Deep in the ruins of Youdu.

The upper horns of King Jingtu's head burst out with mysterious runes, breaking through the layers of space, and the Void Crisis Realm appeared directly.

This surprised Feng Qingyan, and he couldn't help but look back at it.

King Jingtu felt his scalp numb at the sight.

The Void Realm is located under the Nether World. It is a mysterious and endless dark place of virtual danger. Rumor has it that it is vast and endless...

The deeper you go, the darker and more dangerous it becomes.

It can't even go deep.

Feng Qingyan stepped forward and carefully observed Xuwei Tiandi, feeling vaguely aware of it.

However, the dangerous place in front of me seemed to be crushed to pieces and seemed a bit unstable, with fragments of the altar scattered around.

once.

King Jing Tu set up an altar here to call out Tu Bo who was lost in the dangerous world.

Unfortunately, just when he was about to succeed, the Ghost Emperor, transformed by Feng Qingyan, trampled down the Youdu City and even the altar.

At that time, King Jingtu was so frightened that he almost fainted.

"Mansion, Master, the altar is really broken, we can no longer call Tu Bo." King Jing Tu said cautiously.

Feng Qingyan frowned.

Could the deepest part of the virtual danger world be his burial place?

"Master, the Void Crisis Realm is the most mysterious place. Don't go deep into it, otherwise you will get lost." The Dazai King whispered.

"Yep."

The Palm Yin King nodded repeatedly.

Seeing that Feng Qingyan was deep in thought, the three ghost kings ignored them and couldn't help but look at each other. At this moment, they did not speak anymore and stood quietly behind Feng Qingyan.

As for running?

it's out of the question.

The master of the palace is the Ghost Emperor and has completely recovered. Who can escape in front of him?

Besides, the palace master said he would not kill them anymore.

I never break my promise.

After a while.

Feng Qingyan came back from his thoughts, looked at the shattered altars around him, thought about it and waved his hand suddenly.

I saw the broken altar fragments flying upside down quickly and being assembled one by one.

This made the three ghost kings startled.

Although there are altars assembled one after another, the altars are full of cracks. What is the use of this?

but.

When they are in doubt.

Feng Qingyan waved his hand again, and the cracks on the altar slowly healed and finally disappeared.

This is……

The three ghost kings were shocked.

Is this going back in time, or is it some kind of special power?

But after a while, the altar, which had been shattered on the ground, was restored to its original state.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan closed his eyes and felt a little dizzy. He recovered after dozens of breaths. This was his dream world, so he could do it...

"The altar was restored."

Feng Qingyan opened his eyes and said.

The three ghost kings woke up from a dream and looked at the altars around them with some nostalgia.

"Master, do you really want to call Tu Bo?"

King Jingtu couldn't help but said.

"I brought you here and restored the altar. Are you kidding me?"

Seal Qingyan Road.

King Jingtu immediately shut up and hesitated for a moment, hesitating, "That, that, I need to light up the altar, I need, I need..."

"what do you need?"

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"Souls, lots of souls."

The royal way of palm Yin.

When Feng Qingyan heard this, he frowned slightly, which immediately made the three ghost kings so angry that they dared not breathe for fear of offending him.

"Then, that...lighting the altar really requires a soul."

King Jingtu said in a low voice.

"How many?"

Feng Qingyan frowned.

"Very, many..."

"How much exactly?"

"Ah, yes, it needs to be millions. Yes, it could be tens of millions." King Jingtu's voice was even lower, but he was forced to do this.

Just die, just say it out loud.

King Dazai and King Zhang Yin raised their heads, looking terrified.

"Thousands of percent?"

When Feng Qingyan heard this, his voice became a little colder and he said, "So, you have sacrificed tens of millions of souls?"

"Please forgive me, Master."

The three ghost kings said in panic, fearing that Feng Qingyan would destroy them in a rage, "This, this is a thing of the past..."

"Since the destruction of Youdu, we have never harmed anyone again."

"These are all evil spirits..."

The three ghost kings said quickly.

Feng Qingyan frowned for a while, then flicked his fingers towards the surrounding altars, and several drops of blood flew out.

During the flying shot, it was divided into countless small blood beads and scattered on the altar.

"let's start."

he said.

The three ghost kings have not yet come to their senses.

"My blood has the same effect as my soul."

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"Oh." King Jingtu nodded repeatedly, then felt something was wrong and said: "But, but, at least tens of millions of souls are needed. This, this is just a few drops of blood..."

"One drop of my blood is worth thousands of souls."

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The three ghost kings were shocked when they heard this. After being shocked, they felt that Feng Qingyan was bragging.

One drop of blood and thousands of souls?

Shameless talk!

King Jingtu can only step forward and light the altar. Whether it is lit or not is none of my business.

At this time, the black horns on his head exuded strange power and burst out into countless runes.

Like a flame.

boom!

Runes fell on the altar.

At this moment, wisps of faint soul light appeared on the lit altar, suddenly drifting into the deep darkness.

The three ghost kings were stunned for a moment. Did they really light up?

A little blood of the Palace Master is worth thousands of souls?
To be continued...