Hades is a god in ancient times, and the vast heritage has been accumulated so far, even if Ye Han relies on the power of the sect heaven and earth, he has not been able to try out the depth, even if it is facing the Dugu Sword of the second realm of the Dao, he is not false at all, and it is natural to be beaten against a barbarian king.

The boundless black qi gushed out from the immortal mountain, enveloping all directions within the heavens and the earth, making Ye Xuanhuang subconsciously break into the cold abyss for himself.

But soon he noticed the difference, the thick black mist was not the cold abyss demonic qi they had dealt with for many years, the cold and piercing aura and the ghostly spirits rushing everywhere, it made him understand that this was the aura of the Netherworld Ghost Dao.

Although there are not many martial artists who practice the ghost path, it is not impossible to do so in this extreme north, such as the Hundred Ghost Sect that has some festivals with Ye Han is the power of this inheritance, and the masters of the ghost path are accompanied by corpses and ghosts all day long, and they are even more models of strange tempers.

The barbarian king's cultivation is a vein of warfare, the blood and qi around his body are amazing, and there are two souls of dragons and tigers to protect his body, and it is difficult for ghosts and spirits to get close to him, and it is generally nothing for people who go to the ghost path.

When Ye Xuanhuang noticed that it was the ghostly qi that was coming, he laughed twice and didn't care, as if he wanted to go up against the invading ghostly qi and climb the immortal mountain.

But soon he sensed that something seemed to be wrong, the netherworld qi that flowed down like a waterfall seemed to be more gloomy and cold than he imagined, and his blood qi that fought desperately from the battlefield had little effect on resisting at all, and even the dragon and tiger souls seemed to have a tendency to collapse.

In this way, he felt that it was not good, although his monstrous blood qi could resist ordinary ghosts and ghosts, but it was not without taboos, and there were naturally strong and weak among the powerful ghosts.

Not all ghosts can only hug their heads when they see the blood and qi that penetrates the sky, for some old ghosts who have cultivated deeply, his heavenly blood and qi like a furnace of flames are as attractive as fireflies, ah no, they attract ghosts.

When Ye Xuanhuang noticed that something was wrong, he wanted to take a break from it, but then he realized that the ghostly aura like a wave did not seem to be trying to stop him from going up the mountain as he imagined.

Ye Xuanhuang, who wanted to climb the mountain, was like sailing against the current, which was very laborious, but when he wanted to turn around and retreat, he never felt half a point of relaxation.

The netherworld aura that rushed by on either side of him was like mud and sand mixed with water, binding his body so tightly that no matter how much he struggled, he could not break free from it.

This time, Ye Xuanhuang was really hairy, and he also noticed that in the ghostly aura that rushed down, the ghosts and ghosts that came out of it became more and more terrifying, and the pair of green eyes were full of ferocity, and his gaze was becoming more and more unkind.

Just when he wanted to completely destroy the cauldron and sink the boat, the thousands of powerful ghosts in the ghostly aura seemed to have received an edict, and one by one opened their bloody mouths and rushed towards him with a wail.

The first few ghosts were quickly incinerated to ashes by the boiling blood on his body, but after those few ghosts, more ghosts and ghosts pounced on him without fear of death.

And when he got rid of a batch again, this netherworld ghost sea was like a hornet's nest that had been stabbed, all the ghostly qi was boiling, and the endless ghosts and ghosts were densely packed like carp crossing the river, directly burying his whole person.

And the ghostly ghost qi that fell from the top of the immortal mountain also rolled up at this time, completely mixing the thousands of ghosts and Ye Xuanhuang who was submerged by it.

How could Ye Xuanhuang sit still and wait to die, the blood waves that were transformed by the blood qi, the true body of the law that was derived from the heavens, and even the several military treasures he carried on his body were all released, but among the thousands of powerful ghosts, they had little effect.

And in the midst of the invasion of ten thousand ghosts like the underworld, Ye Xuanhuang, who was struggling, looked up at the sky, and the dark color seemed to be distorted in the place where his gaze touched.

Above the boundless sea of ghosts, there seemed to be the shadow of a large hall as black as ink, and he even saw ten figures floating in the monstrous darkness like emperors among ghosts, and the aura emanating from each of them was not much weaker than that of his barbarian king.

And above those ten figures, there was an ancient and profound throne standing in the main hall, and the figure sitting on it made Ye Xuanhuang's heart chill.

When his eyes touched that figure, Ye Xuanhuang's only feeling was profound, deep to the extreme, very pure darkness, which made him subconsciously look away, as if he would be dragged into the abyss after two more looks.

The person on the throne never made a move, and even the ten ghost kings never came out, from beginning to end, only the Netherworld Ten Thousand Ghosts were dealing with Ye Xuanhuang, but in that Netherworld Sea, his cultivation was suppressed by at least half, and even the power of the Law Phase could not be fully developed, and the taste of the Ten Thousand Ghosts devouring his body made this barbarian king, who had always been fearless, almost collapse.

And when his true yuan was greatly damaged, the throne that seemed to be sitting in another heaven and earth emitted a burst of black aura, and the figure looking down on the nine heavens waved his hand gently, and the voice like a god filled this netherworld ghost sea, but it made Ye Xuanhuang feel like a new life.

[The next is not an example......

The ghost aura dissipated, and thousands of ghost shadows re-rolled into the depths of the immortal mountain with the thick black mist, only a sturdy figure wearing tattered battle armor and dull eyes fell from mid-air and smashed heavily into the yellow dust.

.........

Even though a long time has passed now, when Ye Xuanhuang once again recalled the feeling of being heavily wrapped in thousands of ghostly ghosts and invading his lungs, he still couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine, which was why he was speechless by Ye Han's eyes in front of the city gate.

The body of the god general controlled by Ye Han was originally the body of a puppet transformed from death, even if Ye Han's original god entered it, there was still a dead aura in the eyes of the god general that could not be concealed.

The dead silence made him subconsciously recall the ghost king on the throne, no, he should be called the ghost emperor, naturally it was difficult to let go for a while.

"Barbarian King...... Barbarian ...... Xuanhuang's crown?"

Tianyi's mother-in-law called three times in a row, and the last one even brought a little power to shock her heart, which woke up Ye Xuanhuang, who was in a trance.

Ye Xuanhuang looked up at the slightly unswerving Tianyi mother-in-law on her face, and subconsciously blurted out: "It's not him, it's definitely not him! Although there is a little dead air on the body of this night, it can never be the original ghost emperor, this is far from ......."

Hearing this, Tianyi's mother-in-law was slightly stunned, but Gu Youhua on the other side laughed directly.

"Hahaha...... Ye Xuanhuang, have you been broken by someone? You are so embarrassed, it is almost insulting to the name of the prince, haha......"