After pompom enters Hades

Black Impermanence: "..."

Little Pompom: "..."

The scene was extremely chaotic.

Zhang Yu didn't know what he had thrown out, and was startled by the sudden change, he yelled, backed up a few steps, and bumped into Zhang Yujin's tombstone, "Then... what is that thing?"

Zhao Wenhe was so furious that he barely got up from the pile of ghost twists, and stared at the other ghost emperor who fell on him with big eyes.

"You, who are you!"

Zhao Wenhe never imagined that there are other ghost emperors in this world besides the Wufang ghost emperors and Emperor Fengdu.

Even if there is, it shouldn't be like this. Is being a ghost emperor a talisman for the bad street?Can you smash one out at will?

Although Sun Shucheng looked awkward when he was circling in the air, but the moment he landed, he had already recovered the demeanor of a refined scholar.

Originally, several ghosts fell together, and everyone could float out after the ghost energy was blurred.

But already at the position of the ghost emperor and minister, the ghostly aura around him is extremely fierce, no one will take the initiative to weaken their own ghostly aura at this time to a emptiness that can be easily attacked...

If these big people in Huangquan want to get up, they will inevitably have to step on someone's hand or face.Therefore, the ghost officials did not dare to move rashly, Zhao Wenhe was not very mobile as a base, and only Sun Shucheng had a wider range of activities.

After hearing Zhao Wenhe's question, Sun Shucheng nodded politely, "My next son, Sun Shucheng, is just a lonely soul stranded in the world of heaven, and it is only right that your majesty has never heard of it."

Sun Shucheng's words were extremely humble, and at the same time, he made a gesture of cupping his hands, which seemed to be a respectful salute to the ghost emperor Zhao Wenhe.

Anyone who heard such a humble and respectful exchange of greetings would not be able to fly into a rage. The ghost emperor Zhao Wenhe paused for a while, and the ghost officials were also taken aback.

Then, looking at the Pianpian scholar, he took out a small knife from his sleeve and plunged it into Zhao Wenhe's heart...

Zhang Yu managed to get up with the support of the tombstone, but almost staggered and fell down again.

The ghost minister turned pale with shock, "Your Majesty!!!"

It doesn't matter who is stepping on and stepping on, and he flies to rescue him with a shattered liver and gallbladder.

Furious, Zhao Wenhe swung his palm away!But as early as the moment Sun Shucheng succeeded, he flew back like lightning and floated to Zhang Yu's side more than ten meters away.

Although Sun Shucheng had been packed in a porcelain vase the size of a thumb for half a month, when he was thrown out and flew in the air for a few seconds, he had already judged the current situation.

Behind him is Hei Wuchang, who is not the true deity, and Pluto is exhausted, Zhang Yu, who has a mortal body, is not worth mentioning... and the one in front is the Lord of Panzhongshan—Ghost Emperor Zhao Wenhe.

Sun Shucheng made a decisive decision, and secretly made a stab.

Sun Shucheng's short knife has the same effect as the snack spider silk, and it is very powerful. Not to mention that the ghost king is killed by a knife, he can kill himself by wiping his own neck.

But even though they are both ghost emperors, Zhao Wenhe is much stronger than Sun Shucheng, but after being stabbed, those ancient ghost aura still flow out like a waterfall!

Zhao Wenhe was furious, waved his sleeves and knocked away the four ghost ministers who came to help him, covered their wounds and stood up: "You idiot, how dare you assassinate him!"

Zhao Wenhe is a ghost emperor, but not just a ghost emperor. He was promoted to heaven as a king of the underworld and became a fairy god when Sun Shucheng was not born and Hei Wuchang was just a sly official in the underworld.

Following Zhao Wen's harmonious voice like thunder, everyone present, no matter human or ghost, was shocked, as if they were hit by a heavy hammer, they couldn't stand still.

The originally cold moonlight was also covered by the suddenly thick black mist, and the terrifying coercion belonging to the king of ghosts was suppressed like a cage.Even the little pompom didn't dare to blow its hair anymore, it closed its eyes tightly and burrowed into Heiwuchang's arms.

And Hei Wuchang has been silent like a dummy since 5 minutes ago, just standing quietly in the cemetery holding the little pompom, not even making a move.

I saw that a huge black phantom had formed around Zhao Wenhe's body, and the ghostly aura in a radius of ten miles gathered like mountains and seas, pouring into the frightening phantom.

The entire phantom was swelled up, containing the power to shake mountains and rivers.

Zhao Wenhe seemed eager to save face, mobilized all the ghost energy in his body, and raised his hand to slap him!

A huge palm print with ghostly aura hit the few people in the cemetery like lightning, enough to wipe out hundreds of ghost kings in an instant!

But at the same time, this transfer didn't matter, Zhao Wenhe's chest wound suddenly let out ghost energy.

I saw that Zhao Wenhe was like a balloon being pierced with a needle hole, and there was puff puff puff on his swollen chest...

Start to let the ghost air out!

The huge palm print immediately disappeared.

Sun Shucheng glanced at the situation around him, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and leap up. He took the blow alone and was thrown out with a snap. He almost flew in a straight line in the air and smashed hard to the ground more than ten meters away. outside the tombstone.

Thanks to the ghost emperor Zhao Wenhe's lack of breath, Sun Shucheng was not killed by this palm, but he couldn't get up for a long time.

The ghost minister next to him saw that his Majesty failed to kill him with a single blow, so he immediately soared up into the clouds and turned into four towering black shadows to surround him.

Zhang Yu saw that the situation of Hei Wuchang was different. Sun Shucheng was thrown half to death, so he had to get up reluctantly, tremblingly took out the last few boxes of soul cigarettes from his arms, lit them like lightning and threw them out.

With the lesson learned from the ghost emperor's bare hands, several ghost officials were taken aback, and immediately covered their faces and backed away, fearing that this mortal, who had only one breath left, would throw something again.

Ghost Emperor Zhao Wenhe was also extremely nervous.

Five pairs of eyes stared at the cigarette case with small flames!

More than 30 soul smokes inside were ignited at the same time, emitting gorgeous sparks, pushing the cigarette box to spin rapidly in mid-air, spraying fireworks all around.

It echoed with the hole in Ghost Emperor Zhao Wenhe's chest, one sprayed gray smoke, and the other sprayed black air.

For a moment, the center of the battlefield where swords were tense was filled with smoke and flames.

It's like a messy kitchen.

The ghost ministers probably also realized that the thing thrown by this mortal this time is not at the same level as the ghost emperor who flew into the sky and smashed people just now. It is just a bluff with some fireworks.

Zhang Yu coughed a few times nervously and awkwardly. He didn't know why he threw the soul smoke, which was used to search for things, even the box...

One of the ghost ministers sneered: "Small tricks."

Saying that, the four ghost ministers drew their swords and stepped up into the thick smoke, intending to obliterate these mortals before Zhao Wenhe became furious.

Soul Smoke, which specializes in restraining ghost qi, meets that black qi, just like sublimated alcohol meets pure oxygen, and when both sides reach a certain concentration...

The firework of nearly a hundred soul smokes strangled the powerful and boundless ghost aura of the ghost emperor.

Boom! ! !

exploded.

Just now, Heiwuchang's distraction and body were quietly switching bodies.At this moment, the young man who had been silent for a long time holding the little pompom opened his eyes, and Heiwuchang returned to his place.

For a moment, Hei Wuchang, who had just left the underworld and entered this body, thought he was blind. It took a few seconds for him to realize that the darkness around him was thick smoke that covered the sky and the sun.

Sensing that the ghost emperor is approaching, Heiwuchang's body is extremely nervous, and he does not hesitate to use forbidden techniques to replace distraction, and rushes to rescue Xiaopomball and other subordinates.

He originally thought that the situation in the cemetery would be extremely tense, even if there was a ghost emperor like Sun Shucheng, and the opponent was a ghost emperor who was a god of immortality, and four ghost ministers, the whole army would be wiped out if he was not careful.

The little pom-pom must have been terrified.

In the dark, Hei Wuchang touched the pompom in his arms to find out if it was injured, and then found that the little pompom in his arms was very happy, eating thick smoke.

The thick smoke that could obscure sight and consciousness dissipated, and the surrounding scenery gradually revealed.

Zhang Yu is the master of the soul smoke, and will not be affected by the explosion of the soul smoke, so he just sits on the ground.

Sun Shucheng had just been sent flying more than ten meters away, and now he was floating three feet above the ground, with a beautiful scenery and a gentle manner.

The other people in the Special Investigation Department are in coffins underground, very safe.

And a few meters away, a ghost emperor and four ghost ministers collapsed on the ground miserably like fried eggplant skins.

Ghost Emperor Guichen's face was black and purple, and his long beard was fried to a crisp and blossomed, slightly upturned in a comical way.

The few ghosts basically didn't move, only the chest of the ghost emperor Zhao Wenhe was still puffing tirelessly.

Zhang Yu stared at the fried ghost emperors and ministers for a while, but couldn't hold on any longer. He tremblingly took out the remaining half of the cigarette butt from his pocket, lit it and took a deep breath, before he managed to retrieve it. Gain your sanity, "Is my soul smoke so easy to explode?"

Sun Shucheng floated over, first bowed slightly to Hei Wuchang, neither humble nor overbearing, then looked at those fried ghost ministers and said inexplicably: "First of all...you have to have a leaky ghost emperor."

Of course, Zhang Yu's soul cigarette is a rare thing in the world. Just one cigarette can be sold at an unimaginable sky-high price on the road, but he has always been foolish and doesn't want to make money.

Sun Shucheng still sees Zhang Yu with a nose that is not a nose, and eyes that are not eyes, so he didn't mention these large boxes of soul cigarettes at all, how rare they are.

And Hei Wuchang used the soul technique, and after coming from the underworld, he found that he had no important role... Hei Wuchang was acting as a conscientious nanny, hugging his master and patting his full belch.

Of course, the ghost emperor did not die so easily.

A few seconds later, Zhao Wenhe suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

He is a majestic fairy, and he has done the way of mortals several times, so he is very angry.

The anger was smoldering in the back of the chest, and the small hole in Ghost Emperor Zhao Wenhe's chest changed from puffing and farting to a sharp whistling sound like a boiling kettle. ! ! !

The ghost emperor Zhao Wenhe raised his eyes and saw Hei Wuchang. As the king of the underworld, he had seen this seductive little official beside Hades.Now that Heiwuchang's soul returned to his place, his momentum changed suddenly, and the ghost emperor Zhao Wenhe also recognized the identity of the person in front of him.

The fury in Zhao Wenhe's eyes was laced with contempt, "It turns out that the servant next to Pluto was causing trouble. Pluto fell into the Abyss of Bone and lost his soul, so he failed to be a good lesson..."

The little pompom felt extremely comfortable under Hei Wuchang's pat, and one couldn't hold back: "Hi~"

The little pompom in Hei Wuchang's arms hiccupped with a milky voice, and a faint fragrance radiated from the little pompom's claws...

It's the taste of ghost crisps.

Zhao Wenhe's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and his canthus was about to burst!The ghost prince has been held in his hands and pampered by him for hundreds of years, bringing everyone ghosts and ghosts for him to torture and kill for fun every day. He has never suffered any grievances, but this is...

With Ghost Emperor Zhao Wenhe as the center, a storm of black clouds and roiling clouds suddenly brewed, and the violent and powerful ghost energy seemed to tear everything nearby into pieces!

Even the hole in Zhao Wenhe's chest began to escalate into a rocket-like jet in the eruption of ghost energy, heck——

Sun Shucheng was vigilant as if he was facing an enemy, Zhang Yu sat on the ground with a pale face

Hei Wuchang gave up watching from the sidelines, and said flatly: "Since I found it, I won't keep it."

Hei Wuchang took the last cigarette butt from Zhang Yu's mouth, and reached out to Zhao Wenhe's leaking chest in the black air storm...

boom! ! !