Until now.

Only after Gu Han and others realized that these eight ferrymen were the hall masters of Huangquan Palace!

"All of them are outstanding people."

Qianye sighed, his expression a little complicated.

Just look at the outfit.

He could already think of what kind of battle these people had experienced before they turned into extraditioners.

Gu Han remained silent.

He knows.

Among these extraditioners who came, perhaps the former Yue Shi.

"Jin Chuan..."

In the distance, Xia Qingyuan and Yun Xiao looked at one of the figures, and a trace of sadness flashed in their eyes.

That was an old man.

Under the broken ghost face, half of the tough and solemn face was revealed. On the face, black lines were everywhere, and the eyes were silent, as if they had become a walking corpse without self.

The former close friend is right in front of you.

They still remember it.

One hundred thousand years ago, they joined forces to fight against the God King, so energetic.

Ten thousand years later, Jin Chuan was sailing on the yellow spring, and their lives were also in bleakness.

"It's good now."

Xia Qingyuan glanced at Yun Xiao and sighed, "You are going to die too."

He could see it.

Forced to send three people over, the burden on Yun Xiao was no less than that of him killing Honghe.

“So best.”

Yun Xiao didn't care and said softly: "With you, I'm not alone on the road to the underworld."

In the sound.

It has a hidden meaning of relief.

Looking at Yan Changge and his line again.

Both of them had a hint of loneliness in their expressions.

"It's old."

Yun Xiao sighed lightly.

"I'm old!"

Xia Qingyuan laughed at himself.

This moment.

They finally realized that their era was completely over!

...

"lead."

Yan Changge glanced at Jin Chuan, resisted the sadness in his heart, pressed his big hand slowly and spoke softly.

broken!

The Seven Ghost Lord looked shocked!

They can feel it.

The power of these eight iron chains is completely different from those before!

Previous concerns.

Now it has become a reality!

"We can't let them succeed!"

A thousand unwillingness and unwillingness flashed in my eyes!

"Ghost Ancestor! Help me!"

They no longer care about their own injuries and sacrificed another source of ghost energy!

Boom boom boom boom!

At this time!

The iron chain broke through the air and arrived in an instant!

With a light roll, an iron rope tied the seven ghosts together, and the other seven tied the ghost ancestor's Dharma image together!

"burial."

Yan Changge spoke again.

There was another frost on the already gray temples.

The sound fell.

The eight extraditioners trembled slightly, and the lonely boat under their feet swayed slightly, slowly leaving.

Behind.

The figures of dozens of extraditioners followed closely.

Hurry!

The iron chain was tense, whether it was the Seven Ghost Lord or the Ghost Ancestor's Dharma Image, no matter how they struggled, the iron chain remained unmoved and kept pulling them into the depths of the Yellow Spring River.

it's over.

The ferrymen sighed softly, and a trace of unconcealed fatigue flashed in their eyes.

This attack.

He mainly took Yan Changge and took 90% of the pressure alone.

But it's just a 10% pressure.

They also had a good time.

it's over?

There are still many ghost tribes left, and there are countless numbers.

But none of them took action.

It's meaningless.

Seeing that the noble and supreme ghost king in their hearts was about to be buried in the Yellow Springs and Rivers, their hearts were confused and desperate.

My tribe.

Really exhausted?

...

boom!

boom!

The core of the ghost clan.

The water of the yellow spring rolled violently, and the giant creature made the iron chains rustling.

But he didn't care.

Let the nine-colored light bloom on his shoulders bloom, a huge ghost hand stretched out with difficulty and suddenly penetrated into the mist in front of him!

A sharp pinch!

Click!

Click!

In the mist, a slightly thin iron chain broke instantly!

Finished this.

It seemed as if he had exhausted the remaining power he had accumulated, and he could no longer move his hand!

"Charon!"

"Have you met the Emperor!"

The mist trembled and a respectful voice came.
To be continued...