Bing Aoxue was stunned, and when she saw the tense atmosphere between the patriarch of the Huangquan clan and him, she immediately reacted. She probably said the wrong thing.

Bing Aoxue frowned slightly, except for a trace of guilt in her heart, she could only snort lightly in her heart.

If it weren't for this sword cultivator snatching her only Netherworld map, how could she possibly be here behind them?

The patriarch looked angry, "What a madman, how dare you pretend to be the messenger of the Ghost King and force the patriarch to hand over the secret treasure of your clan?"

If he had been alert, he would have had this kid in his hands by now. Thinking of this, the anger on the patriarch's face became heavier.

Jiang Ming was a little helpless, he wanted to make too much movement, but now it seems that he can't do it.

Guo Haihong, the patriarch of the Huangquan clan, shouted violently, and suddenly rose into the air, all the objects in the hall were shattered, and monstrous ghost qi burst out from his body.

The cold light flickered at the bottom of Bing Aoxue's eyes, and she violently waved the white long silk in her sleeve, directly protecting Bai Ling'er and quickly retreating towards the back.

The people in their palace of the Holy Maiden take good care of women, especially the little girls who are not yet in time. Even the ice and snow, which is as cold as frost and snow, is no exception.

Xue Yunpeng, who was still standing beside Bai Ling'er just now: "......"

This Miss Bing is too sexist, isn't he? He stood next to him for less than half a meter and didn't want to protect him?

Fortunately, Xue Yunpeng was not a vegetarian either, so he immediately recited a recipe taught to him by the Master of Qingfeng, and quickly fled to the back.

Bai Ling'er stuck out her tongue and said, "Thank you, Sister Xue." ”

Bing Aoxue looked at Jiang Ming, who was speechless in the field, and a trace of anxiety flashed in her expression: "What did he say, why did he anger the patriarch of the Huangquan clan?"

Bai Ling'er said obediently: "I want this patriarch to take out the secret treasure to treat me." ”

Bing Aoxue is shocked, this madman!

She saw that Bai Ling'er looked calm, and there was no worry at all. Bai Ling'er seemed to know what Bing Aoxue was thinking, and she said with a smile: "Sister Xue, don't worry, if he can't even solve this kind of clan elder, we won't risk coming to the Netherworld to kill the Ghost King." ”

Bing Aoxue gasped when she heard this, how could it come out of this little girl's mouth What kind of ghost king is as simple as cutting cabbage and tofu?

Bing Aoxue saw that she raised her right hand leisurely, and a white mang suppressed the patriarch Guo Haihong. She shook her head lightly: "You really underestimate the patriarch of the Huangquan Great Clan, and you underestimate the entire Netherworld too much. ”

Where would Bai Ling'er and Xue Yunpeng believe it? Jiang Ming's purpose in this trip was to kill the ghost king, if this patriarch couldn't solve it, he would have to laugh to death if it was passed out.

The tips of Jiang Ming's fingers burst out with white rays, slashing at the patriarch's ghost qi in an instant.

Jiang Ming looked at the white mang in his hand and was suddenly surprised.

Xue Yunpeng was surprised and shouted: "Something is wrong, Uncle Shi's situation is not right!"

Bai Ling'er's expression moved, and a trace of surprise obviously flashed!

"What's going on?'s uncle's true yuan transfer is wrong?" Xue Yunpeng said anxiously.

How terrifying was the power of Jiang Ming's fingers? Back then, one finger dug out the heart of the Pope of Light, and he always killed the corpse king.

The underground forums all said that their hundred-year cultivation could not withstand the crushing of Jiang Immortals!

Bing Aoxue sheltered Bai Ling'er and stood dozens of meters away, and Chang Aya on her side landed softly on the ground.

She was as arrogant as snow, and said coldly: "I said, you underestimate the patriarch of the Huangquan clan too much, and you also underestimate the netherworld! This is the netherworld, the sky is cloudy and ghostly, and the sun and moon cannot be seen. Heaven and Earth True Yuan?" Bing Aoxue snorted lightly, "It's useless. ”

She practiced in the Holy Maiden Palace, and she was also one of the strongest people in the palace, and she boasted that she was not much worse than this sword cultivator by using the power of the true yuan of heaven and earth, but she came this time with the intention that she might never be able to go back.

As soon as Bing Aoxue's words came out, Bai Ling'er and Xue Yunpeng, who had been calm just now, changed their faces suddenly, and they looked at Jiang Ming with a frightened expression.

Jiang Ming's strength at this time is only thirty percent of that in the outside world!

This is someone else's territory, even if you are a dragon, you have to be honest!

Jiang Ming's finger burst out with a white mang, and he didn't even hit the layers of ghost qi around the patriarch's body, it scattered all over his body, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, it was obvious that he had discovered the problem himself.

His aura couldn't be gathered.

"Ignorant fanatics, even if you have this ability, you dare to provoke your own patriarch!" Guo Haihong let out a ghost roar, and when the empty ghost claw grabbed it fiercely, the speed exceeded nearly twenty times the speed of sound.

Suddenly, Jiang Ming was surrounded by ghosts, and the ghosts were constantly aura.

Jiang Ming's brows furrowed, and his toes flew towards the back.

Bai Ling'er and Xue Yunpeng's faces were even more ugly, when did Jiang Ming retreat?

Bai Ling'er clutched the white silk of Bing Aoxue, her face full of anxiety.

According to Jiang Ming's shameless statement, he came to the Netherworld to find memories for her. If not, wait for the ghost king to come out at the ghost gate, and earn your life.

Entering the netherworld for her, but if she dies here, how can she explain to Jiang Ming's family in mortal dust, she herself will have a troubled conscience for the rest of her life.

Bai Ling'er's whole body shook.

"Sister Xue, do you have a way?" Bai Ling'er rushed to the doctor and hurriedly asked.

Bing Aoxue tensed and didn't answer a word.

She has nothing to do.

Bai Ling'er shook off the white silk of Bing Aoxue's body protection in an instant, and chased after Jiang Ming.

Bing Aoxue was shocked: "Little sister, don't go!"

I saw Jiang Ming retreating all the way, and in the blink of an eye, it was a distance of thousands of meters, and he retreated directly to the end of the Huangquan Sea.

The Yellow Springs clan lives at the end of the Yellow Springs in the other world, and the Ghost King promised them that they could use this area freely, and he would not interfere with it in the slightest.

Guo Haihong saw Jiang Ming retreat all the way to the Yellow Spring, and an evil laugh burst out.

This stupid cultivator!

They retreated to the end of the Sea of Yellow Springs.

Jiang Ming smiled and said, "The patriarch of the Huangquan clan really deserves to be a high-level ghost cultivator. If you hand over the treasure of restoring your memory, I will spare your life. ”

This ghost cultivator is a bit interesting, and his strength is even higher than that of Thundercloud.

This place in the Netherworld is indeed good for ghost cultivation.

It's no wonder that this Huangquan clan would rather send people under the fence than leave. A nice place indeed.

Guo Haihong almost thought that he had heard it wrong, this madman was still saying that he wanted him to hand over the secret treasure?

Who the hell is going to die? He still doesn't know?

Stubborn!

Guo Haihong let out a wild laugh, "If you want to seek the secret treasure of your clan, you should think that death is coming! Die in the Yellow Spring and become the nourishment of our clan's ghost cultivation!"

Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Guo Haihong's hands were clawed, and both of them hung down towards the sea of yellow springs, and he shouted: "I have condensed the power of fear of the dead, and I will let you taste it today." ”

The white bones at the end of the Yellow Spring suddenly emitted a blue-blue light, and the light danced out of the skeleton's eyes.

Black blisters emerge from the surface of the sea at the end of the Yellow Spring Sea. Gradually, the clouds converged into a larger and larger ball of sea water, and the soaring ghost energy burst out from above. The ghost aura at the end of the entire Yellow Spring became more and more terrifying.

Bing Aoxue, who was chasing over, grabbed Bai Ling'er who was about to run over, and shouted, "Don't go." ”

"That is the power of fear of the dead of the Yellow Springs clan, they occupy the end of the Yellow Spring, even the ghost king does not covet half a point, and their strength is outstanding. Bing Aoxue frowned, looking at Jiang Ming's expression with a slight sympathy.

This sword cultivator shouldn't have come here!

Bai Ling'er looked at the pictures of the deceased before death on the rising water balls, and everyone was full of fear.

There is no one who is not full of fear of death, not even a warrior.

This is the power of fear for the dead.

And it's also a whole collection of the power of fear of the dead.

Jiang Ming shook his head lightly: "I thought it was something." ”

Jiang Ming's long sleeves were stretched, and his sleeves were rolled with the boiling yellow spring seawater.

Guo Haihong sneered, and slapped away the huge power of fear of the dead in the air, which is a power that is several times more terrifying than nuclear weapons, and the speed range is several times wider.

With a single blow, the entire shore at the end of the Yellow Spring Sea, black sea water burst into the sky.

Jiang Ming's entire body disappeared into the power of the deceased's fear......

Xue Yunpeng was shocked: "Uncle Shi!"

Person...... It's gone?

Guo Haihong laughed wildly, and laughter filled the entire end of the Yellow Spring.

"It's a terrible laugh. ”

A leisurely voice came out.

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

Jiang Ming was half-floating in the sea, leisurely, and a black light flickered around him.

The patriarch of the Huangquan clan said with some consternation: "You are a mortal martial artist, how can you physically resist the power of my dead?"

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