Soon, some people began to enter the Gate of Hell.

After passing through the door, he stood on the narrow path illuminated by lanterns.

Thousands of cultivators lined up and held their breaths as they quietly walked towards Fengdu Ghost City.

To cultivators who cultivated Qi all year round, even the lowest level Qi Refinement realm or Foundation Establishment realm cultivators could easily hold their breath for an hour.

Even if someone accidentally inhaled the spider lily pollen, their life would not be in danger.

They, who were bewitched by the fragrance of flowers, could only spontaneously walk towards Fengdu City. After a while, they would automatically wake up.

The only problem was that after losing consciousness, everything on their bodies would be taken away by their surrounding "companions".

Everything was as that senior had said. The current Netherworld Illusion was unexpectedly safe.

Not long after, they saw the continuous ghost market and the magnificent ghost city.

Some people were attracted by the ghost market by the city gate.

Some people entered to search for more opportunities after paying the entrance fee.

At the entrance of the ghost city, there were many cultivators who were as enthusiastic as scalpers. They stared at the new disciples and juniors who were inexperienced in the world or were short of money.

They called each other brothers and brought these young people to the same place.

"This Ghost City has become much larger than before."

The group from Ink Scar Academy still looked at everything with arrogance. Clearly, they were not here for the ghost market.

To them, the things in this ghost city could only be considered new, but that was all.

They had come on behalf of the Divine Judgment Hall to investigate the danger of Fengdu Ghost City and evaluate if it needed to be eliminated.

After winning the war on the front line, the cultivation world of the Eastern Region also suffered considerable losses.

However, half of the original Divine Judgment Hall's forces were dragged into the mud of war all year round.

Now, this group of people was successfully liberated.

Originally, the Divine Judgment Hall, which was free because of the lack of manpower, planned to gradually draw them into a safe territory.

Fengdu Ghost City, which had recently appeared in their vision, was naturally among them.

It was speculated that this ghost city had more than the strength of an ordinary medium-sized Divine Judgment.

If the alliance wanted to deal with them, they could only let the twelve high-grade Divine Judgment forces deal with them. Fengdu City was distributed to the Ink Scar Academy.

"There are the auras of more than ten Ghost Kings and many Great Demons. Since when did ghosts ally with the demons?"

One of the scholars took out an inkstone that he had long prepared and dripped two drops of ink into it. Looking at the two drops of ink gathering and scattering, he had actually roughly investigated the power on the surface of Fengdu City.

"That's all. Let's enter the city."

They still stepped on the bamboo slips and floated arrogantly through the city gate.

Seeing the few ghost soldiers who were collecting the entrance fee, a young green-robed scholar casually threw out a few high-grade spirit stones and even called a few guides to lead the way.

There was a place here that provided a thousand times diluted Soul Dissolution Liquor, Drunken Life Restaurant.

There was also a service to burn the carefree grass and produce fragrance that could let one forget their worries. After that, the fox demon's illusion technique could weave beautiful dreams. This was like an irresistible paradise.

This place could increase one's cultivation level and extend one's lifespan. There were ghost babies and demon beast eggs that could satisfy almost all of one's needs.

In just a few months, many rogue cultivators could no longer leave this place and chose to buy property in the Ghost City to stay here.

Among them, there was a gambling den that was very popular among cultivators.

The rules here were clearly not much different from the casinos in other cities in the cultivation world, but it was several times more popular.

There were even many events that the cultivators had waited a month for.

Among them, one could see the "kind senior" who had introduced Fengdu City to the other newbies.

Many rogue cultivators who did not have many spirit stones would always be pulled over to take a gamble.

Losing the first time here was not terrifying. Winning on their first try was most terrifying.

In this casino, other than spirit stones, there was also a magical coin that was the most popular currency on the table.

This kind of coin came from a special exchange service provided by this casino.

At the entrance of the casino, there was a broken bowl. As long as one used a wooden stick to knock on the wooden bowl, coins would appear in it.

Every coin represented their ten years of lifespan or ten years of cultivation!

The gambling den was such a place that was easy to lose oneself in. Just the rise and fall of wealth in spirit stones could make people fall deeper and deeper until they gambled their souls.

Not to mention the rapid increase in lifespan and cultivation, as long as they won once, after using the magical effect of that coin, they would completely fall for it.

After most of the rogue cultivators who entered here tried to quickly become stronger and increase their cultivation by ten years in minutes, they could no longer endure their slow cultivation.

In the end, they did not hesitate to gamble his cultivation and lifespan here.

"This evil ghost artifact should have been an Earth-rank artifact."

"Unfortunately, it's already damaged and can no longer be effective on cultivators above the Earth Immortal realm."

"Using such a shortcut to accumulate cultivation and lifespan is pointless. It's not beneficial to us at all."

The twelve high-grade Divine Judgment envoys had sharp eyes and saw through the details of this broken bowl at a glance.

However, they did not have the intention to remind those gamblers.

To the group of cultivators who had fallen in the gambling den, this group of prideful geniuses from the Ink Scar Academy did not fancy them at all.

Talking to them would dirty their mouths.

After looking at them with contempt, they continued walking into the city.

In front of them, an elegant girl in a black dress was already waiting for them.

"Welcome to Fengdu Ghost City. I am the Acting City Lord of the Ghost City. May I know why you are here?"

Beside her stood two Ghost Kings. They did not lose in terms of aura.

"Acting City Lord? Where is your City Lord?"

These twelve people actually quietly raised the floating height of the bamboo slip so that they could look down at the other party.

However, at this moment, the oldest scholar's eyes narrowed as he stared fixedly at Qin Shuman who was standing in the middle.

"Eh? This female ghost!"

He took off a brush stuck in his hair and carefully tore off a strand of hair and placed it in his palm.

The hair immediately fluttered towards Qin Shuman, who was standing not far ahead.

"It's actually actually!"

"What's your name? When did you die? What's your parents' name? Where did you live when you were alive? Is this body yours?"

"This bloodline aura can't be wrong!"

The old scholar seemed a little agitated. He no longer cared about the trivial matter of whether his feet were sticky or not. He landed on the ground and raised his pen to write the word "absorb" in the air.

Immediately, a huge suction force appeared out of thin air and pulled the unprepared Qin Shuman towards him.

Although the other Ink Scar Academy cultivators did not understand what the old man meant, they did not ask further. It was just a ghost.

How could a scholar's action be called disrespectful?

Seeing that the two Ghost Kings beside Qin Shuman still wanted to attack, two more ink words flew out, one "seal" and one "suppress".

The two words pressed down on the Ghost King like two mountains, causing their speed to suddenly decrease.

Before they could save Qin Shuman, they watched as she flew towards the old man.

The Ink Scar Academy cultivated divine arts of the pen. They could write fire to produce fire, and water to produce water. They could also write words in sentences and arrange them into chapters. It could be said that the words written could become reality and were extremely useful.

In a single exchange, Qin Shuman and the two Ghost Kings suffered greatly.

That old scholar even took out a Body Painting and wrote the word "Retrieve" on it. He was about to put the approaching female ghost into the painting.

"It's said that inner beauty is obtained from knowledge in books. It turns out that this obtain' means the use of force."

"I've witnessed the tyranny of the Ink Scar Academy!"

A black light flashed past, and the ink word in the air and painting collapsed. The powerful suction force naturally disappeared.

The masked figure pulled Qin Shuman into his arms.