Chapter 1 Lin Fan returns after rebirth

A bunch of cities were destroyed and everyone changed color.

They are numerous, but their numbers are nothing compared to the four ancestors.

That’s the ancestor!

There was no time to panic or complain.

The cold blades were like sharp edges that illuminated the rivers and streams. Each strike accurately hit the group of monsters in the King of Hell's Palace, causing screams to be heard.

Han Wu said angrily: "How dare you hide!"

The man in black suit couldn't stand it any longer and immediately reached out to stop him:

"Are you really going to kill me?"

"Otherwise! This is my only chance."

Han Wu didn't hesitate at all, his decisiveness was shocking.

However, its body is very honest and its attacks never kill.

The man in black suit pointed his palm towards it, signaling to stop the attack, and then pointed to the Palace of Yama behind him.

"How about this, let's have a serious fight. If I win, you help me deal with these little ghosts behind me."

"If I lose, I'll be your little brother for five thousand years, how about that?"

"Oh?"

When he thought of the man in black suit serving him tea and water and letting him do whatever he wanted, his heart moved.

"How do we determine victory or defeat?"

"It's very simple."

The man in black dress brushed off the ice chips on his shoulders and said, "If I can do this, I will win."

Han Wu frowned, feeling that the man in the black suit exuded some extraordinary aura.

"You just said that today is your chance to kill me, right?"

"Yes, I did."

"Then I just need to make you despair."

"..."

The Cold Witch tapped the bone staff, and the Netherworld flame beside him suddenly froze into blocks.

After making sure it was correct, he raised his head and said, "If you can do it, try it."

clatter--

The man in black suit snapped his fingers, "General Baidi, let's start the melee now. We will have an extra helper."

Before Han Wu could figure it out, he saw ten... thirty, forty... a hundred more flames of Hell behind the man in black suit!

Each one is only as big as a fist.

The one hundred netherworld flames behind him only occupied a small area.

However, it brought endless pressure to Han Wu.

"Stop being fancy, die!"

The cold witch waved his scepter, and streaks of cold air transformed into dragons and beasts, attacking the people in black suits!

Hundreds of netherworld flames shot out from behind him at the same time, covering a wide area. The cold witch raised his mouth:

"This is nothing, who can compare with me in area?"

A wall of frosty ice blasted forward, covering nearly thirty rays of Netherworld flame.

With just three ice walls, only a few of the hundred fires would be left.

Just as it was thinking this, it discovered that the Netherworld Flame that was covered by it seemed to have gained consciousness and all avoided the ice wall at the fastest speed.

To its surprise, each flame did not collide with each other.

"This is... a hundred mini versions of you?"

Han Wu was a little confused. He was in a black suit with a blank expression on his face. He looked around and said calmly:

"No, this is my one-pointed move. Which do you think is faster, your ice or my fire?"

As it spoke, hundreds of netherworld flames ignited behind it, forcing back the catfish spirit that tried to attack it!

"Is this true? Is this guy so strong?"

The catfish demon's hands were in pain, so he had to cut off his arms to offset the pain of the Netherworld Fire.

Such a powerful ghost was actually suppressed by the cold witch at the beginning?

Not to mention the catfish spirit, no one present could figure it out.

The cold witch was obviously a little flustered. He was hit several times before he could dodge. His body was burned all over, reminding him that he could not win.

"Don't be afraid. The fire is so small that it won't hurt much. It will be killed by the fire."

The basketball old man didn't take it seriously. He covered himself with layer upon layer of wooden armor. He punched Chen and all the armor disappeared.

As the basketball old man flew backwards, he was not in a hurry. With a flick of his hand, countless vines covered Jiang Chen. In an instant, the source of the basketball old man's loss was absorbed by Jiang Chen.

Although it cannot be completely offset, the consumption is reduced a lot by doing this.

The man in blue robe was not afraid of Jiang Chen, he raised his fist and punched him in the face.

The loud noise forced the old man and Bai Ling'er to retreat several meters.

The white mist wrapped around the blue-robed man's left arm. With a sharp pain, his left arm was torn off on the spot, forcing him to retreat again.

"That guy who plays with white fog can't be stopped at all."

The man in blue robe felt annoyed as he looked at his arm which had eight or nine bones already formed.

The general's fist can use its skeleton to barely reduce the damage.

But Bai Di, as if using a space ninjutsu, took away its arm and bones on the spot!

It's impossible to prevent it, not at all.

Those weird people in the King of Hell also thought the same.

They are just the background, and in the aftermath, the death toll continues to increase.

"Stop it first! Stop hitting me! Please stop—"

A beam of netherworld flame fell, and Hei Wuchang, who shouted not to fight anymore, only appeared in a few scenes before he was killed.

After hearing what the basketball old man said, Han Wu calmed down and stopped fighting with the flames. He went straight for the enemy general's head and attacked the man in the black suit!

But then, the man in the black suit said with a complicated expression:

"Do you really think that these fires can't be bigger and more powerful?"

Han Wu was not frightened, and said with his chest puffed out: "Of course I don't believe it. If you twist my head off, I will believe it."

The flames of stars formed lines around the black dress.

"I really don't want to."

next moment.

The body of the man in black suit has appeared behind the cold witch, and its head is held in the hand of the man in black suit.

"I really didn't want to do anything to you, so I let you misunderstand."

The cold witch's mind was blank. He looked at the black dress that was holding him in his arms and listened to it say calmly:

"I just don't want to waste ghost money. Killing an ancestor will cost too much, but... it's not impossible."

The head held in the hands of the man in black formal wear slowly dissipated and gradually grew out of his body.

It did not look back at the Cold Witch, but instead turned its attention to the catfish spirit.

"I met a very interesting shadow in Guangyu. I saw it once when I left Guangyu. It had just stepped into the city of destruction, but it was able to defeat the ancestor who could not be transformed into bones."

"I think I am as strong as it... If we really want to fight, two of us will do."

The undecayed bones count as one, and the ancestor’s original body counts as another.

If the newly arrived city destroyer can do it, then why can't it in black suit do it?

However, it is predicted that his senior Mingxingka has at least five more sources, which are really lost here.

In more serious cases, there may be only four sources left.

What a loss.

Asshole... It would be great if I were the one who contracted with Boss Lin.

The best thing Dead Shadow has ever done in his life might be the contract.

Those who don’t have a contractor can only calculate the balance in their cards and cannot spend lavishly.

The cold witch stood there in a daze, back to back with it. Although they didn't hug each other this time, they did stick close to each other.

"You are so powerful... Why was Ming Xingka forced to be tied to that gambling trick?"

"..."

The man in black formal wear looked up at the bright moon and then lowered his head to reach his purse.

Really, it’s so heartbreaking.

"Stop chatting, go and wipe out those people from the Hades' Palace."

Feeling heartbroken, it chose to change the subject and began to command the Cold Witch, just like it had done for the past five thousand years.

When Han Wu heard the order, he not only did not feel disgusted, but also felt a sense of home warmth.

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[Thanks to 'Jin' for the master certification! (His ID is still a finger long, I can't type it out...)]

[Brother Meng, hurry up, the distance to increase the update is getting faster! 】