Chapter 1792: Prison boss

Yang Feng raised his brows 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 simple evil ghosts in the world.
In fact, the so-called grieving ghosts above level 160 are no longer human products. "
"Oh?
If you don't belong to the human world, is it possible that..." "Yes, these are the six gods who committed crimes and were imprisoned here for punishment.
You saint interns at Sanctuary College, at best, are somewhat resistant to evil grievances from the world. If you exceed level 160, it's hard to say.
Especially those above level 190, they were all great figures in those days, ha ha ha. "
The old man laughed teasingly, seeming to laugh at these majestic boss-level figures, now they are just the fate of prisoners.
Yang Feng was stunned unconsciously, and he felt the spirit power aura that was obviously stronger around him, and said in surprise: "Big man?
What a Dafa? "
"Let me tell you this, these ghosts and gods were originally from the same age as the Ksitigarbha, and even existed on a par.
It's just that in the end it failed in the political battle, one day, one place.
The Ksitigarbha King is now one of the six elders who live under one person and over ten thousand people, and we old guys can only be kept in a dark place, and will never be superborn. This is the king and the loser. "
"I'm going, so big?"
Unable to stop feeling tight, Yang Feng hurriedly said, "Then do I want to continue running down?
Or prepare something?
After all, these are characters from the same era as the Ksitigarbha, not to be underestimated! "
"Be prepared for a fart, even in an era, there are high and low points.
Since they have been locked here for hundreds of billions of years, they will never be able to catch up with the king of Ksitigarbha.
Not to mention the Ksitigarbha, even if you are a new kid, they are beyond the reach. "
"Really?"
"Nonsense, just because you have integrated more than three hundred spirits above level 190, these old ghosts who are outdated have to kowtow to you when they see you.
Don't be afraid, keep running, they can't help you. "
The old man smiled contemptuously: "The back wave of the Yangtze River pushes the front wave, and the front wave has already died on the beach.
Since they are all dead, what else can they have?
Even if they could turn the river and the sea before, I am afraid they can't even lift a leaf. "
So... nodded clearly, Yang Feng was relieved now, whistling, and continued running down comfortably, just like before.
It's just that Luo Hongyu, who was chasing behind, slowed down significantly. Ever since she crossed the level of 185, she didn't dare to rush all the way as before.
At first, it was because after crossing this warning line, she obviously felt the pressure on her whole body, which suddenly doubled.
For her 185-level death god, the resentment of the 186-level ghosts and gods has already made her feel a lot of pressure, and she is not as easy to withstand as before.
Secondly, there is psychological pressure, because before level 185, she will not be in danger anyway.
But once she crossed this limit, she would no longer have this sense of security, and naturally she would no longer be so comfortable in her actions.
"Eh, you run slower!"
Luo Hongyu couldn't help feeling a little anxious, and shouted loudly.
Yang Feng looked back noncommitantly and chuckled: "Sister, you are chasing me, so let me run slower, you should run faster.
Otherwise, you won't be able to catch up with me, and I won't return your artifact, hahaha! "
With a loud laugh, Yang Feng continued to run down, increasing his speed without decreasing, and he was not seen in a blink of an eye.
Luo Hongyu stomped his feet with anger: "Boy, my mother, this is for your good.
Run so fast, don't be careless, your soul power has not been able to withstand it, and Daoxin will be destroyed directly, and no one can save you by then, huh! "
However, she cursed and cursed. After Yang Feng really ran away, feeling the more and more pressing pressure around her, she still hesitated and moved forward cautiously, walking slowly.
Oops, there are some awkward ghosts and gods in the front. Last time I went down with my father, but this time...Tsk, safety first, safety first.
After taking a deep breath, Luo Hongyu couldn't help running slower and slower, and finally changed from running to walking, and finally to a snail-like squirming. After walking half a step, he had to rest for a while, otherwise he would accidentally exceed the tolerance limit... and At the same time, Yang Feng has easily passed the 189 steps and moved to the 190 steps.
I have to say that this step is really long, from half a meter long at the beginning to one mile long at the end.
There were fewer and fewer evil spirits on both sides, but the resentment spirit power was getting stronger and stronger.
Presumably, the more you go down, as the strength of the evil spirits increases, the more of the same kind it swallows, and the more their spirit power is enhanced.
"Then who?
How dare you go down to level 190, why haven't you seen it?
Is it the new of death? "
In the darkness, a pair of bright red eyes stared at Yang Feng from far and near, making a gloomy voice.
Surrounded by evil spirits, the ghostly shadows smiled evilly: "Since he is a newcomer, let him feel the horror of our 190-level purgatory."
"Yeah, the new Grim Reaper is overpowered. If he dares to run to level 190, he must not let him go back so leisurely, Jie Jie Jie."
"What to go back?
Let him die here forever.
Right, boss? "
...A group of phantoms looked at each other with treacherous smiles, and the two red pupils were also flashing, exuding a gloomy light: "This young of death, dare to go to the 190th level of purgatory and come to the wild. There is no reason to go back alive."
boom! With a roar, at the moment Yang Feng jogged to 190 steps, an incomparable horrible soul power shot out like a missile, and hit Yang Feng directly.
At the same time, there was also the frantic laugh of the 190-level prison boss: "It's as if I'm so soulless, you little bastard, hahaha..." However, his laughter didn't last long, and there was a loud noise, and the two pairs of red pupils were already upside down, and they rolled back more than a hundred meters, and the evil spirits along the way were all knocked over by individuals.
When everything subsided, the evil spirits hurriedly stepped forward to inspect, only to realize that at this moment, their boss was lying on his back on all fours, the illusory figure of his whole body was constantly trembling, and his red eyes as big as copper bells were shaking. Flicked, full of panic.
"Boss, what's the matter?
Why did you roll back so much by yourself?
What on earth happened? "
"Damn it!"
His face couldn't stop shaking, the big guy was still shaking now.
The evil spirits glanced at each other, inexplicably: "Boss, we are ghosts. Don't you see us every day? What's so strange?"
"Idiot, I didn't mean that!"
Shaking his head severely, the boss quickly straightened up, his eyes full of incredibly solemn: "That kid...what kind of monster is that?
Laozi's 190-level spirit power, hitting it, was like hitting a mountain, and was directly bounced back.
Even the Hungry Ghost King never gave me such a scary feeling. "
what?
The body shook, all the evil spirits were shocked, and then they looked at Yang Feng's coquettish pace not far away, and the leisurely whistling and jogging, as if not feeling anything, and was instantly shocked.
The spirit power impact of the boss's all-out effort not only bounced back, knocking the boss over hundreds of somersaults, this girl is still like a okay person, what is it sacred?