Chapter 704: Ghost King

The latest website: Young Master Daqi's words were indifferent, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if he was talking about an unimportant matter.

Rumor has it that there are gods in the Netherworld. In the years before Yankang, in the ages before and after the mountains and seas, some of the true souls of the fallen heaven and earth souls have not died, and they have escaped into the silence of the Nine Nethers, intending to escape the obliteration of the will of the heavens and the earth.

True spirits are tyrannical and boundless. Although some wounded true spirits are seriously injured and have to hide tightly, their souls inadvertently radiate remnants, show their holiness, and gradually turn into some psychic gods. The belief of some creatures.

In the nether world, there are thirteen powerful beings who manifest holy names, they are the nine kings and the four saints. The kings of the nine nether worlds are not the kings who opened the heavens in the barren world, but the real kings.

Jiuyou's sage is naturally not a holy place, but a sage who is beyond the ordinary.

It is rumored that there are nine heavens in the nether world, and each heaven has a real king sitting in the town, but in the nine heavens, his name passed down by the four saints is nowhere to be seen.

With a skull face, black flames, and a cold aura swept across, wisps of black and cold aura emerged from Young Master Daqi's body, turning into thousands of dragon shadows the size of thousands of heads, drowning his whole body.

Seeing the young master Daqi approaching, Mu Jiuhan was a little panicked, a round jade plate appeared in his hand in an instant, and a green sacred tree seedling grew out of the jade plate, and then the jade plate soared into the sky, stabbing Through the hazy void, I want to escape.

Click!

At this time, above the sky, a black lightning shot down out of thin air, and hit the escaped jade plate. In an instant, the seedlings of the god tree withered, and the jade plate shattered into powder.

"you……"

Seeing the news that the Jade Butterfly was destroyed, Mu Jiuhan became even more nervous, because the Daqi Dead Clan had cut off his way to convey information to the outside world.

But it is not without any gains, the messenger jade butterfly is an ancient soldier, a witch treasure specially refined by the Three Beads Cave Heaven for communication, it is composed of two parts: the jade butterfly and the main formation.

The shattering of the jade butterfly can be sensed for the main formation under the summoning jade butterfly. Next, it depends on how the clan prepares.

"Let's go together and take him down."

Following Mu Jiuhan's voice, the two three-beaded cave shamans behind him made their moves together.

Rumble!

With the roar,

Like a thunderstorm, the three three-beaded cave warriors headed by Mu Jiuhan stood in front of Young Master Daqi.

"Shenmu Luotian!"

The two Three-Pearl Cave Sky Wuzong in the middle period of Wuzong directly played the same formula, and the witch talisman loomed in the void, turning into a net made of tree trunks intertwined.

As for the spear in Mu Jiuhan's hand, a cyan rune was branded on the spear, and there was a faint crystal spirit intertwined with it.

The three figures all rushed towards Young Master Daqi.

In the big camp, Mu Qingyun didn't listen to the order to kill, and he was the only one left when the car drove up. His eyes spanned the void, and he saw Xia Tuo standing on the high platform with Daqi's dead soul.

kill!

The next moment, he didn't hesitate, his figure rushed out of the car like lightning, but he appeared in front of a warrior of the first level of the three-bead cave heavenly supernatural power in the camp.

"you……"

puff~

The spear shattered, and blood flew horizontally, flowing down the spear.

"Everyone obey orders, kill the cave warriors!"

"Mu Qingyun, you are courting death!"

Mu Jiuhan turned his head and saw this scene, and Mu Qingyun's spear killed another supernatural powerhouse with three jewels, and he couldn't help roaring.

"My Three Beads gave you the strength to marry the daughter of the family, and you dare to betray my holy land!"

Mu Qingyun's eyes were full of ferociousness, and he grabbed a three-planted supernatural warrior with his big hands, and smashed it towards the mud and mud on the ground, not caring about the blood staining his body.

"Don't worry, I will strip out that unawakened soul."

Hearing the sound, Mu Jiuhan was startled.

Mu Qingyun actually knew it!

"Ah... help me."

At this time, there was a scream, and a Wuzong from the Three Pearl Cave was caught by the young master Daqi, and the black flames ignited his body, and the flesh and blood burned into ashes bit by bit, and soon spread the whole body, Not even the soul escaped.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of Young Master Daqi appeared in front of another Wuzong like a ghost, his body suddenly transformed into a beast, and he swallowed it into his mouth.

"kill!"

Seeing this scene, Xia Tuo in the distance felt that it was necessary to speed up the process. Let's clean up the remaining miscellaneous fish and shrimps. We can't let the Daqi Dead Clan do everything.

He was about to decide to make a move here, but the young master Daqi had already captured Mu Jiuhan and took him towards the center of Qiancang Realm.

Seeing this scene, Xia Tuo immediately ordered: "Elder Luo stay here."

After saying that, he turned around and walked in the direction of Young Master Daqi, and the fat brother followed him after seeing it, there was nothing to see here.

The strength of the Three Beads Cave Sky to enter the Thousand Cang Realm is too weak in front of the Daqi Dead Clan, and all the people combined can't handle a Daqi Young Master.

"Be careful, don't get the Nether Black Flame on your body."

Needless to say, the fat man, Xia Tuo had already avoided the little black flames scattered in the void. He instinctively felt that these flames, once contaminated with flesh and blood, would not go out unless the flesh and blood were completely burned.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he asked Fat Brother, "Do you know the origin of Nether Black Flame?"

"It's a little difficult."

Hearing the sound, Fat Brother said via voice transmission: "It is said that the Nine Kings and Four Sages of the Nether World ruled the world, among them there are several beings who control the Nether Black Flame, each of them is powerful, and they are known as ghosts and gods.

The Ghost Clan we killed is nothing more than little natives of the Netherworld, they believe in ghosts and gods. "

After finishing speaking, Fat Brother squinted his small eyes, shook his head slightly, and said in a deep thought: "It's no wonder that these Daqi people who have been dead for thousands of years have not completely withered. If they take refuge in a certain ghost in the nether world, it will be reasonable. I just don’t know how much it cost.”

Xia Tuo didn't make a sound. There is no doubt that the price is not small.

Soon, the two of them had followed Young Master Daqi to the center of Qiancang Realm. On the wasteland, withered grass swayed, and a blood formation surrounded by nine blood-colored circles spread on the wasteland.

At first glance, this large formation is very rough, even like a large pit dug by desolate people on the wasteland at will. However, the moment Xia Tuo's spiritual thoughts entered the outermost blood circle, he felt His quasi-primordial spirit suddenly felt a pain.

Immediately afterwards, a ray of spiritual thoughts sent out was swallowed, and a chill emerged in his spiritual world.

hum!

In an instant, the Xuankong Armor in the spiritual world burst into blue light, and the Xuanming divine script bloomed, turning into a statue of Xuanming God, and struck a ferocious armored beast that suddenly appeared in the spiritual world.

Rumble!

The sudden mental shock made Xia Tuo's body tremble, and the phantom of the evil beast that evolved in the spiritual world was annihilated, and the way he looked at the blood circle changed.

The fat brother around him is also like him, and his spiritual world has also been impacted.

"It's the black ghost."

After a long time, Fat Brother came back to his senses and made a sound.

At this time, Young Master Daqi, who fell on the stone platform in the center of the blood formation, turned his head to look at Fat Brother upon hearing the sound, and a strange splendor appeared in Kong Dong's eyes covered by the flat sky crown.

"I didn't expect someone in Bianhuang to recognize Heiyouxi."

"This is a strange beast under the throne of ghosts. It likes to eat people and is cruel and tyrannical."

After finishing speaking, the young master Daqi stopped talking and began to concentrate on making Mu Jiuhan. He planted Mu Jiuhan in the ninth blood circle like a tree stump.

The words of Young Master Daqi clearly told Xia Tuo and Fat Brother that the Nether ghost and god he sacrificed was the Ghost King. As one of the thirteen gods in the Nine Nether Worlds, he possessed unparalleled power.

Only such an existence can allow them to retain their memories completely after death, turn into the body of Yin soldiers, and be able to stay in the barren land and Yang world.

Immediately afterwards, there was a halo derived from the blood circle, covering Mu Jiuhan, and then fingernail-sized armored insects with black wings emerged from the blood circle, similar in appearance to Xia Tuo and Fat Brother. as manifested in the world.

Ka Ka Ka!

The little bug climbed onto Mu Jiuhan's body, opened its mouth and began to bite. It sucked blood from the bitten flesh, and then its head burrowed into the bloody mouth.

The power contained in the blood of the Holy Realm is enough to explode an ordinary martial artist of the Supernatural Ability Realm, but Hei Youli doesn't seem to be affected at all.

In the blink of an eye, these little bugs crawled all over Mu Jiuhan's body except for his face, lining up and burrowing into his body. Mu Jiuhan wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth. frightened.

Young Master Daqi carefully looked at Mu Jiuhan's frightened expression, as if appreciating a work of art, full of satisfaction.

In this regard, Xia Tuo pretended not to see it. For the sake of revenge, the guy who sacrificed to Nether might have already twisted his mind, which he still understands somewhat.

Not long after, a figure came from a distance, and groups of Yin soldiers carried corpses one by one, and threw them towards the blood circle.

These are the fallen three-bead cave celestial warriors, and the bones of the Longbo clan who were killed by Daxia town before, were also dragged here and thrown into the blood circle formation.

In the blink of an eye, black weeds crawled all over the bones and began to bite the flesh.

A figure smeared with strong blood energy came to Xia Tuo from far to near, and it was Mu Qingyun. Of course, the blood energy in his body was not his own, but that of the tortured Sanzhu Cave Heaven Warrior.

Like Zi Wuxiao, Mu Qingyun also felt a hearty feeling after killing several supernatural warriors in Sanzhudongtian, that he had avenged part of his wife and children's blood feud.

"Lord Xia."

Looking at Xia Tuo, Mu Qingyun made a sound.

"Congratulations to Patriarch Mu, who got rid of the clutches of the Holy Land."

"Clan Master Xia has a good method."

Mu Qingyun glanced at the Yin soldiers around him, as well as the Young Master Daqi in front of him, and said lightly.

Regarding this, Xia Tuo was not stupid enough to point it out, so he waved his hands indifferently, and said, "We are all people of the barren land, so we should watch out for each other, how can we let the outside world bully us."