The white bones built a five-zhang high platform, skulls and white bones, which were extremely eerie in this darkness.

On top of the bone tower, there was a purple flame, beating, and the divine thought of "help" came out before, but it was trembling at this time!

"Who are you?" Ning Wuqian looked at the purple flame coldly, Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha came over and stared at the flame, there was a faint aura of divine soul in it.

"This is the common soul fire in the underworld, the most primitive form of the soul after it is separated from the body, and many ghost cultivators are also like this at the beginning, refining their souls and divine souls into a fire, immortal and immortal!" Yang Jian said.

"So this place does have something to do with hell?" Nezha looked at the soul fire imprisoned by the White Bone Altar, "Although this guy only has his soul left, his divine thoughts can still spread so far, he must have been a strong man originally, but this White Bone Altar is even more extraordinary, and it can imprison such a strong person here." ”

"It turned out that this thing lured us here, I'm afraid that the ancient war soul is also controlled by it, hunting the surrounding lives for it, and now that the ancient war soul is dead, it has no means, why don't you kill it?" Sun Wukong grinned, he was stabbed by the fierce beast just now, in the final analysis, it was still this thing.

The purple flame beat violently, obviously frightened by Sun Wukong's words, and a faint divine thought came out, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, foreign powerhouse, please don't kill me!"

"Hmm, and Lingzhi?" Yang Jian and Ning Wuqian glanced at each other.

Ning Wuqian snorted coldly, "You almost killed us just now, why can't you kill you?

"What are you talking about with it, watch me hit it with a stick and destroy it!" Sun Wukong picked up the golden hoop stick and made a gesture to fight.

"Valuable, I'm valuable...... purple flame danced, and hurriedly sent out a divine thought, "I can tell you everything you want to know about the Dao." I've been living here for tens of thousands of years!"

"Hey, Great Sage, listen to what he can say first, if you can't say it, it's not too late to kill him!" Nezha stopped Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong put down the golden hoop stick and waved his hand, "Okay, okay, I'll give you the third prince a face, do you know what Lu said, don't you tell Lao Sun the truth!"

The purple flame seemed to be really frightened by Sun Wukong. Manifested a phantom, trembling, trembling, and clenching his fists at the four people, "I don't know what you want to know?"

"Where is this?What's going on in this world?" Yang Jian asked first.

The phantom is very illusory, and it is almost impossible to see the appearance, and it can only be roughly seen that it is a short old man, who seems to be reminiscing, Dao. "Speaking of this world, it's a long story!"

"Then make a long story short!" Sun Wukong grinned at him and waved his golden hoop stick.

The old man was not frightened this time, and said slowly. "This is hell!"

"Nonsense, I have been to the eighteen layers of hell, and the ten halls of Yama are friends of Lao Sun, and the bull head and horse face are for me to send. Many ghosts and gods will also obey my orders!" Sun Wukong retorted.

"Eighteen Layers of Hell, Ten Halls of Yama, Bull Head and Horse Face?" the old man wondered.

"The hell you are talking about is the hell of the ancients, not the hell of the present?" Yang Jian waved his hand, showing a piece of light and shadow, which was the scene of some eighteen-layer hell.

Read. The purple flame kept jumping, and the old man's phantom was also constantly flickering, and it was only after the last that he slowly calmed down, and there was a sense of vicissitudes in his tone, "Time is long, thousands of years in the blink of an eye, dust to dust, earth to earth, the vicissitudes of eternity, too long, too long!"

Ning Wujian faintly felt that he was in contact with an ancient secret, the time of this soul's existence spanned tens of millions of years, it was an era when the Flood Desolate Continent was still extremely prosperous, the gods and demons were in the world, and the demon clan was dominant.

The current hell and reincarnation are incarnated by the Wu clan's post-earth, and this soul does not know the eighteenth layer of hell, which shows that the time when this continent was destroyed was even earlier, it was an era of chaos and disorder, and even gods and demons were in danger of falling.

Nezha, Yang Jian, and Sun Wukong also realized this, and they were horrified in their hearts, Nezha and Yang Jian had experienced the war at the end of antiquity, and it was only a few thousand years from now.

If you talk about the years, Sun Wukong is obviously earlier, he was conceived by the colorful stone left by Nuwa to make up for the sky, but when the spirit was born, the ancients have passed away, and he doesn't have much feeling about the era when the golden immortals are all over the ground, so it can be seen that he has a general impression of the golden immortals, so he is also shocked.

Of course, the ancient powerhouses were inherently stronger than the current beings, and it was not surprising that they had that kind of achievement.

"This is hell, if you use your words, this is the twentieth layer region, it is a small world realm that was once condensed by the fragments of the desolation, it was once the most evil region between heaven and earth, the battlefield of gods and demons, and countless gods and demons have fallen!"

"The twentieth layer of hell, why is it not the nineteenth layer?" Ning Wujian looked at the old man, "Could it be that there is another layer of hell above?"

"I have some memories, there used to be some strong people who came in, claiming to be from the nineteenth layer of hell, millions of years ago, and then I fell asleep again, among them there was a headless man, what is called Xingtian, not long ago, this world shook again, I woke up from my slumber, I felt the breath of outsiders, a year ago, many people passed by here, angered the war spirit who woke up not long ago, was hunted a lot, or some escaped, to the Demon God Mountain!"

Xingtian, Demon God Mountain?

Seeing the four of them pondering, the old man said, "What else do you have to ask, the secret you want to find is on the Demon God Mountain, where you will know the answer!"

"Is that the mountain?" Ning Wujian looked at the huge mountain in the distance, which was really as terrifying as a demon god.

"That's right, that's the Demon God Mountain!"

"How do you get there?" Yang Jian looked at the old man and said lightly, "It's impossible to walk, right?"

"Let's go, want to go to the Demon God Mountain?" the old man's tone was stunned, and then he laughed, "Ha Luha, you will never be able to walk, ten thousand miles away from here, there is a well, jump in, you can reach the Demon God Mountain!"

"If I still have the strength, I can also use the bone tower to send you to the Demon God Mountain, but unfortunately, the years are ruthless, even I have been exhausted by the most powerful strength, and I can't help you!"

"It's okay, this is already the biggest help, 10,000 miles away, thank you, farewell!"

Ning Wujian and the four of them glanced at each other, left this mountain range, and flew into the distance, the illusory old man dissipated with the wind, only the purple flame danced, the white light of the bone tower bloomed, the rolling demonic qi gathered, and an illusory ancient battle spirit gradually condensed.

"...... Help" (To be continued......)