"No...no, it's a member of the Jiang family. Something happened."
Whoosh!
Seeing Jiang Fujia, Jiang Jingyue and others tied to the coffin by the ghost painter, the Ghost King's expression also changed slightly. The entire sea of blood had turned into a meat grinding ground, five or six kilometers away.
Far away, there are still many immortal souls separated in the middle.
So much so that neither Ye Xingchen nor the Bone Beast noticed that the Jiang family was in danger.
The Ghost King did not participate in the battle, and his eyes wandered around from time to time. When he saw clearly that the instigator was the ghost painter who had taken refuge with Xuanming Immortal, a cold murderous intention suddenly burst out in his eyes, and he said urgently: "Young Master
...Young Master, something happened to the Jiang family."
"Jiang family?"
Bang!
Ye Xingchen's eyes narrowed, and after killing more than a dozen immortal souls with the Longhuang Demonic Suppressing Bell, he immediately looked towards the people of the 'Jiang Family' and saw the ghost painter, looking at him with a sneer.
His face suddenly became gloomy.
"Ghost Painter, it seems that the lesson I gave you at the Tomb of the Immortal King was not enough." Ye Xingchen gritted his teeth and looked at the Ghost Painter with a livid face and said.
"Emperor realm?" The Ghost King licked his lips and hummed, "Young Master, why don't you leave that guy to us?"
"Haha... I'll leave it to you?" The ghost painter's eyes fell on the Ghost King. He looked at Ye Xingchen with a playful face and said: "Little beast, you better come over, otherwise I can't guarantee that you will be able to do it."
I wouldn't kill a few of them by mistake..."
Buzz!
More than a dozen bright red skulls flew out from the ghost painter's body. After a few strange laughs, 'Jie', 'Jie', and 'Jie', they landed on the necks of Jiang Fujia, Jiang Jingyue and others.
The terrifying ghost energy spread to them all at once. Seeing the ghost painter's actions, Ye Xingchen's face turned completely gloomy. Although he didn't pay attention to those little skulls at all, but for Jiang Fujia,
For Jiang Jingyue and others, just one bite could break their necks under the lightning.
If he were outside, with his current strength and means, even if Jiang Fujia and the others' necks were broken, as long as their souls were still there, there would be a way to bring them back to life.
But being in the sea of blood is different. Not to mention that Jiang Jingyue doesn't know how to practice. Even if she is a half-step immortal, once her life soul leaves the body, it will immediately merge into the sea of blood. "You two
Stay here and don't let those fairy souls affect Wu Ling'er." Ye Xingchen left
With just one word, he rushed toward the ghost painter. When he was still thirty or forty meters away from him, he stopped, looked at the ghost painter coldly, and said: "Let them go, and I will spare your life, otherwise
, that feeling of not being able to survive or die is not a good feeling."
"Haha... little beast, you've already reached this point, how dare you threaten this artist?"
Bang bang bang bang!
The ghost painter laughed twice, and all the bones in his body suddenly began to crackle.
I saw it, looking at Ye Xingchen with red eyes, and the majestic murderous intention permeated from its body. Seeing the situation of the ghost painter, several immortal souls with strong cultivation levels rushed over.
, looking at Ye Xingchen with burning eyes.
"Little ghost, you did a good job." One of the immortal souls at the peak of the Emperor Realm patted the ghost painter on the shoulder with satisfaction and said: "When Lord Xuan Ming comes back, you will definitely be rewarded."
"Reward?" The corner of the ghost painter's mouth twitched. He did not expect that these fairy souls actually wanted to run out to pick peaches. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, but he was not in a hurry to fall out, but smiled along with him.
, said: "My lords, you're welcome."
"Ask him to hand over the Wushen Palace." Another immortal soul raised his eyelids and said: "Without the Wushen Palace, the stinky bitches of the Wu clan will naturally be vulnerable."
"Okay..." The ghost painter nodded, looked at Ye Xingchen with a gloomy face, and said: "Boy, hand over the ancient clock in your hand and the Wushen Palace. I can let them live. If you want,
Otherwise, if you die in this sea of blood, even if you have great abilities, you may not be able to save them."
"Brother Ye, don't worry about us." Jiang Jingyue said with a painful look on her face.
"Hmph, Mr. Ye, kill this bastard." Jiang Fujia also followed and said: "Having such a powerful emperor buried with us is enough to make many people envious."
"Shut up..." Upon hearing the word 'burial', the ghost painter's expression immediately turned ugly, and he said angrily: "Why, do you think this painter really doesn't dare to kill you?
"
"Kill them, and you will definitely be buried with them." Ye Xingchen said seriously.
"So, you don't plan to hand over the things?" the ghost painter said.
"Leave it to them?" Ye Xingchen chuckled twice, pointed at the immortal souls, and said.
"You..." Seeing that Ye Xingchen was still scheming against him, the ghost painter's eyes also flashed with a look of anger. Seeing those immortal souls all looking at him, he suppressed his heart.
With anger, he said: "Little beast, you don't need to provoke me. We all work for Immortal Xuanming, and it will be the same no matter who we give it to."
"Oh? They're all the same? Haha, I didn't expect that the ghost painter who was always retributive and selfish was so generous? In that case, let's give them a few of these Long Huang Demon Suppressing Bells." Ye Xingchen
He sneered a few times in his heart, and when he grabbed it with his hand, the dragon soul instantly turned into an ancient bell. He threw it away casually, and the Longhuang Demonic Suppression Bell flew towards those immortal souls.
"Damn it..." The ghost painter's pupils shrank, seeing that Ye Xingchen really handed over the Longhuang Demonic Suppression Bell, and also gave it to those immortal souls. If he hadn't been concerned about the other party's background, and with his temper,
He had jumped up to scold his mother a long time ago. Thinking of the power of Longhuang Demonic Suppression Bell, he hesitated and rushed towards it, saying: "My lords, this little beast is extremely cunning. Let me take a look at this ancient clock first.
,Is there anything weird..."
"cunning?"
"What's weird?"
"..."
Seeing the ghost painter, he immediately grabbed the Longhuang Demonic Suppressing Bell. The immortal souls were dumbfounded. They had just woken up and their minds were not very flexible yet.
Despite this, they still saw the ghost painter's ambition.
"What, do you want to pretend to take refuge in our Lingxiao Palace?" The immortal soul with the strongest cultivation level looked at the ghost painter coldly and said expressionlessly: "Hand over this ancient clock, otherwise, don't blame me.
We will kill you too."
"Hmph, I hate this kind of sneaky people the most."
"If I had known earlier, I would have asked Master Xuanming to kill him on the spot. Who dares to steal treasures from us?"
Those fairy souls all looked at the ghost painter with ill-intentioned faces. Their eyes were already full of evil, while one hand was still holding the Long Huang Demon Suppressing Bell, trying to use star power to temporarily
The ghost painter who suppressed this treasure.
Seeing that the other party was gradually surrounding them, he was not nervous, but secretly put away the Longhuang Demonic Suppression Bell, looked at them with a smile, and said: "My lords, don't you think that you are a little concerned about one thing and not the other?"