A majestic aura erupted from those 'immortal souls' at the same time. They looked at the ghost painter coldly and said: "You bastard, hand over the treasure, otherwise, don't blame us for being rude to you."
‘Om’, ‘Om’, ‘Om’…
These immortal souls were not good-natured ones. Their gazes were focused, and a strange-looking ancient immortal weapon appeared in each of their hands.
The momentum is not weak either.
"Damn, these damn immortal souls are really insatiable..." The ghost painter cursed secretly, but on the surface he did not dare to show any disobedience or anger. Instead, he said with a smile on his face: "My lords,
Just listen to me."
"Humph, what do you want me to say?" The immortal soul closest to it sneered twice and said, "Okay, I would like to take a look and see if you have anything to say."
"Thank you, sir..." The ghost painter licked his lips and said, "Compared to the Wushen Palace, this ancient clock is insignificant, right? I just attached myself to Master Xuanming and haven't made any achievements yet. Why don't I give it to the Wushen Palace?
My lords, this ancient bell is given to Lord Xuan Ming by Xiao Xiao, as a way of expressing my feelings, what do you think?"
"Witch God Palace?"
"Do you plan to give this ancient bell to Master Xuanming personally?"
Whoosh!
After hearing the ghost painter's words, the "immortal souls" were slightly startled. Although they all coveted the Longhuang Demon Suppressing Bell, when it came to the Xuanming Immortal, they didn't have the guts to fight for it, let alone
What's more, just the words "Witch God Palace" are enough to make their hearts flutter.
Even if the Witch God Palace is in their hands, they can't keep it warm, so they have to hand it over to the Immortal King.
But no matter what, this is also a great achievement. The eyes of several people immediately looked at Ye Xingchen, sneered and said: "Boy, hand over the Witch God Palace, we can spare your life, otherwise, then
The feeling of not being able to live, not being able to die..."
"Tsk, tsk, there are no hostages left, and you are still coveting my young master's Witch God Palace. I'm afraid you won't be able to survive." Ye Xingchen sneered and said lightly: "Longhuang Demonic Suppression Bell, crush it."
Boom!
The Longhuang Demonic Suppressing Bell, which had been grasped by the ghost painter, suddenly burst out with a brute force. Before the immortal souls could react, the hundreds of meters long dragon soul swept towards them.
After passing by, being disturbed by them, the ghost painter also forgot about the people of the 'Jiang family'. When he lowered his head and looked, there were no traces of other people on the coffin.
The ghost painter was secretly angry. If these immortal souls hadn't done bad things, with their methods, how would they have allowed Ye Xingchen to rescue people right under his nose?
"Damn, they are a bunch of people who fail to achieve anything but fail more than they should." The ghost painter looked at Ye Xingchen with red eyes. Thinking of his perverted methods, he subconsciously ran away to a distance and shouted anxiously at these immortal souls.
He reminded, "My lords, this little beast is very capable, so don't be careless."
"Hmph, so what if he's not weak? How can a mere emperor-level kid want to make waves?" Seeing the 'Dragon Soul' sweeping toward him, the Immortal Soul raised an immortal sword and pointed it at the Dragon Soul.
Cut it up.
‘Bang’, ‘Bang’, ‘Bang’…
The immortal sword struck the dragon soul's head, making a deafening sound. Before the other immortal souls could recover, they saw the dragon soul open its mouth and swallow it into its belly.
The breath of the immortal soul disappeared all of a sudden.
"Wha...what?"
"Wu, Master Wu can't stop this magic weapon? How...how is it possible?"
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Seeing this scene, the ghost painter's eyelids couldn't help but jump wildly. It didn't expect that Ye Xingchen's Long Huang Demon Suppressing Bell could be snatched to such an extent?
That emperor-level fairy soul, after encountering the Long Huang Demon Suppressing Bell, has no power to fight back?
"Damn it...damn it, that ancient bell has already fallen into my hands. If it weren't for you idiots, I would have refined it long ago." The ghost painter was furious, his eyes wandered twice, and he said
: "My lords, this little beast is the master of Wushen Palace. We must capture him no matter what, otherwise..."
"Hmph, notify the brothers nearby to capture this little beast. He deserves great credit." With the ghost painter's reminder, the immortal souls suddenly woke up and one of them roared a few times.
I saw those fairy souls in the distance swarming over like a tide.
"Haha... little beast, I want to see how you can escape this time?" The ghost painter licked his lips, looked at Ye Xingchen with a ferocious expression, and said in a humming voice.
"Ghost painter, is this your method?" Ye Xingchen raised his eyelids, sneered, and said: "Since you want to see it, I will let you open your eyes today."
"Purgatory, open..." Ye Xingchen's eyes focused, and the majestic ghost energy filled the air behind him. A dozen powerful ghost kings seemed to have jumped out of the void and landed in front of Ye Xingchen, respectfully.
He knelt down and said: "Master."
"Well, inform the ghost agents and judges in Wujian Purgatory to use all their strength to suppress all these immortal souls. This is your ration for a year." Ye Xingchen said calmly.
"Wha...what?"
"Master, master is saying that these immortal souls are our food?"
The ghost kings at the 'Emperor' level were immediately dumbfounded. When they saw Ye Xingchen nodding, they became excited. Looking at the immortal souls rushing towards them, their eyes lit up one by one.
You know, these immortal souls are a great tonic to them.
Especially the Ghost King in the Emperor Realm can swallow enough fairy souls, and the hope of breaking through the Ghost Fairy Realm will be several times greater, not to mention the taste of these fairy souls is incomparably wonderful.
"Master, don't worry, I'll call them out right away?" One of the ghost kings, 'Jie', 'Jie', 'Jie', laughed a few times and flew towards the fairy souls.
Seeing them, the smile on the ghost painter's face suddenly froze. Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw more and more fairy souls four or so away from Ye Xingchen.
When it was fifty meters away, it disappeared inexplicably.
Moreover, the number that disappeared was not one or two, but hundreds or thousands disappeared together. In just the blink of an eye, the camp of those immortal souls lost a large number of people.
"What...what's going on?" The ghost painter stared at Ye Xingchen dumbfounded. Seeing the fate of these immortal souls, he suddenly felt a chill and a chill all over his body. He swallowed with a 'Gulu' sound and trembled.
Said: "This... this little beast, how many trump cards does this little beast have?"
"No...no, this is the Ghost King in the Infernal Purgatory. The ten damned Yin Ruins Halls. Didn't you say that the Infinite Purgatory has been destroyed long ago? Inform Immortal Xuanming quickly." An immortal soul with a strong cultivation level also
I noticed the clues and saw more and more companions disappearing under my nose, and I suddenly woke up.