"Your Excellency, you have gone too far," the Ghost King of Youdu stood up and said with an embarrassed expression.
"Could it be that there is some grudge against my ghost clan?"
"Grudges? I don't like everyone in this world. If one dies, the other will be cleansed," the evil demon king said calmly.
"But right now, I just want to kill him and get everyone else out of the way."
"We don't care who you kill, but if you disrespect our ghost clan, no matter who you are, it won't help," Youdu Ghost King snorted coldly.
But as he finished speaking, another evil cloud fell from the sky.
The ghost king of Youdu raised his hands to the sky, and the image of Youdu appeared above his head, colliding with the evil clouds.
But it was obvious that Xie Yun was unexpectedly powerful.
How can the Great Emperor be able to compete with the power of the Creation Realm?
There was another "boom", and the Youdu Ghost King fell from the void like a cannonball.
The ground trembled, dust flew up, and the Youdu Ghost King struggled to stand up.
His body was trembling slightly, and he could see that the other party's power frightened him.
"The formation of ten thousand ghosts is set up," the Youdu Ghost King said quickly.
The next moment, hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers and ghosts will gather together, and the originally scattered formations will be neat and uniform.
Countless ghost generals took the lead and ran around the entire ruins. When the ghost army spread out, it was particularly powerful.
The soaring evil energy condensed with power reflected the entire sky.
"Children's stuff," the Evil King sneered and shook his head.
The long river of blood in his hand is rushing, and the magnificent blood river is surging forward.
As the bloody river passes by, any ghost clan it encounters will instantly decompose and melt into it.
However, the ghost army is obviously not afraid of death. Even if countless people are melted, they will come back in an instant.
"The formation is complete," the sixteen ghost kings sat in the formation at sixteen positions and shouted together.
Countless ghosts were also sitting cross-legged, and the rich Yin energy filled Xu Zimo.
"Here come the ghosts," the Youdu Ghost King waved his hand, and these evil spirits surrounded the Evil Demon King.
This force actually wanted to pull the ghost out of the Evil King's body.
You must know that the yin and yang souls are the foundation of the human body and will not be separated unless the person dies.
And this ghost tribe comes from the Netherworld, and the moves and ghostly anomalies they learn are all related to the yin and yang souls.
With the pull of the Yin Qi, the ghost of the evil demon king is being separated from the body bit by bit.
A strong sense of pain came over him, but the Demon King just frowned and didn't even make a cry.
"It's interesting," he murmured to himself.
Then he waved his right hand and shouted softly: "The evil wheel of creation."
A round of blood-colored gears like serrated teeth descended from the sky, carrying the power of endless creation.
Just like harvesting ants, with just a slight turn of the gear, most of the ghost clan was wiped out.
There was a heavy rain of blood in the sky, and the blood and flesh were blurred. The scene was so tragic that it made people retching and nauseated to the point of making them want to vomit.
Without the support of the ghost army, the formation will naturally be broken without attack.
The sixteen ghost kings were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, watching helplessly as the gears of creation spun again.
My eyes seemed to be fixed on that spot.
"The life and death of the ghost clan is determined by the ghost clan," an old voice suddenly sounded.
"Your Excellency has committed a heinous crime by arbitrarily deciding to kill my army of ghosts."
Just like that, the big withered hand stretched out from the void and grabbed the gear of creation that was attacking.
"Give it back to you," the gear of creation was thrown over by the big hand, shattering the void around the evil demon king.
The gear just stopped and floated in the hands of the Evil King.
The Evil King raised his eyebrows, looked forward, and said with a smile, "Hey, here comes something interesting."
In front of his sight, an old man wearing a Rukawa Huangquan robe stood in the void.
That robe is made of water from the Yellow Spring.
The old man had eagle eyes and hooked his nose, his eyes were pitch black and he couldn't see anything clearly.
The black hair on the temples is scattered on the top of the head.
Around his neck hung a horn-shaped horn, embellished with numerous sculptures of skulls.
His appearance is not eye-catching, but the aura around him makes him the most eye-catching no matter where he goes.
The biting cold wind blew Huangquan's robe.
It's as if the water from the underworld is flowing through my ears, and countless flowers from the other shore are blooming in the sky.
"Lord Ghost,"
"Master Ghosts and Gods, it's just us," countless ghost clansmen bowed their heads.
Everyone knows what the name ghosts and gods mean.
He was sent by the Netherworld to take charge of this place. He is the strongest being in the ghost clan and is also the absolute ruler here.
Once upon a time, the entire ghost and god realm was ruled by him for countless years.
"The evil spirit in you is related to my Netherworld realm," the ghost and god looked at the Evil King and said softly.
"The Nether Realm is indeed amazing, but if you want to recruit me, you are still far away," the Evil King replied coldly.
It seems that in his eyes, everyone in this world is just like this.
"Recruitment is out of the question. If you offend our ghost clan, you will have to pay the price no matter what."
The ghost said calmly.
He looked beyond the Evil King to the sky behind him and said with a smile: "God King, you are not going to show up yet."
The word "god king" fell, causing an uproar in the field again.
As ghosts and gods are the rulers of the ghost clan, the God King is no exception.
He is the ruler of the gods here.
There was a burst of laughter, and a middle-aged man in a golden dragon robe strode out.
The middle-aged man's body was filled with powerful divine power that spread out in a vast and majestic way.
There is a steady stream, squeezing the surrounding void.
He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, his gaze is like a torch, and behind him is a mighty sword.
When the dragon and tiger stepped forward, golden auspicious clouds turned into the righteous energy of heaven and earth and rolled away from behind him.
"Ghosts and gods, this is a matter between the two of you, why bother involving me?" the god king said with a smile.
"If I don't let you out, do you want to reap the benefits?" The ghost said calmly.
"The person reaping the benefits is not me, but someone else," the God King shook his head and replied.
"Don't forget that although we, the two tribes of gods and ghosts, do not deal with each other in this realm of ghosts and gods, they still have a common enemy."
The words of the God King were a wake-up call.
There is another force in the Ghost Realm that frightens them.
The nine mountain ghosts, and the big boss behind them are the Thousand Disasters and Doomsday.
"Where's the winning hook?" The ghost frowned and shouted.
As one of the nine mountain ghosts, Yinggou is responsible for guarding Netherworld Mountain and communicating with the gods and ghosts.
After he finished speaking, Ying Gou's figure appeared next to him.
He looked at everyone present with a smile.
"It seems that you have been observing in secret for a long time," the ghost snorted coldly.
"I wonder what you are doing, Lord Ghost and God?" Ying Gou asked with a smile.
"What do you Jiudashan ghosts say?" asked the ghosts and gods.
"I don't understand what you mean," Yinggou shook his head and replied.
