The Black and White Wuchang in the world of Baolian Lantern are a male and female team, and their fighting ability is also very average. Chen Xiang was able to beat them when he first learned the magic, let alone Yang Jian. They almost peeed in fear when they felt the pressure from Yang Jian before.
"Here, Uncle Yang, how about we have a cup of tea first and wait until the Lord of Hell handles the matter at hand."
Bai Wuchang desperately winked at Yang Jian and wanted to use the technique of seduction to conquer Yang Jian.
However, Bai Wuchang is obviously not Yang Jian's type, not to mention that she is also average-looking, so how can Yang Jian pay attention to her.
Yang Jian sighed. He was kind-hearted by nature and didn't like killing, but in many cases, it wasn't something he didn't like that could be solved. The other party was obviously perfunctory with him.
A three-pointed two-edged sword appeared in Yang Jian's hand, and he said in a cold voice: "I will tell you for the last time, hand over my father and eldest brother, or else the underworld will be wiped out with blood!"
This three-pointed two-edged sword was given to him by Zhang Chen. If Erlang Shen doesn't use the three-pointed two-edged sword, is he still Erlangshen?
Andy in the crowd looked at the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, then looked at the one in Yang Jian's hand, and said in shock: "Why is his weapon the same as mine?"
Qu Xiaoxiao pouted: "Obviously, either you copied his three-pointed two-edged knife, or he copied your three-pointed two-edged knife, but I prefer the latter."
Andy was furious. Everyone has their own unique Zanpakutō, but now his own Zanpakutō has been copied by an NPC. This doesn't make sense.
Qu Xiaoxiao said weakly: "I am Erlangshen, so I originally got a three-pointed two-edged sword."
Andy was speechless. After all, in their understanding, the changes in players' Zanpakutō were randomly generated by the game and were not something they could decide. Therefore, it was reasonable to collide with Erlang Shen's three-pointed, two-edged sword.
Andy could only console himself. What I am holding now is Erlangshen's three-pointed, two-edged sword. If I tell anyone about it, it will definitely make people envious.
Black and White Wuchang is full of paleness, oh, Bai Wuchang's face is originally white, they laughed and said: "Uncle Yang, if you have something to discuss, it's easy to discuss."
Yang Jian didn't intend to discuss it with them. He had already given them the face he deserved. His relatives still didn't know how they were going to suffer in the underworld. He leaned on the ground with a three-pointed two-edged knife in his right hand. When he reached out with his left hand, Hei Wuchang's neck was cut by him.
Sucked it into my hand.
Bai Wuchang was startled. He picked up the mourning stick and was about to move forward. Yang Chan pulled out the long sword and stood in front of her.
The ghost soldiers behind him also took a step forward, and the players' eyes immediately lit up.
These ghost soldiers are Bai Ming, and they are also errands from the underworld. Naturally, they cannot be villains. Therefore, when the players see a group of Bai Ming, they immediately realize that they are really likely to be pulled by Yang Jian to support the scene.
But now, the other party is obviously going to take action. If he does, it must be Hong Ming!
As a result, the ghost soldiers on the opposite side actually took a step back when they saw the malicious looks from the players.
There is no way, in this dark environment, a group of guys with red eyes are staring at you. To be honest, they don't know who the ghost is for a moment.
"Uncle Yang, if you have something to say, say it well, if you have something to say, say it well!"
Hei Wuchang exclaimed.
Yang Jian said coldly: "I also want to talk to you, but you have to tell me where my father and eldest brother are being held?"
"this……"
Hei Wuchang looked hesitant, but soon felt Yang Jian's palm tightening, and tried his best to flap Yang Jian's arm, but Yang Jian remained motionless.
After squeezing a little tighter, Yang Jian let go of his hand and looked at him with a serious look.
During Yang Jian's 30 years on Sakaar, he not only practiced magic, but also fought with the Valkyrie. With the resurrection buff of death, his battle with the Valkyrie could be said to be like dying and coming back to life, living and dying again.
Hei Wuchang, who regained his breathing, breathed desperately, and then said with difficulty: "They are imprisoned in the sixteenth level of hell."
"What!"
Yang Jian was furious. The sixteen levels of hell were called "Volcanic Hell". Just like the name, it was a magma volcano.
When Yang Chan heard this, her beautiful eyes were filled with anger, and she couldn't help but tighten the sword in her hand.
The three-pointed two-edged sword was pointed at Hei Wuchang's neck, and Yang Jian said coldly: "Take me there!"
"No! The King of Hell has a decree..."
There was a ghost shouting when the ghost was struck.
"snort!"
Yang Jian snorted coldly, and a bright light shot out between his forehead and eyebrows. This kind of ghost soldier was instantly shot into flying ash.
The ghost soldiers immediately panicked and retreated continuously.
Yang Jian looked at Hei Wuchang again, and Hei Wuchang nodded desperately: "Here, this way!"
After that, he carefully distanced himself from the tip of the knife, and then led Yang Jian towards the underworld.
"By the way, do ghosts also need to breathe?"
Liu Xing muttered.
"Well, it's possible. Maybe they are inhaling yin energy or something."
Xia Xue analyzed.
Malala was carrying the bone stick with a depressed look on her face. His steel suit was burnt to ashes by the Golden Crow and the Golden Wheel. He was in a bad mood. But fortunately, it seemed that he was here to support the scene, so he earned one in vain.
With skills, you don’t have to die.
Probably?
"Hua Yingxiong didn't come, did he?"
Malala looked around. He had heard people say how powerful and terrifying Hua Yingxiong was before, but he didn't believe it at all. Now he completely believed it. This Hua Yingxiong was really poisonous!
"I didn't come. I heard that I was tricked by Mr. Pheasant into becoming a children's ambassador."
Xia Xue explained.
Malala gasped, asking Hua Yingxiong to be the children's ambassador. Does she want to make the whole world extinct?
Xia Xue also looked strange, but she still explained for Chen Haonan: "He has never had any accidents when getting along with NPCs. Otherwise, why do you think he doesn't know his physique until now?"
"I think he doesn't want to admit it."
Liu Xing hits the nail on the head.
"Shut up and listen to me."
It turned out that after realizing that Hongxing Kindergarten could not continue to operate, Shan Ji also started to develop another route, that is, to create the Cursed Child himself.
They have gastroenterovirus serum in their hands, and they can make their own enhancers. Although they are a little weaker than the original Loli, they are not unable to grow.
And there is not just one world, there are so many worlds, there are always some children who have become orphans due to various reasons. As long as they are adopted and their favorability level increases, it is not too late to inject gastroenterovirus serum.
"Uh, are you planning to open Hongxing Kindergarten across the entire multiverse?"
Liu Xing complained.
It seemed that just as Malala expected, the players were just there to support the scene. They followed Hei Wuchang from the first level of hell, 'Tongue Pulling Hell', to 'Scissor Hell', and then from 'Scissor Hell' to
'Evil Mirror Hell'...
The players were amazed. Although most people knew about the Eighteen Levels of Hell, they really didn't know much about it. The various punishments made their scalps numb. Even with the mosaic, the miserable screams of the guilty ghosts made them feel numb.
It was frightening to hear it.
Xia Xue no longer dared to speak, and held Liu Xing's hand tightly, for fear of being caught and tortured together.
While walking, Yang Jian suddenly stopped and swung the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand.
Poof!
There was a wound on Hei Wuchang's chest. Bai Wuchang screamed. He stepped forward to support Hei Wuchang and said angrily: "What are you doing? Didn't we take you to find your family?"
Yang Jian remained unmoved and looked at Black and White with cold eyes: "I will only say this once, the next level of hell is the sixteenth level of hell. If not, then you all go to die!"
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