After I was reborn, I became the richest man in the underworld

Under the threat of the Eight Palace Ghost King, Li Zhilan finally compromised.

When he stood in front of Badian again with a new picture scroll, Zhou Nan's heart rose to his throat again.Every inch the picture scroll unfolded, his heart became tighter.

When the scroll was fully unfolded, Zhou Nan was dumbfounded.Although the person in the painting is him, he is wearing half a mask.

Even though the mask covers most of the face, with Li Zhilan's superb painting skills, there is still a half-dozen similarities.

Seeing this picture-in-picture, Zhou Nan quietly looked sideways.Seeing that Mu Xi's expression was the same, he probably didn't recognize him, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Badian Ghost King looked at the picture scroll, frowned, and asked suspiciously: "Are you kidding me? What is this?"

Li Zhilan lowered his eyes, and said in a calm tone: "Eight Kings, you need to be in a hurry, it's hard to paint, it's too late."

The smoke from the ghost stove in the painting has already risen, and there is indeed no time to wait any longer.Although the ghost king was dissatisfied, he had no choice but to cast the scroll into the furnace immediately...

Zhou Nan gasped, he knew that his substitute soul was about to be refined.He originally thought that as long as he didn't show up, the human world would be able to avoid this disaster, but at this moment he felt a little helpless.

Just when he was full of thoughts, the crows on the ruined dead tree seemed to be startled by something again, flapping their wings and calling loudly.Immediately afterwards, the entire Ashes Prison shook with a "boom".

The barrier is broken.

"He's here. You protect the painter, and I'll go."

After Zhou Nan finished speaking, before Mu Xi could answer, he turned around and disappeared into the ruins.

"be careful!"

Mu Xi yelled at his back, and when he looked back at Li Zhilan, there was a new plot in the mural.

The Ghost King of the Eight Palaces locked Li Zhilan and a few little ghosts in this ashes prison to watch the stove. He came to check regularly every day, and every time he brought something to add to the stove.

After Mu Xi saw these things clearly, a chill ran up his spine, making his hair stand on end.

What the ghost king added to the furnace was the spiritual core of monk Nian Cimen!

In other words, those missing disciples were all stripped of their spiritual cores... and used to refine their souls.And Mr. Chen of Nian Cimen was also painted by Li Zhilan.

The spirit core must be taken from a living person, but Mr. Chen has become a ghost, unable to separate the spirit core, and the man in black in the cloak threw him directly into the furnace...

The flames flew in a string, and the silver light was everywhere.

The man in black looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, shouting: "You're done!"

Mu Xi's heart tugged, and then he saw a shock in the painting. The man in black hurriedly put the soul refined in the ghost stove into the soul lamp, and disappeared from the picture.

It wasn't long after Mr. Chen was arrested, that is to say, as long as he was one step ahead, he could stop the man in black.At this moment, he was full of self-blame.

Li Zhilan finally stopped writing, her radiant expression disappeared, and her eyes were full of emptiness again.There was blood on the corner of his mouth, he staggered and fell to his knees.

Mu Xi used spiritual power to help him recover some physical strength, and finally woke him up.But painting took a lot of energy, Li Zhilan was already too weak at this time, trembling unceasingly.

"Painter Li, you have suffered."

Li Zhilan seemed to hear it, but also didn't seem to hear it, she was dazed for a while, and then shook her head vigorously.

The sound of fighting in the distance was getting closer and closer, and Mu Xi realized that Zhou Nan had been gone for a while.

At this time, there was a "bang", and a flame struck, and the mural instantly burned.The fire was raging, and Li Zhilan's eyes were full of horror.

"Drawing... my painting..."

Seeing that Zhou Nan and Badian were about to call, Mu Xi immediately set up a barrier for Li Zhilan, turned around and summoned Jingxue.

Zhou Nan and Badian Ghost King had already fought several times. At this time, Badian Ghost King saw Mu Xi from a distance, rolled his eyes, smiled maliciously at Zhou Nan, and waved Huoxie to throw a string of crackling sparks.

A mass of sparks rolled in the air and became bigger and bigger, and finally became a big fireball taller than a person.

Dozens of hot fireballs were divided into left and right rows and flew towards Mu Xi.

Zhou Nan was startled, cursed shamelessly, and jumped down. The moon god flew out and cut off the fire path on the left.

On the other side, Mu Xi pulled out Jingxue, and extinguished the right row of fire with one move.

Although the Ghost King of the Eight Palaces is only half as powerful as the Fire Evil Whip, Zhou Nan and Mu Xi together cannot gain the advantage. In this prison of ashes, neither Jingxue nor Moon God can fully exert their spiritual power.

"Bastard," Zhou Nan pointed at the ghost king and shouted, "Agreed to be one-on-one, you are a majestic ghost king, don't play tricks." One-on-one is one-on-one, don't touch my people!

The Ghost King of the Eighth Palace doesn't care whether he's singled out or singled out.

After two times of probing, he has completely figured out Zhou Nan's weakness - this is the beauty Xianjun who dared to make a scene in his Hell Hall and snatch the Ghost Dance Needle.It looked charming, but he almost extinguished his fire palace just now, and it was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

This ashes purgatory suppresses the spiritual power of outsiders.After playing a few rounds, Zhou Nan discovered this problem.

Doing nothing in this prison of ashes will also consume spiritual power. Badian is trying to delay the time. In the end, both he and Mu Xi will be exhausted.

No, I have to figure out a way.

The Huoxie Whip was originally fighting against Zhou Nan, but suddenly changed its direction and whipped hard in the air, breaking the barrier protecting Li Zhilan just like that.

Suddenly, Li Zhilan got up in a panic, but was thrown to the ground by the flames.

Seeing Huo Xie's whip being drawn towards Li Zhilan, Mu Xi's eyes sank, Jingxue suddenly pulled out of her sheath, and stood in front of Li Zhilan before Huo Xie dropped the whip.

"Beware!"

Zhou Nan's face changed suddenly, Jingxue hit the Eighth Palace Ghost King's arms.

With a "slap", the fire evil whip suddenly entangled Jingxue the moment it touched Jingxue.

This time, Jingxue was completely suppressed, unable to exert her spiritual power at all, and was bound and flew back to her master in an instant.Immediately afterwards, the fire evil whip strangled Mu Xi's neck.

The Eighth Palace Ghost King sneered: "You guys are so naive, you think you can do whatever you want after entering this ashes prison?" He turned to Zhou Nan, "Eleventh Young Master, you don't want him to get hurt, so hand over your weapon!"

Mu Xi rushed: "Don't be fooled! Don't talk to him!"

As soon as the words fell, the fire evil whip on his neck tightened again, and a layer of red marks appeared on his fair skin.

"Of course he can ignore me, but he can't ignore you!" Badian Ghost King looked at Mu Xi and then at Zhou Nan as if he was determined to win, "Don't you think so, Young Master Eleven?"

"Just hand it over! Bastard, don't touch him!"

Zhou Nan's heart trembled, he withdrew his gaze from staring at Mu Xi, and stretched his hand towards his cuff.

The next moment, with a bang, two crescent-shaped silver darts landed on the ground, making a crisp sound when they collided with the bluestone slab.

Mu Xi gritted his teeth, his eyes followed the moon god from top to bottom, but his heart was hanging in the air.

But the moment Luna landed on the ground, he suddenly felt something strange.

Jingxue at his feet actually sensed it?

Why does Jingxue feel the moon god?