"You're just too cowardly."
Lu Sheng shook his head.
Song Mingdao naturally knew that his personality was the cautious type, but this was his nature and it was difficult to change: "You talk too much."
Song Mingdao's eyes flashed slightly, and he separated another soul in front of Lu Sheng, and the soul quickly disappeared from the spot.
Lu Sheng was a little confused.
Song Mingdao explained, "Now that Meng Po is gone, anyone can enter the Void Dojo by crossing the Naihe Bridge. If I don't come out from below within an incense stick, this soul will break into the Void Dojo and inform the living dead inside that Meng Po has left."
Lu Sheng was amazed.
This person is really cautious to the extreme.
but.
The time of one stick of incense should be enough.
Lu Sheng had no objection and walked slowly down the stairs. Song Mingdao looked back at Lu Henge and followed him.
At first, Song Mingdao could still hear the sound of rushing water above his head, but gradually, all the sounds disappeared.
Lu Sheng and he kept walking down.
I don’t know how long it took.
Lu Sheng finally stopped and said, "This is the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld, and the magical instruments left by the Taoist sect are in the lowest level of hell."
Song Mingdao's eyes widened: "Is the legendary Eighteen Levels of Hell real?"
There are actually a lot of records about the Eighteen Levels of Hell, so many that even mortals in various small worlds know about the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
Precisely because so many people knew about it, Song Mingdao felt that the Eighteen Levels of Hell were fake and just a joke made up to scare people.
"Of course it's true."
Lu Sheng spoke calmly.
only.
The real Eighteen levels of hell are very different from the Eighteen levels of hell rumored by people.
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