Purgatory Long Street, the wind is fierce.

Emperor Fu walked swiftly on the dark and dark street, his pace was brisk and rapid.

This purgatory street is thousands of miles long. Fortunately, with the improvement of her cultivation, her physical fitness has also improved a lot. With ancient martial arts, you can reach the ghost palace in two hours.

"Boss, do you think there will be ghosts on Purgatory Street?" Di Gouyou said with a little fear.

Di Fu chuckled and laughed, "Of course there is."

"Ah ?!" Di Gou exclaimed in fright.

"You are all ghosts, why are you afraid of other ghosts?" Di Fuyao could not help but bear it.

Di Gou blushed Xiaojun's face and retorted, "Boss, I am a spirit, not a ghost!"

"Aren't they all the same? It's all A Piao?"

"Of course it's different! The spirit body nourishes with the spirit, while the ghost cultivates with resentment." Di Gou said more and more, "Looking at this purgatory street, the resentment is not good. Maybe some bad things will come out later. "

As soon as Digou's quiet words fell, a gust of wind suddenly blasted.

Di Fu shook his body very quickly, avoiding the wind.

She abstained suddenly, but she could feel the coldness of bone erosion from the wind.

"Bai Xiaosheng said that there will be ghosts on Purgatory Street. It seems that the closer to the ghost hall, the more ghosts will appear." Di Fu frowned. Now. "

Di Fu shakes away for about half an hour, and suddenly sees that the color of the entire street gradually becomes bright red.

She stood on the long street, as frightening as walking in a blood river.

However, who she is, seeing the strong man who used to kill, blood is not scary to her, but has aroused her curiosity.

"Bai Xiaosheng is right. The purgatory street after night falls is blood red."

Di Fu shook up and looked at the ground, and found that the ground of Purgatory Street was covered with blood. This layer of blood pavement made Purgatory Street look black during the day, and at night, under the effect of moonlight, the scarlet layer Revealed.

It can be seen how many people have died and how much blood has flowed through this long purgatory street.

If ordinary people saw this scene, they might not be able to scare anything wrong.

Di Fuya recovered as before after watching, and continued to go up without changing his face.

Half the way, she heard the killing noise from the dark alley more than ten times.

People were fighting in the alley, and the blood was flowing out of the dark alley, and layers of reinforcement pave the streets of Purgatory Street, making it even more red.

During that time, she also found someone following her for a long way.

Maybe after discovering that her goal is the ghost palace, she gave up her mind of robbing her and was so frightened.

No one bothered, Di Fuyao speeded up, it took two full hours to come to the gate of the ghost palace.

The majestic door was open, but no one dared to break in.

Emperor Fuyao stood in the dark and stared at the door coldly, and found that a ghost slave in black patrolled past.

It took only a few seconds for her to pounce into it.

After seeing the right moment, Di Fu took a deep breath and rushed up with a sigh of anger.

When she thought that she was going in smoothly, who knew that she heard an old scream, "Who ?!"

Who? !!

The word came up in her mind!

What happened, she clearly observed very carefully, only ghost slaves patrolled at the gate of the hall, but no one else was found!

suddenly.

A strong coercion came from the dark, and it was like a sea of ​​mountains.

Emperor Fu shook his beautiful eyes for a moment, his figure was light and leap, and when he was about to shoot, he heard the old voice exclaiming, "It's you, benefactor!"

"Who is secretly coming out!" She murmured!

After a while, a figure suddenly emerged from the gate of the palace.

Di Fuya took a closer look, and almost shocked his chin!

I saw the old man who appeared out of thin air, that was the old man who asked for medicine outside Yaowang Valley that day!

The old man saw her blood, so she recognized her.

"How are you?" She just said.

I saw the old man stepping forward, grabbing her arm and dragging her to the dark.

"Benefactor, be careful. There are ghost slaves everywhere. If the ghost general finds you trespassing to the ghost temple, that's awesome!" The old man hissed in a low voice.

Di Fuyao couldn't help crying, "Old sir, I really want to go into the ghost palace. What's your intention to stop me?"

The old man's old face apparently froze, "Benefactor, what do you do when you go into the ghost hall?"

"Old gentleman, just call me Yaoqing." A benevolent sip, she was awkward.

"The old man is calling you a demon pharmacist. If it wasn't for your Guxin Dan last time, the old man would have gone to see Lord Yan long ago." Never before, the whole person is as active as a young man, let alone how energetic!

Emperor Fu shook his head and glanced at the gate of Ghost Temple, and happened to see Ghost Slave passing by.

rub!

Missed the opportunity again.

The next time you enter the gate, you have to wait ten minutes.

Thinking that the gate of the ghost palace might be closed at any time, Di Fuyao couldn't wait.

"Old gentleman, I have to go to the ghost palace if I have an urgent matter, shall we talk about it next time?"

"No, no, demon pharmacist, you have misunderstood the old husband." The old man grinned. "The old husband is the old ghost slave who guards the gate of the ghost palace. If outsiders want to visit the Lord of the City Master, the old husband must be identified before he can enter the ghost palace. "

Di Fuyao was startled, and said, "You are a ghost slave?"

Or a gatekeeper?

No wonder he can hide in front of the hall without being noticed by ordinary people.

The old ghost slave nodded, "The old man has been guarding the ghost hall for hundreds of years. He should have retired because of a heart attack, but fortunately, the demon pharmacist rescued him, and the old man was released. He returned to the ghost hall and guarded the door. "

When the old ghost slave said, the old face was covered with thick pride!

Di Fuyao didn't understand where this pride came from.

"Demon pharmacist, do you have a lord of the city?" The old ghost slave asked.

"The Lord of the City ..." Di Fu shook his throat, slightly embarrassed, "No."

"You can't enter the ghost palace without the city master." The old ghost slave frowned. "The demon pharmacist, can you tell the husband, what are you doing when you enter the ghost palace?"

Emperor Fu looked at the old ghost slave, this old man is not a bad guy, tell him that it should be okay.

"My family was caught in a ghost house by a ghost slave."

The old ghost slave suddenly looked dignified.

"An outsider who has entered the ghost hall in recent days has only one child."

"Yes, that's him. He is my family." Di Fu shook his teeth and gritted his teeth. "I don't know where to offend the master of the city. He even sent a ghost slave to my family."

Seeing that the old ghost slave didn't speak, she said, "It's okay for the old gentleman to do it, let me in."

The old ghost slave's brows grew deeper and deeper. When Di Fuyao thought he was going to report himself, he smiled and said cheerfully, "The demon pharmacist has kindness to the old man, and the old man must repay."