After the rebirth, the villain was arched

Jade Butterfly stopped Qiru.

Ji Cangsheng didn't speak, Hua asked without saying a word: "What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing~" Jing Zhan stood behind Zhehua, hugging the waist that was not full, Zhehua was almost exhausted, her face was bloodless, as pale and fragile as a withered flower.

"Take your hand away!" Qi Ru glared fiercely at the frivolous man, her words were threatening, her voice was as deep as a roaring beast.

"Don't be so fierce." Jing Zhan gently hooked his fingertips from Zhehua's chin to his cheeks, the cold and bodyless touch made his scalp tingle, as if he was touching some beloved object, carefully , Infatuatedly, it's creepy to look at.

Seeing that these people seemed to be very angry, he became very playful and stopped the four of them so that they had to look at him.

Jing Zhan's personality is different from the other two ghost kings. He tends to rule the underworld with a morbid mentality. He seems to be playing in the human world, taking pleasure in seeing valuable things being torn apart, and disturbing the world.

"I'm here to help you get out regardless of past suspicions." Jing Zhan breathed into Zhe Hua's ear, like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, "You little fellows are willing to trade their lives with me to let you out. "

The already quiet air suddenly froze.

"Don't worry, this is a fair deal, I'm very satisfied with his body." Jing Zhan said, sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking the earlobe lightly, "I will also send you out of this space as agreed, I will not use any means. At least for now, I am not your enemy."

"I'll say it again, let him go!" Qi Ru broke free from the shackles of Jing Zhan, lifted the sword and pushed it, the blade was blown by the wind, almost slashing against the face that confuses all living beings, the white hair that fell Turned into misty black smoke.

"So what if you let him go? He won't survive." Jing Zhan pressed lightly on the abdomen in order to prove his words, "But there is only one skin left, his body has long been sacrificed to me, waiting for me to eat After finishing this last luck, I can completely get rid of that bastard Ling Zhu..."

His expression suddenly became fierce: "You have taken advantage of the fact that you dare to imprison and drive me. You should be grateful to me for having me solve that big trouble for you."

He didn't seem to care about the future of the underworld at all, and there was only unresolved hatred in his eyes, which made people think of the rumored demon.

Cold-blooded, cruel. Violent, self-respecting.

Jing Zhan seemed to have lost interest in these people, and with a wave of his sleeves, a crack opened in the void.

"By the way, after you leave here, you can't go back to the Upper Immortal Realm directly. If you want to go back, you can go all the way east and you will find the crack in the Tianyuan Gate." He slightly opened Zhehua's neckline, and the fragile skin was Lost blood and turned pale, "You don't need to thank me, I wish you good luck."

Zhehua didn't even have the strength to stand up, he raised his head slightly, with complex emotions in his eyes, but no despair.

"do not look……"

Before this space was submerged in darkness, Jing Zhan's fangs pierced into the skin, and the splashed fresh blood sprinkled on Jing Zhan's face like plum blossoms in the snow.

He was indeed a demon, and with provocative eyes, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

After a short period of darkness, before he even had time to steal time to be sad, a strong yin and ghost rushed over.

Yin and Yang have been separated since ancient times and never meet each other.

There may be another term for the underworld, which is hell.

It is said that the soul will go through hell after death, but it is not true.Yin souls are born of evil, or evil thoughts, or other things, but they are definitely not the result of three souls and seven souls escaping from the body.

The so-called ghosts are formed by the extreme yin souls of the yin souls swallowing each other. As Jing Zhan did at the beginning, the higher the level of the ghost, the heavier the yin and ghost qi, and eventually it will become evil.

If it is said that evil spirits can only hurt ordinary people, evil spirits can hurt the foundation of cultivators. There is a saying that the height of the Tao is one foot and the height of the devil is one foot, and evil things give up the bottom line, so they are naturally much more ferocious.

Things in the underworld don't bother to enjoy, and they are lifeless. Looking around, they are all dilapidated.

The aura of the living, especially in the sect with the most upright Taoism like Tianyuan Peak, the "goodness" in the disciples is like the scorching sun in the darkness, attracting the yin things born from "evil".

There was an indescribable scarlet light all around, the light source was irrelevant, and the ghosts were scattered all over the place. Because of these few living people who suddenly appeared, they resumed their activities and slowly forced them over.

Fortunately, they are all low-level ghosts, even if they have no skills at this time, they can still be dealt with. A group of people protected Ji Cangsheng's body and rushed eastward quickly.

The closer to the east, the higher the level of the ghost, and now I can only pray that nothing will go wrong and I can leave this hell safely.

But God did not wish.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew in the air, this wind was bitingly cold, with a compelling evil spirit, and a black shadow came over in the blink of an eye.

The black shadow approached Ji Cangsheng straight, and there was dazzling light mixed in the dim hell.

Huabuyu's skills were not limited by his lack of cultivation, so he quickly avoided the sword with the person in his arms, but the angle of the sword was so sharp and tricky that it directly pierced the skin on his back, and dropped a palm long scars.

If it was injured by a sword blade with evil energy, even Huabuyu's physique would be difficult to recover. The strange thing is that this sword wound was not invaded by evil energy, and healed quickly.

The visitor was dressed in a black robe, his facial features were as deep as a knife, with a cold and hard-to-conceal sternness, even though he was an adult, he could still be distinguished.

It's Jade Chill.

The sword in his hand is not the nameless black long sword that Agate gave him, but the one that Huabuyu is very familiar with...

Shen Shi's most commonly used saber.

Yu Chihan was more rational than before awakening, and also more cold and terrifying. He glared at Ji Cangsheng fiercely, as if he had a blood feud.

The subordinates who followed Yu Xiaohan also rushed over and quickly surrounded the five people. These were no longer ordinary ghosts, but something more terrifying than ghosts—ghosts.

Even under the protection rules of the Immortal Realm, dealing with Yu Chihan alone is enough to use the power of the Immortals on the 22nd peak of Tianyuanmen, not to mention that they have lost their cultivation at this time, and they are not even lambs waiting to be slaughtered. .

Yu Chihan waved his hand and opened the two ghosts that wanted to pounce on, the ghost that everyone talked about turned pale, and disappeared without even struggling.

None of the evil spirits who were supposed to go up to prey according to their instincts dared to move, as if they were afraid of the devil king, they all retreated in a circle.

"This person... definitely wants me to kill him myself!"

As Yu Chihan spoke, he raised his sword and stabbed towards him. Hua Buyu accepted the move without hesitation, blocked Yu Chihan, but was shocked to the point of blood.

To be continued.