Ye Xingchen frowned and looked in the direction pointed by Snow Fox.
‘Woo’, ‘Woo’, ‘Woo’…
The ghost spirit is overwhelming.
The entire Tomb of the Immortal King was instantly shrouded in a layer of ghostly mist. Even from a distance of seven or eight hundred meters, one could feel the bone-chilling chill.
Just hearing a "boom", I saw two to three hundred ghost wood bronze coffins falling from the sky and hitting the ground, making a muffled sound of "bang", "bang", "bang".
"Jie Jie... little beast, you killed the ghost of mine and dared to stay here to wait for death instead of running away. I admire your courage." A man with a haggard figure, sunken eyes and a face like a ghost
The young man looked at Ye Xingchen with red eyes and laughed ferociously.
"Huang Qishao?"
Whoosh!
Ye Xingchen's eyes narrowed and he glanced at the people he brought. Although there were a few powerful characters, they did not have the level of emperor or half-step immortal. Obviously, the half-step immortal's Laozi Huangquan
The emperor did not follow.
Such a lineup made him feel a little relieved.
"Huang, you really don't remember to eat or fight. How can you learn a lesson even if you die?" Ye Xingchen raised his eyelids, and there was a faint murderous intention in his eyes, looking at him with a half-smile.
Looking at Mr. Huang Qishao, he said: "With all these local chickens and dogs, do you still dare to come and cause trouble for me?"
"Remember to eat or not to fight?"
"No lesson learned?"
"Still a chicken and a dog?"
"..."
"Hey, is that kid crazy? These people brought by Huang Qishao are all the elites of the Ghost King Sect. Even if Emperor Huangquan doesn't come here in person, it will be easy to deal with him, right?"
"I don't know the heights of the sky."
"He...he seems to be with the Xianchao Lin family?"
"Is that Lin Chuxiong?"
"Tsk tsk, it's exciting now. Based on my understanding of Huang Qishao, the Lin family is probably doomed. Killing Huang Qishao's life ghost will greatly damage its strength. Even if the Human Emperor Zhu Wuji comes over,
, I’m afraid I won’t be able to calm down Emperor Huangquan’s anger.”
"Hey... Emperor Huangquan was so angry that his corpses were buried at least a thousand or a hundred miles away. We'd better hide a little further away. If we're not careful and get hurt, we may even want to cry but there's no place to go."
As soon as the people from the Ghost King Sect arrived, many people from ancient sects and wealthy families immediately fled into the distance.
Huang Qishao stood on the ghost wood bronze coffin, his face became more and more gloomy, his eyes were full of anger, and he looked at Ye Xingchen greedily. If it weren't for the Witch God Palace on Ye Xingchen, how could he only bring this little
Someone coming?
"Grandpa Ghost, I have to trouble you for the rest of the matter." Huang Qishao turned his head and bowed to a pair of ghost wood bronze coffins that were much larger than the ordinary ones. On the surface, their Ghost King Sect
A group of harmony, but in fact there are undercurrents and distinct factions. After all, he is not the only son of Emperor Huangquan. He is determined to win the Wushen Palace. Otherwise, this heavenly treasure will fall into the hands of his father or other brothers and sisters.
I'm afraid they've all missed out on him, otherwise, he wouldn't have brought just two or three hundred people here.
"Click..."
Next to Huang Qishao, the huge ghost wood bronze coffin opened, and the overwhelming ghost aura instantly filled the air, mixed with a rotten stench.
A withered hand stretched out from the coffin.
"Star...peak of Star Emperor Realm?" Ye Xingchen frowned. Although the people in the coffin were only at the Star Emperor Realm, they gave him a feeling of extreme danger, even exceeding the level of the Emperor Realm.
The Ghost Painter and the Iron Feather Eagle Emperor.
"Master, be careful, that person must have practiced powerful ghost arts." Snow Fox whispered.
"Ghostcraft?"
Ye Xingchen nodded, and his expression became serious. After coming to this world, although he had never encountered the "ghost magic" that Snow Fox mentioned, he knew a little bit about it, whether it was the White Elephant King's magic or witchcraft.
Whether it is witchcraft that Ling'er is familiar with or the ghost magic that Snow Fox calls, there is absolutely no magic that can be of its own kind.
The coffin was opened, and an old man whose face was younger than Huang Qi's and many times paler climbed out from it.
"Qi'er, is that the boy who ruined your life?" The old man turned his head and looked at Ye Xingchen with lightning-like eyes. His eyes, which were still a little cloudy at first, became sharp in an instant.
"Grandpa Ghost, it's that little beast who ruined my life." Huang Qishao looked at Ye Xingchen with a look of resentment and licked his lips. A ferocious look flashed across his pale, sickly ghost face.
He said in a loud voice: "Please help me, Grandpa Ghost, to capture him alive. I must make sure that he cannot live or die."
"Well, he's just a boy from the Star Saint Realm. It's not that difficult to capture him alive." The old man raised his eyelids, his gaze lingered on Ye Xingchen for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the person beside him.
Huang Qishao said with a smile: "Xiao Qi, you promised me something, you won't break your promise, right?"
"Grandpa Ghost, don't worry. Even if I give Xiao Qi a hundred more courage, I will never dare to lie to you." Huang Qishao said with a smile: "As long as Grandpa Ghost helps me catch that little beast alive, I will return to the Ghost King Sect."
, I will marry your granddaughter immediately."
"Haha, okay... Since you are my future grandson-in-law, then Grandpa Ghost will help you today to get rid of this bad temper." Hearing Huang Qishao's promise, the old man burst into laughter.
‘Bang’, ‘Bang’, ‘Bang’…
Its body shook, and the aura at the peak of the Emperor Realm burst out in an instant. Several ghost kings, countless times more powerful than the Fate Ghost, quietly emerged from behind it, facing Ye Xingchen on the opposite side,
The snow foxes, "Jie", "Jie", "Jie" laughed strangely, the sound was so harsh that it made people's scalp numb.
"Catch that little beast." The old man said calmly.
Woohoo!
Suddenly, a dark wind swept across.
The seven or eight ghost kings, who were also at the Imperial level, roared and rushed toward Ye Xingchen.
"Be careful, these are the things that escaped from the evil ghost path. They are a thousand or a hundred times stronger than those ghosts in the gate of hell." Snow Fox warned in a low voice and cried. When he saw her, he opened his mouth and let out a fox howl.
When these ghost kings approached Ye Xingchen, the fox spirits lying on the Qingqiu Holy Mountain rushed towards them.
"Hey, the fox tribe in Qingqiu?"
Whoosh!
Seeing the snow fox and the holy mountain above his head, the old man standing next to Huang Qishao also had a look of surprise on his face. He clicked his lips twice and said: "A snow fox, actually
Got the inheritance of that stinky fox? It’s a pity that even if that stinky fox is still alive, I can go to its Qingqiu Holy Mountain whenever I want, and leave whenever I want. Humph, you can’t even be considered a descendant of the stinky fox.