Underworld Pass

'Sir, I have learned from Mr. Qingming that it is the Qingcang faction who made the move this time. '

Before Ye Fan waited for Jarvis' investigation with a cold face, Jarvis had already passed on the views of Qingming and others.

"go on!"

Ye Fan stretched out his hand and grabbed Bao'er's little hand, his complexion became more and more ugly.

I couldn't help but think about the details of being with Zou Shijun in my mind. I have to say that when I was with this girl, it was actually quite fun.

It's just that at this time, she was suddenly in danger, and her life might even be in danger. In Ye Fan's heart, he was actually more anxious than anyone else, otherwise, his face would not have become so ugly.

"Okay sir, this time the people from the Qingcang faction conducted a strict inspection and investigation. After confirming that you really left Linhai, they chose to attack Ms. Zou Shijun. According to the current progress, she has already escaped from Jiang Province and arrived in Nanshi City, Eastern Province. '

Jarvis responded.

"It's pretty fast. By the way, help me tell those little girls that there is something temporary, and I'll come back a few days later."

"Okay sir, but sir, you don't have to go there at all if you want to recover Miss Zou Shijun this time, even if you go, one day's round trip is enough, why do you have to wait for a few days?" '

"It's time to shine the sword, otherwise everyone will think that Ye Fan is easy to bully, and come to the sea to step on me, then I will be annoyed to death!"

Ye Fan responded lightly, carried Bao'er on his shoulders, and said to Jarvis, "All the armor that can be mobilized is mobilized for me, Qingcang faction, I want him to become history!"

'Okay, sir, your request is met! '

Jarvis responded and went to prepare.

Ye Fan raised his hand, and a crimson talisman appeared. An unyielding monkey head, holding an iron rod, stared coldly at the big hand that was pressed down, standing proudly.

"what is this?"

Bao'er asked strangely.

Ye Fan smiled and said, "Bao'er, have you ever seen a transformation?"

"Balabala Little Demon Fairy?"

"Uh--well, well."

"Will you transform too?"

"Just look at it!"

"Whoa, monkey!"

"It's Monkey King!"

"Oh, isn't it fighting and defeating Buddha?"

"You little girl!"

Ye Fan, who was stepping on the somersault cloud and holding the Ruyi golden cudgel, seemed to be transformed into the appearance of the monkey making trouble in the heaven. With the coordinates transferred by Jia Wei and the guidance of the whole route, Ye Fan was not afraid of going to Java by somersaulting.

……

"Who the hell are you, why are you chasing after me so hard!"

In the eastern province, in an undeveloped mountain forest outside Qing County in the western suburbs of Nanshi City, there were about thirty men in silver robes, looking warily at the pair of red eyes that appeared in this dark forest at this time, and couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"Qingcang faction, it's very powerful, the women of our highness dare to move, you are so powerful!"

There was a cold voice, like weeping like weeping, the scalp of the only listener was numb, the hair stood on end, and goose bumps fell all over the ground.

"Who is your boss's woman? Could it be her, how could it be possible, she is the most yin body, who dares to touch her?"

One of the men in the silver robe came out, smiled strangely, and said: "Everyone, come out if you have the ability, what kind of ability is hiding!"

Snapped--

A strong wind howled past, and a loud slap sounded in an instant.

what--

The silver-robed man who stood up felt his face was hot. When he came back to his senses, someone had slapped his cheek viciously, and the fiery palm prints were sticking to his face bright red.

"Who, who hit me?"

The silver-robed man screamed, but just after the words were spoken, he watched in amazement as Uncle Ying's figure slowly came out of the forest, and a ghostly figure passed by the silver-robed man's side, wiped his face lightly, and landed obediently beside Uncle Ying.

"I'm sorry, the discipline is not good, it's my friend who moved your face, but so what, you bastards, even dare to touch His Highness's woman, all of you will be punished!"

Uncle Ying also changed his face. Usually in the underworld, he and Zou Shijun have the best relationship. After all, he came out of a movie anyway. To him, Zou Shijun is the most clingy. He almost treats Meng Po Zou Shijun like a little sister.

Well now, these guys from the Qingcang Sect came here uninvited, and while they were marching eastward with His Highness, they dared to plunder the tiger's whiskers and snatch the unsuspecting Zou Shijun.
"Bastard, bastard, kill him, kill him—"

The silver-robed man who stood up was obviously the leader of this group of people. He backed away in astonishment and growled desperately at Uncle Ying.

"Kill him, just rely on you bastards?"

Qingming's figure slowly appeared in the midair, and beside him, figures such as Soaring Snake, White Tiger, Suzaku, Xuanwu, and Liuhe emerged one by one.

"What is this thing!?"

"How to do?"

"I, how do I know!"

"I never heard they would come so soon!"

"I never heard that there will be so many people!"

This group of men in silver robes was in a panic at this moment.

Most of them are evil cultivators and follow crooked ways. Naturally, they have a very high understanding of the hierarchy of ghosts and ghosts.

It's just that at this time, there are many ghosts popping up in succession, and it's already a great deal of face not to scare them into the urine.

"Hey, why didn't you wait for me!"

Joy led the dejected Pan An to the front of the group of people, laughing and laughing. From inside his oil-paper umbrella, a terrifying roar jumped out. It was at least six or seven meters tall and looked like a small hill at first glance, which was particularly frightening.

"And I!"

Kaneki Ken has already taken off the blindfold, and the blood-red one-eyed look gives off a bloody and violent aura.

In addition, beside him, the god Dai Lishi who has materialized by himself is also smiling, with a beautiful figure and a sweet face, full of charm.

"Hey, even though I'm a cook, you have to count me in!"

Carrying a kitchen knife, with fiery red hair and apron, Xinghei Chuangzhen smiled and rubbed his nose, and he was full of combat power.

"How can we forget about our Women's Army!"

"And our military soul!"

There are many girls in red skirts, lightly occupying the sky and the earth, followed by a group of army souls wearing battle armors with sabers, fiercely occupying half of the sky, and glaring at the group of men in silver robes below, with cold expressions.

Uh--

well, a lot—

This, is this poking a hornet's nest!
my God--

A group of men in silver robes looked at this scene in horror, completely dumbfounded, and some of their legs had already weakened, and they fell helplessly to the ground.

It's over, this time it's completely over——

and many more!

Suddenly someone screamed and said, "Some of us—"

Before he finished speaking, the figure of Soaring Snake arrived behind him at some point, and a sharp dagger stabbed his heart, and blood appeared suddenly.

"Is the hostage, sorry, it's gone now."

After Teng She muttered coldly, Gou Chen on one side carried Zou Shijun who had been dazed and packed in a sack, and couldn't help but give him a blank look, and said, "Be quick, these are all His Highness's values ​​of good and evil."

"know."

Teng Snake raised his eyebrows.

After all, in Ye Fan's group army, they belong to different phalanxes, and each of them refuses to accept anyone. Even though they usually fight together, there are also contests in secret.

For example, this time, the whole army was mobilized to protect Zou Shijun, the most important person under Ye Fan's banner, Po Meng!
"The matter of killing, how could it be without us!"

"And I!"

"Hee hee, count me in too!"

"Our women's army is not weaker than others, women are not inferior to men, sisters, come on!"

"Army soul is invincible!"

A low growl that ordinary people can't hear, but can be heard in the ears of any animal, spread out in the scene of birds flying around and small animals running around.

"stop!"

But at this moment, at the moment when all the dead souls were about to make a move, a soft voice came slowly from outside the forest.

So familiar, who is it?

They all turned their heads in astonishment, only to see one carrying a pitch-black iron rod in his left hand, and a monkey's head of a little girl sitting on his right shoulder, walking step by step from a distance like this, with a pair of crimson eyes full of tyrannical and bewitching evil.

Your Highness!

Get down on your knees!

Ye Fan didn't go to see Qingming and the others, nor did he go to see the Women's Army and Army Soul. At this moment, he only had eyes for this group of men in silver robes.

"You, Qingcang faction?"

The corners of Ye Fan's lips raised slowly, and the rows of fine fangs were extraordinarily dazzling under the not-so-bright moonlight.

A silver-robed man who was terrified by this terrifying scene said excitedly, "Yes, yes."

"No, no, we are not Qingcang faction, no—"

Some people also came to their senses and hurriedly hit the crying companion beside them, defending Ye Fan.

"Hahaha--"

Seeing the flustered behavior of these silver-robed men, Ye Fan couldn't help laughing out loud.

At the moment when the laughter stopped abruptly, he suddenly lowered his head, stared fiercely at each silver-robed man, grinned, and said, "Does it matter?"

ha?
No, what, what do you mean—

This group of men who belonged to the elites of the Qing Cang Sect looked at Ye Fan in astonishment, and couldn't help swallowing their saliva. This man's aura was terrifying, especially his eyes, which seemed capable of killing people.

"I don't care who you are, since you dare to touch Ye Fan's people, then you must be mentally prepared."

Ye Fan raised his hand slightly, smiled faintly, and said, "Kill!"