Mr. Qin, Please Advise Me

The scene was silent, almost audible needles falling.

The second time with two million top-grade ghost spirit beads... Qing Yu took a peek at the box where the black-robed old man was, and saw that there was no movement, The third time with two million top-grade ghost spirit beads, let's congratulate Box No. 3. this friend. Phew! it is finally over.

Qin Yushen took the tree of life from the auction staff, looked at it, put it away, and got up with Song Yanning to leave the box. They know that there is a big battle waiting for them.

The black-robed old man smiled coldly, stood up and walked out of the box. Now is the time for him to reap their lives.

Song Yanning and Qin Yushen walked out of the auction and quickly ran towards the city gate.

Seeing the figures of Song Yanning and Qin Yushen running away, the black-robed old man hooked his lips in disdain, and with a flash, he followed the two of them. As long as he is staring at him, don't even think about leaving alive.

Song Yanning and Qin Yushen came out of Nether City and stopped.

When the black-robed old man saw the two stop, a hint of surprise flashed in his scarlet eyes, and then he sneered, It's a bit self-aware, hand over things.

Qin Yushen raised his hand and sacrificed his flying sword. With a wave of his hand, countless sword beams swept towards the black-robed old man with a destructive momentum.

The black-robed old man was stunned for a moment, then he quickly raised his hand, and hundreds of skulls were sacrificed by him.

Bang bang bang! The skull head collided with Qin Yushen's sword glow, and the skull head turned into pieces and fell to the ground.

The black-robed old man's mouth twitched. He thought that Qin Yushen was just a ghost king, and that his sword glow could not resist his skull at all, and he would definitely be devoured by his own skull, but the result surprised him.

Who are you? With what he knew about Qianli Ghost King and Moshan Ghost King, they wouldn't be so strong.

Song Yanning brought out the judge's pen and inkstone. She wanted to try their power.

The judge's pen! The black-robed old man looked at the judge's pen that Song Yanning offered in shock.

The judge pen in Song Yanning's hand dipped in the inkstone and wrote a huge word death in the air, and then she saw the golden word death, which turned into a golden beam and shot at the black-robed old man.

The black-robed old man hurriedly wanted to escape, but he was still a step behind. The golden light entered his body. Soon, he felt the vitality in his body being quickly pulled away, and his cultivation was also there. Rapid decline.

You are not the ghost king of Qianli and the ghost king of Moshan, who are you? The black-robed old man has regretted it now, but he knows that regret is useless. Once he is sentenced to death by the official pen, he has no choice but to die.

Song Yanning and Qin Yushen didn't answer, they just looked at the black-robed old man lightly.

The vitality of the black-robed old man was quickly drawn away, and his body was like a balloon that was being pumped, and it slowly dried down.

I'm not reconciled... The black-robed old man closed his eyes in despair and slowly fell to the ground. He was a ghost emperor, the highest existence in the underworld, but he died in the hands of two juniors whose identities he didn't even know.

Song Yanning and Qin Yushen glanced at the black-robed old man who had no breath, turned and left.

Not long after the two left, a figure fell beside the black-robed old man. He glanced at the black-robed old man, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

He was even more shocked when he saw the ring on the hand of the black-robed old man. Unexpectedly, those two people didn't even look down on the storage ring of the black-robed ghost emperor. He was suddenly very fortunate that he was a step late for something, otherwise he might end up in the same fate as the black-robed ghost emperor.