who the three donors are, and what is this place?" the Buddha asked aloud as he recited the Buddha's name to the three people.

"Hey, I didn't expect that no one had come for such a long time, and a monk came as soon as he came. ”

Among the three, the guy with the hooked nose looked at Buddha Wen with a strange expression, to be precise, at Buddha Wen's shiny bald head.

"That guy in Nancheng doesn't like monks the most, but he can exchange this little bald donkey with beautiful eyebrows for something. The burly man raised his eyebrows and said.

"Hey, Lao Tie, yes, I've grown a lot lately, and I know how to barter. Hooknose looked at the burly man with some 'surprise'.

"Hmph, I also know that guy in Xicheng hates you to the core, next time you fall asleep, I will directly tie you up, and you can change a lot of things. The strong man snorted coldly.

"Enough!" Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, the dwarf standing in the middle suddenly snorted coldly.

The strong man and the hooknose seemed to be afraid of the dwarf, snorted lightly, and then stopped talking.

"Sorry to let the two guests see the joke. The dwarf looked at Yun Fan and the Buddha with a smile and said.

"It's still the question just now, where is this place, and who are you?" Yun Fan asked in a deep voice.

"Hehe, Lao Luo has already said before, this is Shura Hell, this town is called Shura City, and the outside of the wilderness is called the Hell's Plain. ”

"This is the place of Shura in hell, and all the people living in it are Shura ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, and ghosts. ”

The gnome's voice was soft, but it sounded chilling.

"You should know that you were brought here by the spiritual sense, right?" the dwarf asked with a smile as he looked at the silent two.

"We passed out when we heard a strange flute sound, and when we woke up, we found that the spirit had been brought in. Yun Fan recalled and said.

After hearing the word flute, Yun Fan found that the expressions of the three people in front of him became ugly.

"Magic Flute!" said the dwarf's eyes as he gritted his teeth and said word by word.

It seems that he hates the magic flute very much, and is extremely jealous.

"Magic Flute?!" Yun Fan's pupils shrank slightly.

He had seen this name in a book called "Records of the Hundred Battles of Heavenly Soldiers".

This book records many magical weapons used by ancient ancestors, and this magical flute is one of them.

It is rumored that after refining this magic flute, it belongs to the category of heaven-level spirit treasures.

Although the lethality on the surface is not strong, its flute sound can bring people's spiritual consciousness into the void and suppress it forever.

Compared to other offensive Heavenly Rank Spirit Treasures, this magical sound flute was even more terrifying.

"Unexpectedly, we were brought here by the magic flute. Yun Fan looked up at the sky, his eyes gloomy.

How easy is it to leave the void that the magic flute has conjured?

"The three donors were also brought in by the magic flute?" the Buddha's expression did not change much, and he looked at the three of them and asked.

"It's not just us, it's everyone in this town who was brought in by that damn magic stunner. Hook Nose said through gritted teeth.

"And how much time have you spent here?" the Buddha asked.

"When?" the three of them looked at each other, but they couldn't help but shake their heads and smile, as if they heard a very stupid question.

"Here, there is no concept of time at all, as long as you don't lose your spiritual sense, you can live here forever. ”

"As for how long we've been here, I don't remember, I don't remember it for a long time, why remember that thing? The dwarf smiled self-deprecatingly.

Yun Fan glanced at the old clothes on their bodies, but he didn't doubt the dwarf's words, they should indeed have lived here for a long time.

"Alright, I've answered your question, now it's my turn to ask. ”

The dwarf cleared his throat, subconsciously touched his black mustache with his left hand, looked at Yun Fan and the two and said.

"Amitabha, the little monk Dharma Buddha asked, this benefactor's name is Black Face, and the two of us were brought here by the magic flute in the emperor's tomb. The Buddha replied with a Buddha name.

"I didn't say I was going to ask you this... The dwarf chuckled, but before he finished speaking, his expression couldn't help but be stunned.

"Wait, little bald. Little monk, what did you just say?" the dwarf hurriedly asked the Buddha.

"The little monk Dharma Buddha asked, this. . . The Buddha replied subconsciously.

"Not this one, next!" the dwarf interrupted him directly.

"The two of us were brought here in the Emperor's Tomb by the magical flute. Buddha Wen looked at the dwarf with a strange look a little inexplicably, thought about it and said.

"Whose tomb is the Emperor's Tomb?" the three gnomes asked, staring at the Buddha intensely, as if they wanted to hear the name they wanted most from his mouth.

"It is the tomb of Emperor Qiu Nian. Buddha Wen was stunned, looked at the three people who were a little excited, and then said honestly.