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His eyes were fixed on the direction of the sound.
"Boom—"
"Boom—"
"Boom—"
There were violent crashes, one after another.
It was as if a heavy hammer had hit everyone's hearts fiercely.
Every time Huang Quan trembled, everyone's hearts trembled accordingly.
Compared to the joy of Wang Yuqing and others.
The surrounding ghosts stopped smiling.
In the blood-colored eyes, the bloodthirsty color gradually faded away, replaced by the color of fear.
Lao Zhu raised his head and looked at the trembling Huangquan.
The heart also trembled.
He can feel it.
Outside the ghost domain, there is an extremely terrifying unknown breath.
And this unknown existence is frantically tearing apart his ghost domain.
"Kakkaka..."
As the impact sound gradually increased.
Cracks suddenly appeared on the ghost domain.
"how can that be?"
Old Zhu's eyes widened, and the ghost eyes were filled with disbelief.
His ghost domain, but after the blessing of the ghost master, can even withstand a blow from a strong ghost king.
Who is it?
To be able to break his ghost domain?
Outside the ghost realm.
Black and white impermanence raised the mourning stick at the same time.
Swing towards the ghost domain below.
boom---
A huge explosion resounded throughout Nanyuan City.
in the shocked eyes of the crowd.
Lao Zhu's ghost domain exploded and dissipated into countless fragments.
Lao Zhu spat out a stream of blood, and the expression in the ghost's eyes instantly became weak.
"What is it..."
Lao Zhu raised his head and looked at the sky.
However, he didn't say "who" yet, and just froze in place.
Wang Yuqing and the others beside him also looked demented as if they had been struck by lightning.
Under the moonlight.
A group of soldiers wearing bronze armor and holding long knives stepped out of the air.
The sharp Zanhun Dao reflected the icy light under the moonlight.
Their faces were shrouded in black mist, making it hard to see clearly.
Only two scarlet eyes pierced through the black mist.
Those who were stared at by this gaze, whether it was a ghost master or a ghost, felt their hearts tremble.
It was as if all the blood in his body had coagulated.
And in front of this group of soldiers, there were two strange figures.
They are one black and one white.
It's like yin and yang Tai Chi.
Holding a mourning stick and a chain of soul locks.
His cold eyes slowly scanned the crowd.
"Black and white...impermanence!"
Xue Dingshan's face trembled, and he took a wild breath.
Although it was the first time he saw black and white impermanence, he still recognized their identities at a glance.
This dress.
It is exactly the same as described in the myths and legends!
And this strong sense of oppression.
It's like a god!
Although the ghostly aura is lingering, the ghostly aura does not make people feel cold, but instead has an indescribable sense of majesty.
Looking behind Black and White Impermanence...
The hearts of Xue Dingshan and others shrank severely again.
It was as if the soul had been pinched.
The group of Yin soldiers behind Black and White Impermanence are all ghost generals? !
"Ghost...ghost general?"
Wang Yuqing swallowed, her beautiful eyes filled with horror.
These Yin soldiers are all ghost generals?
sky……
This is too scary, isn't it?
She thought it would be very scary for Wangui Kingdom to dispatch more than a dozen ghost generals at once.
But did not expect.
The forty yin soldiers behind Black and White Impermanence are all ghost generals!
Forty ghost generals!
Directly crush the Ten Thousand Ghosts Kingdom to pieces!
"Is this the Underworld..."
Zhang Ying smiled wryly, with complex expressions in his eyes.
Such a terrifying handwriting is indeed not something that human forces can possess.
Probably only the underworld in mythology can dispatch forty ghost generals at once, right?
Lao Zhu was also frightened by this scene.
However, he calmed down quickly, cupped his hands, and said, "I'm in the Wangui Kingdom, Lao Zhu, may I ask where the forces are from?"
He hoped that the name of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Ghosts could deter these uninvited guests.
however.
Black and white impermanence did not pay attention.
Hei Wuchang snorted coldly, and said: "I am the Yin God of the Underworld Impermanence Division, and I am here to kill evil spirits under the order of Lord Yin Tianzi."
"All Yin soldiers obey orders."
"Evil ghosts present, don't leave a single one behind, all of them will be killed!"
When Lao Zhu heard this, his expression changed.
Hell?
These guys turned out to be ghosts from the underworld?
to be frank.
Before coming here, Lao Zhu had imagined countless times how he would feel when he saw the underworld.
Happy?
Excited?
Or excited?
But the old Zhu at that time was absolutely unexpected.
At this moment, all emotions were gone in his heart, and only fear was left!
But at this moment, Lao Zhu had no time to fear.
Because just when Heiwuchang's voice just fell.
The black soul-locking chain in his hand had already torn through the night sky and pulled towards him fiercely.
"Hmph, you want to kill me?"
Old Zhu's face darkened slightly.
Although he was shocked by the strength of the underworld.
But he is also full of confidence in himself.
As the number one general of the Ghost Lord of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Kingdom, he did not believe that he would be beheaded by these few ghosts that appeared suddenly.
"Boom!"
The monstrous ghost energy suddenly surged out of Lao Zhu's body, and the thick black fog surged violently on the tower, swallowing up Lao Zhu's ghost body.
Under the wrapping of these ghostly auras, Lao Zhu's body suddenly swelled violently.
Then, under the shocked eyes of everyone, it actually increased to a height of more than ten meters.
Like a giant, exuding a terrifying aura.
Roar---
Lao Zhu roared, waved his huge fist, and bombarded Heiwuchang fiercely.
"Boom boom boom..."
Where the ghost fist passed, the air vibrated violently, as if the space was about to be torn apart.
however.
Facing the blowing fist, Hei Wuchang remained expressionless.
A wave of the right hand.
The soul chain roared out.
Directly tied up Lao Zhu's ghost body.
Being bound by the soul chain, Lao Zhu's ghostly aura quickly dissipated, and his body was also shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Old Zhu was struggling.
But before he could scream.
Hei Wuchang's figure was approaching quietly.
The mourning stick in his hand was raised high.
"Boom—"
"what!"