In the eighteenth level of hell, Ye Chen and Zhao Yun both woke up.
Again, each person had a stick, one person drew circles and the other made crosses on the ground. You can imagine how boring the two of them were.
"Why aren't you a woman?" Ye Chen shrugged, "At least, I can still find something to do."
"With your name, there shouldn't be anyone else in your universe." Zhao Yun was the same, with his head buried in a melon.
After a nonsense dialogue, the two of them fell into calm again.
I don't know how long it took before I saw Zhao Yun turn over and jump up.
Seeing him jump up, Ye Chen stood up quickly. Looking at Zhao Yun's expression, there was something good in this hell.
Sure enough, just like before, the evil spirits came out to cause trouble again.
Suddenly, the two of them became energetic. The evil ghosts and balls of soul power were all great tonics.
"This is the meal we're waiting for." The two of them picked up the guy in unison, and even the loud howl sounded domineering.
Hell is bustling, and films and films of evil spirits have been destroyed.
After swallowing the soul power of three evil ghosts with six heads and six arms, the soul power of two people was terrifying enough, and all the little ghosts were wiped out in pieces.
Although their soul power is meager, it is not very pure.
However, a large quantity can also cause qualitative changes. If you swallow enough, your soul power will gradually increase.
In other words, these two perverts would have died eight hundred times if they had been sealed to the eighteen levels of hell.
Looking from a distance, whether it was Ye Chen or Zhao Yun, their bodies were both dazzling and their souls were surging and majestic.
In the darkness of the evil ghosts, the two of them were like two scorching suns, very dazzling, illuminating this dark and gloomy hell.
"Come on, there's a big guy." Ye Chen was feeling happy and energetic when he heard Zhao Yun's call.
With one word, Ye Chen's eyes suddenly lit up.
To be called a big guy by Zhao Yun, that head must be quite big, and its soul power is definitely not comparable to that of a kid.
Without even thinking about it, Ye Chen scurried towards Zhao Yun.
From a distance, he saw a huge thing.
The guy was seven or eight feet tall, with a huge head, huge eyes, and a huge mouth that spit out flames and thunder and lightning.
He is also dark-skinned, with thick limbs, and a string of necklaces hanging on his neck, made of small heads.
Its body is also as heavy as a mountain, and it roars with each step, making it even more terrifying than the previous evil ghost with three heads and six arms.
When Ye Chen arrived, Zhao Yun flew over.
He was knocked over by a huge one-eyed evil ghost. Fortunately, Zhao Yun was very strong, otherwise he would have been beaten to ashes.
"I just like big guys." Ye Chen grinned.
"Each other's main attack." Zhao Yun immediately moved the seal.
"There must be a tacit understanding." Ye Chen's feet were too weak, his figure was like a ghost, and a series of afterimages followed, reaching the extreme.
The one-eyed evil spirit roared, opening its mouth and spitting out flames and thunder.
Ye Chen's movement was very coquettish. His soul power had increased dramatically before, and his speed had also changed. All the flames and thunder he shot were dodged.
In just three or five seconds, he was in front of the one-eyed evil ghost. He didn't say a word nonsense. The God of Ten Thousand Swords and Wind God was unparalleled in his dominance.
The one-eyed evil ghost howled, stretched out his big hand, and grabbed Ye Chen.
However, before its huge hand touched Ye Chen, a beam of light descended from the sky and landed on it impartially, stopping its movement.
That was the secret technique of imprisonment used by Zhao Yun, in conjunction with Ye Chen.
At this moment, Ye Chen's killing sword has arrived, destroying everything with one strike.
The big eye of the one-eyed evil spirit was pierced on the spot, and black blood spattered, filled with evil thoughts and a fishy smell.
The one-eyed evil ghost was furious, roaring, and the soul power sound wave was so powerful that Ye Chen was knocked away on the spot, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Taixu Dragon Forbidden." Even though he was flying upside down, Ye Chen was not idle. He quickly formed seals and used Taixu's secret sealing technique.
The cage suddenly appeared, trapping the one-eyed evil ghost, and his body became stagnant again.
This time, it was Zhao Yun who timed it extremely accurately. He arrived instantly and beheaded the one-eyed evil ghost with one sword.
The head was chopped off, and the huge one-eyed evil ghost suddenly fell to the ground, its body collapsed, and only a ball of pure soul power flew away.
The battle came and went quickly. A terrifying evil ghost was killed in such a quick and easy manner.
Naturally, this is also due to the tacit cooperation between the two. The cooperation between masters is so impeccable.
"Here, it's yours." Zhao Yun split the ball of soul power, took away half of it himself, and pushed the other half towards Ye Chen.
"It's still a big guy." Ye Chen opened his mouth and swallowed.
The pure soul power was instantly integrated into the soul body, and some impurities were refined out of the body. The soul power of the two people increased sharply again.
"Continue." The two of them were not idle, they went their separate ways. The big guy was killed, and there were still many little ghosts wandering around.
Next, it was a one-sided sweep. Although there were many little devils in hell, no one could withstand the sword of two people.
This is the absolute suppression of soul power. They have no thoughts, let alone cooperation. They are no match for two people.
Hell is strange. After about an hour, those little ghosts disappeared. They were not destroyed, but dissipated on their own.
The two found an open space, each carrying a sack.
Inside, there are balls of soul power, varying in size and purity, and the quantity is extremely huge.
"This doesn't seem to be a hell, it's more like a place for people to experience." Ye Chen said leisurely while swallowing soul power.
"Compared to the two of us, it is considered an experience, but if ordinary people come in, they will be bitten by evil spirits all day long. Don't underestimate hell." Zhao Yun swallowed a ball of soul power and burped.
"There's nothing wrong with what you said." Ye Chen smiled and thanked Po Meng for the soup, which greatly increased his soul power and prevented him from coming to this hell and suffering from the bite.
A lot of soul power was swallowed up, and the two of them crossed their legs and closed their eyes.
Not all evil ghosts' soul power is as pure as the one-eyed evil ghost, most of them are mixed with evil thoughts and evil thoughts.
If you swallow too much, evil thoughts and evil thoughts will gather, which will disturb the mind. It needs to be refined out of the body, and only pure soul power is needed.
The two of them spent many days like this.
The evil ghost appears in cycles, and every once in a while, it will come out to cause trouble and bite the two of them to death.
These two bitches were just joking. Every time the evil ghost appeared, they would feast and their soul power would skyrocket.
Especially the big guys, one is more powerful than the other, but one is more miserable than the other, and their soul power becomes the nourishment of both of them.
The two of them are together again, and the balls of soul power are like steamed buns. It feels wonderful to press them down in one bite.
Their soul power is much stronger than when they first arrived.
Not to brag, with his current strength, he could kill a one-eyed evil ghost with one palm, just like playing, there was no pressure anymore.
It was another open space where the dark wind was raging. The two of them sat cross-legged, swallowing a lot of soul power, and refining it.
Wisps of black energy were refined out of the body, and the soul became crystal clear, sparkling and very bright.
As they exhaled a breath of turbid air, the two of them opened their eyes in no particular order. Their eyes were clean and equally deep.
"Do you feel that there is an...inexplicable opportunity in these eighteen levels of hell." Ye Chen said while touching his chin.
"It does feel that way." Zhao Yun also touched his chin.
The two of them fell into deep thought, sometimes looking at their feet and sometimes looking at the sky, both showing deep meaning.
With the surge in soul power, one is able to perceive the subtle mysteries of hell. These eighteen levels of hell are not as simple as they appear.
After watching for a long time, the two of them looked sideways and looked at each other, and then lowered their heads in tacit understanding and looked at their feet.
"There must be a great magic circle in these eighteen levels of hell." Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had a clue.
"In other words, it is the great formation that maintains the eighteenth floor of Hades." Ye Chen's eyes flashed with divine light.
"So, it has majestic soul power to maintain the operation of the formation."