The void solidified, and Xiao Hen was imprisoned in place together.
Xu Zimo stretched out his hand, and under Xiao Hen's horrified gaze, he gently pinched the broad knife in his hand.
With just such a gentle squeeze, two deep fingerprints appeared on the blade.
Xiao Hen's figure couldn't stop trembling.
"Why would you want to die?" Xu Zimo murmured to himself.
Xiao Hen wanted to speak, but no sound came out when he opened his mouth.
Xu Zimo stretched out his hand, grabbed his neck fiercely, and pulled her out of the solidified void.
It's like a fish leaving a dry river and taking deep breaths.
Xiao Hen began to shout desperately.
"You can't kill me, you can't kill me."
"Why?" Xu Zimo asked jokingly.
"My brother is Xiao Tian, one of the Nine Devils," Xiao Hen quickly replied.
"Do you know what Jiuguizi means? He will be the successor of Jiugui in the future."
"I don't know, and I don't want to know," Xu Zimo smiled and replied.
"I only know that you are going to die now."
With a gentle squeeze of his right hand, Xiao Hen's neck suddenly collapsed.
Xiao Hen was seen breathing hard, his eyes turned white, and he was about to convulse to death.
"Why do you have to be so cruel, your Majesty, and insist on putting people to death?" At this moment, a voice sounded from the sky.
Then the void around Xu Zimo shattered, and a huge ghost head emerged from it.
Rushing out towards Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo waved his hand and blocked Xiao Hen from his eyes.
The ghost leader was quite difficult to deal with. He actually split into two and moved to the left and right to surround Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo waved his hand, and powerful power burst out from his palm, directly annihilating the two ghost heads.
He frowned slightly, looked down at the palm of his hand, and saw a trace of ghostly energy lingering around him.
He looked up again and saw a figure standing on gray clouds, standing in the void looking down at him.
The figure's appearance is somewhat similar to Xiao Hen.
His eyes were very dark, his nose was high, and the gray robe he was wearing was engraved with the image of a mountain ghost.
This mountain ghost is like a bull demon, with two thick and curved horns.
His whole body is protected by armor, and the claws on his limbs are tens of meters long and extremely sharp.
The gray hair behind him is dozens of meters long and spreads loosely behind him.
This mountain ghost is Wang Hai, one of the nine ghosts.
Speaking of Wang Hai, many people may not know it, but Wang Ziye is famous.
Because he is the end of the war between ghosts and gods.
And Wang Hai is his descendant.
When Wang Hai was killed, his hands, legs, chest, head, and teeth were all broken in different places, which was worse than being quartered by five horses.
Because of his tragic death, his deep resentment, and his years of training, he eventually became a mountain ghost.
Thus, he gradually grew into one of the Nine Ghosts.
"Who are you?" Xu Zimo asked with a frown.
A strong imperial power emanated from the person who came here, and everything showed that he was a great emperor.
The entire void was suppressed.
Even though he is only in the Yin-Yang realm, he is already amazing.
"Xiao Tian," the man who came slowly spoke and said.
"If my brother has offended you in any way, I will apologize to you on his behalf and hope to spare his life."
He waved his hand, and several students came over carrying a large box.
The box was opened, and suddenly the sun was shining brightly, and colorful rays of light shone out.
"This is Mana Thistle, Nightmare Vine, Purple Rhythm Dragon Emperor Ginseng...," Xiao Tian introduced them one by one.
He looked at Xu Zimo and said with a smile: "A small gift is not a sign of respect, I still hope that my Taoist friend will show you your noble hand."
"Brother, why do you have to surrender to him?" Xiao Hen next to him couldn't see it and shouted directly.
"Presumptuous," Xiao Tian's eyes narrowed and he shouted sharply: "Whenever it is your turn to talk too much while we are talking, you can stop it yourself."
Hearing Xiao Tian's words, Xiao Hen was a little afraid.
He hesitated a little, but still raised his right palm and fanned his mouth.
A "bang bang bang" sound came.
His mouth was bloody and bleeding from the slap.
Xu Zimo shook his head and laughed, walked to the box and stepped on it.
He smiled lightly and said: "I don't like this gift, but your attitude saved his life.
Even in this huge Nine Ghost Academy, there is one student who can take action."
After he finished speaking, he jumped up.
Everyone watched Xu Zimo's figure and left the battle platform.
"Just this once, your face will be worthless next time."
Seeing Xu Zimo leave, Xiao Hen called out a little aggrievedly, "Brother."
"It's better to have a bad mouth than to lose your life," Xiao Tian replied lightly.
He took out a healing bottle from the ring and threw it to him.
"Stop causing trouble in the future and don't always ask me to wipe your ass."
"I want to boost the prestige of the academy," Xiao Hen replied aggrievedly.
"There are more than 38,700 people in the Nine Ghosts Academy. Although you claim to be invincible under the Nine Ghosts.
But there are quite a few people in this academy who are crouching tigers, hiding dragons," Xiao Tian snorted coldly.
"Some people also care about my face and don't care about you.
Do you know where I am, one of the nine devils, and how many people are watching me?"
Xiao Hen remained silent, but finally replied, "Then you don't have to be afraid of an outsider."
"You, you are really ignorant and fearless," Xiao Tian shook his head.
Said: "You will know later.
He is not as simple as you think, but he killed Xuan Ming. With the character of those people in Sixiangmai, there will probably be disputes.
Let’s just sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight.”
……………
After leaving the battle platform, Xu Zimo happened to meet Jiang Mozi.
He looked like he was in a state of despair, and he was walking in a daze.
"Dean, what's wrong with you?" Xie Changliu stepped forward and asked.
"Don't call me Dean, Tiansheng Academy is gone," Jiang Mozi said with a wave of his hand.
"What did the college say?" Xie Changliu asked.
"Expulsion from the academy," Jiang Mozi said these four words with difficulty.
"It's too cold-blooded. You have worked hard to manage Tiansheng Academy for so many years," Xie Changliu said, somewhat aggrieved.
"Academies never look at the process, they only care about the results," Jiang Mozi said with a wry smile.
"I'm going back to pack up and prepare to take my students out of here.
Where are you two?"
"Then let's leave together," Xu Zimo shrugged and said.
"Let's go together tomorrow. I have some things to deal with today."
Jiang Mozi nodded. In his heart, he wanted to go with Xu Zimo.
Because a few of them are no different than lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
In this realm of ghosts and gods, it is difficult to survive.
The three of them returned to the courtyard of Zuntang, where Lan Canyin was already asleep.
Xu Zimo stretched out his hand, and the laws of dreams surged.
He could see Lan Canyin's dream, and then he took back all the laws of the dream.
Lan Canyin slowly opened her eyes.
At that moment, there was a sense of vicissitudes of life overflowing.