The monks cheered, even though they didn't know why they had killed Shen Jiacheng.

But the joy of removing the important generals of the enemy army echoed in their hearts for a long time at this moment.

At this time, Du Hengjiang came over with tens of thousands of brothers of the Brotherhood League.

He looked at Shen Jiacheng's corpse on the ground and fell into deep thought.

"General Du, the enemy has been destroyed, are we going to continue the attack?" asked a monk next to him.

"No need, moving forward, it is the defense line of the Demon Sect army, our strength is too weak, if we go deep alone, I'm afraid we will encounter accidents!"

Du Hengjiang shook his head and said, and the monks around him didn't notice it, and joy appeared in his eyes.

That's right, Du Hengjiang had already guessed that these dead enemy monks might have something to do with Su Fan.

This means that Su Fan, who has been in retreat, has finally finished his cultivation.

Du Hengjiang clenched his fists, he knew that after enduring for a long time, the final victory was finally coming.

With Su Fan's godlike killing methods, he would definitely be able to give the Nether Sect's army a head-on blow.

"Hehe, I didn't think he was quite smart!"

When Du Hengjiang gathered his troops and returned to the city, Su Fan revealed an illusory silhouette from the air.

Looking at the figure of Du Hengjiang and everyone leaving, Su Fan's transparent face smiled, and the shadow melted into the air again and slowly disappeared.

The scene turned, and when Su Fan reappeared, he had already landed near one of the enemy's dark warships.

"I don't have enough energy, come and reload the shells!"

"Sir, what if there are not enough shells in the cabin, should we ask the upper authorities for some more?"

At this time, a demon sect gunner hurriedly ran to the captain's control room in the center of the warship and reported loudly to one of the traversers inside.

The traverser was crossing Erlang's legs, his eyes closed in the captain's control room.

And the sudden incursion of the gunner directly disturbed his retreat,

"How can you ask for it? So many warships need to use cannonballs, and we are not the only ones who urgently need it!"

The traverser glanced at the gunner unhappily, as if he was a little annoyed, he waved his hand and said: "Go and figure it out yourself, don't disturb my rest all day long, if there are no shells, if the ship next to you has a surplus, just find the ship next door to borrow a little to use!"

"But ......"

The gunner wanted to continue to say something, but was impatiently interrupted by the traverser: "Go and go, do whatever you have to do, if you are verbose, don't kick you out of the boat." ”

"Got it, sir!"

The gunner's face was a little unpleasant, this was the first time he had served his boss with such a bad attitude.

However, this can't be helped, who is called the strength of the traverser, which is one of the few best combat forces in the Netherworld Sect?

In the entire Netherworld Sect's branch in the Soul Heaven Continent, there were only more than a thousand masters like this, and almost every traverser was a precious treasure of the Netherworld Sect.

The gunner walked out of the captain's room with a depressed face, and at this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew from outside the door.

"Hey, this wind is really evil!"

The gunner shuddered, he was very strange, his physique, which could resist the cold of ordinary weather, was blown by a gust of wind.

He subconsciously raised his hand and lifted the collar to cover the cold, but he felt that after lifting the collar, his neck was still very cold.

The gunner tried to rub his ears, but he suddenly realized that he couldn't touch his head.

Hey, where's my head?

When the gunner looked up, he saw his headless body, which had fallen to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the gunner saw a stream of blood spurting from the corpse's neck.

Blood washed over the gunner's face, instantly staining his vision red.

"You...... Are you Su Fan?

Before the gunner's consciousness was blurred, he heard a scream from the traverser in the captain's room.

Then there was a thud, and another corpse fell to the ground.

As his vision grew darker, the gunner saw the distorted face of the traverser.

Shout!

After killing the traverser who was sitting with this dark warship, Su Fan flew directly out of the hull.

He stared coldly at the glowing artillery, raised his arm high, and then slashed down!

Laugh at!

A sword that was tens of thousands of meters long spat out from his arm, directly cutting the entire dark warship in half!

Rumble!

The terrifying Sword Intent of Destruction erupted, directly shattering the dark warship into pieces of wreckage in mid-air!

Many of the Demon Sect monks on the ship let out screams in panic.

But soon, the cries came to an end.

Circles of sword-shaped halos swept out, directly strangling those Netherworld Sect monks scattered in the air into a cloud of blood mist.

"What's going on?"

"Ship No. 83 seems to have been attacked by the enemy?"

"Attacked by the enemy? What are you kidding, our enemies are cowering in the city and dare not go out, how can they have the courage to come out and face us?"

Seeing the warship attacked by Su Fan disappear into the sky, all the monks on the dark warship of the Netherworld Sect were shocked.

At this moment, in the middle of all the dark warships, there was a small wooden ship suspended here.

In the center of the wooden boat was a small table, with two people sitting on each side of the table.

The person on the left was covered in a black robe, with a black mask on his face, and his breath was calm and unrevealed, it was none other than the Netherworld's envoy of the Netherworld.

The other person on the right was covered by demonic energy, and he could only vaguely see that this person had a pair of good-looking eyes, like a sea of stars.

"Lord Demon Venerable, it seems that Su Fan has already appeared!"

Looking at the fragments of the destroyed warship in the distance, he said with an extremely calm expression.

"Yes, it's been a year, and I think he should be out of the customs too!"

Demon Venerable nodded, and the demonic mist on his face was blown away, revealing a beautiful and handsome face.

And if Su Fan was here, he would be able to recognize the identity of this Demon Venerable at a glance, it was Youyan.

Seeing Youyan show his face, his face was full of strangeness for a moment: "Lord Demon Venerable, if you hadn't identified yourself that day, I would have thought you were Su Fan!"

"Hehe, Hades, you are a descendant of the Hades King, there is no need to call me Lord Demon Venerable all the time, you are just like your ancestors, just call me the sect master!"

A slight smile appeared at the corner of Youyan's mouth, back then, there were two major protector kings under his subordinates, one was called Youwang, and the other was called Hades.

These two Dharma Kings each led the one hundred and eight envoys of the Netherworld.

Among them, there are thirty-six envoys under the throne of the king of the underworld, and seventy-two envoys under the seat of the king of the underworld.

This one hundred and eight envoys are the most powerful masters in the Netherworld Sect except for the Dharma King and the main and deputy sect masters.

And no matter what the names of these messengers were before, when they become messengers, all the previous names will be discarded and replaced by numerical numbers.