Swish!

The wind was gusts, and gray airflows fell from the nine heavens, then turned into a gloomy old man's face, looking coldly at the two people below, with naked murderous intent in their eyes, without any concealment.

"This emperor's temple?"

Looking at him deeply, Chu Qingcheng couldn't help but be confused: "He said that this emperor's temple, could he be..."

Before she could finish her words, Zhuo Fan hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to the old man: "Junior Zhuo Fan, join the Lord of the Underworld!"

"Emperor of the Underworld? Isn't he dead?" He was completely stunned. The monk Chu Qingcheng was confused and murmured: "But if he was not dead, why would those people fight for the map of the Minghai? If the tomb robbers meet the master's family, wouldn't they seek death?"

Now, she no longer knows how to talk about those greedy people.

Legend has it that when the ten ancient emperors fell, they found their temple and had the opportunity to pass on their inheritance and become emperor. But now, if they have not fallen, you will run away to their families to steal treasures. Isn’t this an old birthday star hanging himself, and he has long lived!

When the Emperor of the Underworld heard this, he glanced at her squintedly and sneered: "I am the Emperor of the Underworld among the Ten Emperors. He controls the life and death of the world. Even if he dies, he will not disappear. I have so many resentful ghosts and ghosts in the underworld. Can't I settle in? Joke, hum!"

The corners of his mouth sagged, and Chu Qingcheng nodded bitterly, and he knew it.

Yes, this Emperor of the Underworld is the ancestor of all the resentful spirits in the world. In this dark sea, a place where resentful spirits gather, how could he, the boss, just hang up easily?

Alas, those people outside are so naive. It’s not good to dig someone’s grave, so they have to dig the Emperor of the Underworld. But we are not here to dig the grave, but we just broke in accidentally. Why did we hang up? It’s so unfair.

"Forgive me, Senior Emperor of the Underworld. We both accidentally entered the precious land and just wanted to go back alive. We didn't want to steal any treasures from you. I hope you will forgive us a lot!"

Taking a step forward, Zhuo Fan hurriedly said, "According to your rules, I have also passed the three levels. Please give me some advice!"

He nodded his head in a hurry, and Chu Qingcheng also looked at the Emperor of Underworld with a pleading look on his face.

He glanced at him squintedly, and the Emperor of the Underworld sneered: "Three Levels? Yes, my rule is that you can come here to see me through the Three Levels, but you didn't say that you would release animals. Having a chance does not mean that you must be sure. It all depends on whether I am happy or not!"

"Uh, are you happy now, then Senior Emperor of the Underworld?"

"Unhappy!"

"Why?" Zhuo Fan and Chu Qingcheng asked together.

With a sneer, Emperor Ming curled his lips disdainfully: "I am a cultivator and am disturbed by a group of ignorant juniors. How can I be happy?"

Rumble!

Suddenly, another loud bang came out in the Nine Heavens. Emperor Dark looked up and his face became a little heavier.

"But I don't make things difficult for you, I'll give you a choice. I will only leave one of you here and one of you will be here. You can make a decision!"

"I'll stay when he leaves!"

Almost at the same time, the two of them both said.

Emperor Dark glanced at the two of them and couldn't help laughing out loud: "Hahaha... I've answered it so quickly. Is this question simple? Okay, let's change the next question!"

"Hey, senior, you are the ten ancient emperors, how can you not keep your word?" Hearing this, Chu Qingcheng was anxious and looked at Zhuo Fan: "Didn't you say that you can let someone go, just let him go, I'll just stay as a dead soul!"

Zhuo Fan heard it, and he was happy and silent. Because he knew that the question was simple, but not simple. Because both of them couldn't bear to see each other become the body of the dead soul, no one would want to leave, and this was still unsolvable.

As an ancient powerful man, since the Emperor of the Underworld had this question, he must have had his answer in his heart.

With a smile, a deep light flashed in the Emperor of Underworld's eyes: "I said that if you give you a glimmer of hope, there will be a way out for you to go. But you can't choose for yourself, so I'll help you choose!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two gray beams of light suddenly shot out from the eyes of Emperor Dark, and they hit the void with a bang, burning a big hole. At the same time, waves of shouts of killing and explosions were suddenly heard from the inside.

They couldn't help but be stunned. The two of them looked closely, but saw scenes of them chasing each other. A pile of gray people rushed towards several familiar figures like a tide, and they were endless. But it turned out that Meng Xiaofeng and Zhao Cheng were surrounded and killed by a group of resentful spirits from the Nether Sea. There was also a beautiful figure among them, which was Baili Yuyu?

Why did she come in too?

With a trembling brow, Zhuo Fan was worried. Emperor Dark looked at him and said lightly: "There are your enemies and your friends among these three people. Now that you have to choose, there is only one person left, how do you make a choice?"

After a slight stagnation, Zhuo Fan pondered without saying a word.

Previously, between Chu Qingcheng and himself, he could leave his life to Chu Qingcheng without hesitation. After all, his life is his own, and it doesn’t matter how he deals with it, but just ask for a clear conscience.

However, Baili Yuyu suddenly ran in. If he died of his own thoughts, he would be a lifelong shame. Zhuo Fan never owe everyone favors, but now he is in a dilemma when he makes a choice between the two. No matter how he chooses, he will inevitably feel uneasy.

"Go!"

As if he could see the entanglement in Zhuo Fan's heart, Emperor Darkness couldn't help laughing, and instantly brushed past the two of them, and they disappeared immediately. When they appeared again, they had fallen into the surroundings of the group of resentful spirits.

bump!

With a loud bang, Meng Xiaofeng palmed the old man with an illusory figure, took two steps in a row, and his qi and blood surged. Although he had no qi and blood now, he felt that his body was illusory.

"Damn, there are also saint-level resentful spirits here. This dark sea is indeed not simple... Hey, Qingcheng, they finally appeared!"

"What, have you seen them?"

After overthrowing a resentful spirit, Zhao Cheng turned around and looked at it, and was immediately overjoyed: "Butler Zhuo, where did you go? After we entered, we didn't see you. Are you okay?"

With a trembling brow, Zhuo Fan thought in his heart, as if he understood something.

They seem to have no idea about passing the three levels. Are these three levels just prepared for themselves? Not everyone has this blessing and has received the guidance of an emperor-level master?

Swish!

At this moment, a black shadow flashed and a palm hit Zhuo Fan behind him. However, before the man came to him, he touched and was kicked away. Then Baili Yuyu's figure appeared beside Zhuo Fan, and his face was full of surprise: "Zhuo Fan, are you okay!"

"Yu Yu, has anyone told you to go through the third level?"

"What are the three levels? As soon as we came in, we were chased by a group of resentful spirits and never talked to anyone. I doubt whether these people can't speak after they die. What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing!"

Shaking his head slightly, Zhuo Fan's face was solemn, and he felt more certain that all this was specially prepared for him. Especially when he found the way to the Nether Sea, he relied on the black ball given by Emperor Yun, and then the tests of the emperors on him.

Could it be... in the dark, these are all intentional arrangements?

But, why is this? He was just a demon emperor in his previous life? Could it be that it was all because he found the relationship between the Demon Emperor's inheritance and the Jiuyou Secret Record?

There was a little confusion in his eyes, and Zhuo Fan felt too much confusion in his heart.

ah!

Suddenly, a scream broke through the sky. Zhuo Fan was shocked and remembered: "Beautiful!"

When I turned around, I saw that even though Chu Qingcheng was blown here, he was still tied to the cross and could not move. A group of resentful spirits surrounded him and made terrifying howls, but there was no intention of coming forward to hurt him.

"Surprising!"

When Meng Xiaofeng saw this, he couldn't help but scream, but he couldn't help but feel happy.

That's great. The time for heroes to save beauty has come. Although we don't know why she was tied up, why did she suddenly appear in such a cruel place. But it's certain that as long as she can be saved this time, she will definitely promise that then that thing will...huhhhh!

Thinking of this, Meng Xiaofeng stepped on his feet and rushed towards Chu Qingcheng. His body shook, and a silver light flashed. He was wearing eight long swords behind his back and a huge figure of hundreds of feet long suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The unique existence of the saint, the holy body!

"You guys, you guys, stay away from Qingcheng!"

With a long roar, the huge figure took out two long swords from behind and waved them before.

boom!

It was like two hurricanes passing by, and tens of thousands of resentful spirits were immediately blown away, and disappeared without a trace in a series of howls. Meng Xiaofeng's powerful figure, which was a hundred feet tall, stood straight between the heaven and the earth, very majestic and domineering.

A proud smile flashed across the corner of his mouth. Looking at Yiren below, Meng Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows and a proud heart was almost flying into the sky.

How about it, beautiful, I'm handsome!

bump!

However, before he could even give in for two seconds, another loud bang was heard. His huge figure had already flew backwards under a larger fist. Before he could land, he scattered and separated, and his holy body disappeared. Only Meng Xiaofeng's vagina, his whole body fell to the ground with soreness, and his face turned pale in an instant.

who?

Who is it? Damn, so awesome?

With a big breath, Meng Xiaofeng barely raised his head and looked forward, but his pupils suddenly condensed, and he said horrifiedly: "Holy... the peak of the saint? How could there be a peak of the saint in this dark sea? Such an existence can die?"

In front of him was a huge figure of the same height as a hundred feet, with thunder flashing on his fist. In the huge body was a man with a gloomy face, looking at him coldly and saying disdainfully: "Little baby, I have never seen the world. In that ancient war, the emperor-level masters fell. The peak of the saint is nothing! But the second level of the saint is here to play wildly. You have found the wrong place, hum!"

Hearing this, Meng Xiaofeng's face twitched, and his heart suddenly sank.

The Nether Sea is worthy of being the Dao of the Emperor of the Underworld. There are really many masters in the undead spirits...
Chapter completed!