Zhao Yun lowered his head and looked down at Feijiao Quasi-Ghost King, "I can forgive you, as long as you lose one of your legs."
Feijiao Quasi-Ghost King's expression changed, he straightened his waist and looked at Zhao Yun, "Your Excellency Zhao Yun, I have already apologized to you in such a low profile.
Why are you still forcing me like this?
My master is the Hurricane Ghost King, he is the Great Ghost King with 400,000 soul power.
If you hurt me, it will inevitably anger my master.
Although you are a super true god and true demon heroic spirit, I think your strength is not as powerful as the Hurricane Ghost King, right?"
In order to save his legs, Fei Jiao mustered up the courage and used the Hurricane Ghost King to threaten Zhao Yun.
I hope Zhao Yun will be concerned about the 400,000 soul power of the Hurricane Ghost King and let him go.
After all, losing one of his legs will greatly reduce his strength.
In the underworld, without strength, it is quite dangerous.
If he is found by his former enemy, the end will be even more miserable.
"oh?"
Zhao Yun's tone was cold, "Are you threatening me?"
Fei Jiao didn't even react and put the silver gun directly on his neck.
With the tip of the gun feeling cold, Fei Jiao quickly explained:
"Your Excellency Zhao Yun, please don't be impulsive. I am not threatening you. I just want to say that you are so powerful, why don't you be a 'friend' with my master."
"My master is the Ghost-hunting Dragon King. If I make friends with your master, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the Dragon King? No need!"
The gentian silver spear was suddenly sent forward.
Poof!
The tip of the gun penetrated directly through the Feijiao Quasi-Ghost King's throat.
He didn't believe it until his death that Zhao Yun actually killed him at his word.
If I had known this, I might as well have lost one of my legs.
Unfortunately, it's too late to regret.
This shot directly destroyed his life and soul, and Feijiao's death was sealed.
Whoosh!
Pulling out the gentian silver gun, Zhao Yun looked disdainful.
A ghost with 90,000 souls might still be worth something in the Yang world.
But this is the underworld.
Zhao Yun is not restricted by the law of heaven, and has begun to display the talents of the super-true gods and true demons, and his strength has been greatly improved.
Even if Feijiao reaches the first level of Ghost King, he can still kill him.
"Trash is trash, just seeing the two of us makes me so scared.
If he knew that our lord has as many heroic spirits as a small team, wouldn't he be frightened to death on the spot?"
Xue Rengui sneered, stepped forward, and took away the Feijiao Quasi-Ghost King's hammer and space scroll.
"My lord, this would-be ghost king is a bit poor. There are no treasures in the space scroll. There is only a box of soul coins. I estimate it is about one million."
After searching for the loot, Xue Rengui delivered the things to Lin Tianyou.
"One million soul coins plus a hammer is not bad. His soul can also be eaten."
Lin Tianyou put away the trophies and said calmly.
"My lord, the soul power quality of the quasi-ghost king is only lower than the third grade. Can I give it to the general?
The general's soul power has reached 140,000 levels. In the past few days, he has gained insights and feels that he can break through to a higher realm.
If you can eat a quasi-Ghost King, maybe everything will come true!"
Zhao Qu suddenly looked at Lin Tianyou and said.
"Really? It's a good thing that you have gained insights through practice. If you want to eat, eat them all. Come on, make a breakthrough!"
Lin Tianyou's eyes lit up and he agreed immediately.
With so many heroic spirits collected, Zhao Yun's soul power has improved the fastest.
Bai Qi is slightly inferior.
So Lin Tianyou didn't feel sad at all for rewarding Zhao Yun with the soul of a quasi-ghost king.
"Thank you, lord!"
Zhao Yun cupped his fists and saluted, turned around, cut out Fei Jiao's heart, and returned to the heroic spirit space.
Mi Feng stared blankly at everything in front of him.
A would-be ghost king who came to crush everyone was killed just like that.
This is really unexpected.
"Mi Feng, quickly thank your benefactor!"
Mi Feng still stayed in place like a wooden man.
But Sister Hong had already climbed up with difficulty, took Mi Feng's hand, and walked towards Lin Tianyou.
"Thank you sir for saving me!"
The two came to Lin Tianyou and bowed to thank him.
"No need to thank you. I just didn't want to see Yue Yingluo's fan falling into other people's hands, so I took action."
Lin Tianyou waved his hand.
When Sister Hong heard this, her expression became condensed.
Although the young man didn't say it clearly, she heard the extra meaning in his words.
This young man still wants the Yueyingluo Fan.
"Mi Feng, take out the Yueyingluo fan and give it to this young master!"
Sister Hong pondered for a moment and asked Mi Feng to take out the fan.
"Ah, Sister Hong, this is what we use to repay Mr. Ming Luo En. If we take it out, how can we repay Min Luo?"
Mi Feng was a little confused when he heard this.
"Just take it out. It's true that Mingluo is our benefactor, but this young master is also our benefactor.
If it weren't for him today, we would all die.
We can repay Duke Mingluo’s kindness in the future,”
Sister Hong said with a stern tone that left no room for doubt.
"Well, anyway, I owe Min Luo so many years of kindness, not less than these few days."
Mi Feng untied his belt, reached into his crotch and took it out for a while. When he took his hand out again, a women's fan suddenly appeared.
"Young Master, I have offended you many times before. Mi Feng apologizes to you.
This is the Yueyingluo Fan, please accept it."
Mi Feng held up Yueying Luo Fan with both hands and said respectfully.
"You, you hide the fan in your crotch?"
Lin Tianyou's eyes widened.
"Yes, if you hide it inside, it won't be easily discovered by others."
Mi Feng nodded.
He originally wanted to hide it in the space scroll, but he thought that the seal of the space scroll could easily be broken by others, so he hid it in his crotch.
Lin Tianyou was about to say that Mi Feng was too disgusting.
As soon as the corner of his mouth moved, a sudden strong wind swept over him.
Immediately afterwards, a cloud of black air came out from the Wolong fan attached to Lin Tianyou's waist.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Lin Tianyou was stunned. This was the first time he saw black gas coming out of the Wolong Fan.
I saw that after the black gas appeared, it began to gather together and gradually solidified.
A man wearing a long robe and a turban on his head, with an extremely elegant temperament, appeared.
As soon as this person came out, everyone on the scene was shocked.
Because the soul power of this man is actually stronger than Zhao Yun who killed Fei Jiao.
The man's figure flashed and he was in front of Mi Feng in an instant.
Mi Feng was startled, not knowing what this elegant man wanted to do.
Snapped!
The next moment, Mi Feng finally knew what this elegant man wanted to do.
Because half of his face was swollen from the opponent's slap.
"You, why did you hit me?"
Mi Feng covered half of his red and swollen face and looked at the man in front of him in horror.
"Shameless villain, you dare to defile my wife's precious fan. I'll beat you lightly, but Liang will destroy your soul!"
Grabbing the Yueying Luo Fan back with one hand, the elegant man waved it suddenly and shouted: "Ghost and Immortal Technique, Breathe the Wind!"
Wow!
As the voice fell, a wave of air comparable to a typhoon blew out of the Yueyingluo fan.
Mi Feng didn't even have time to scream, and was blown away to the horizon without a trace.