"Go, go, you're dead! look!"

"If you don't leave, I'll kill you!"

"Look, have you seen enough?"

In the murky space, a winding path lined with small, blood-red flowers blooming on the cliffs.

A strange procession approached, almost all of them, with a few exceptions, dressed in gray-white prison uniforms, dragging heavy gray chains on their limbs, walking aimlessly.

Behind them, there were hideous-looking figures in twos and threes, these figures were extremely strange-looking, some of them had a bull-headed human body, and some of them had a horse-faced human body, and they were scolding and waving the red-glowing iron whip in their hands, and whipped them at the group of people in white prison uniforms.

Every time this whip is drawn to a person's body, a small crack will appear on the person's body, and then the whole person is beaten and scattered, and the prisoners in front of them see this scene, and they dare not speak out one by one, and can only succumb to the obscenity of these ghosts.

That's right, this is the underworld, and this group of people are some souls who have long since died.

But they are not ordinary people's souls, before they die, this group of prisoners are all anti-heaven existences, they are all monks of the ancient immortal realm, if they are not dead, no matter which one comes to this underworld, they can easily destroy the existence of the entire underworld, it can be said that any one of these people is picked out, and they are all existences that are vertical and horizontal in the six realms before their deaths.

However, it is a pity that they are now dead, or to put it another way, they were all stripped of their immortal books with great mana during their lifetime, and they became the same mortals.

No matter how brilliant their lives were at the beginning, now they can only helplessly let these ghosts drive them.

"Whew! You dare to hit me? Little ghost, do you know that this seat was a demon from the East when he was alive, believe it or not, this seat can eat you in one bite!

"Don't talk nonsense, you're already dead! If you waste your time here again, believe it or not, you will be blown away with a whip?" A ghost in a black robe saw another person in the crowd who thought he was outstanding jump out, and at this time he also sneered and raised the iron whip in his hand.

And when the soul of the self-proclaimed Donglai Demon Venerable saw this iron whip, even if he was dissatisfied in his heart, he could only scold this ghost in his heart at this time, and then shrank back into the crowd in fear.

After all, although he was proud of himself before his death, he was not really afraid of death, but he had seen this ghost almost whipped down with his own eyes, and a certain powerful soul that was several times more powerful than him in his life was also beaten and scattered.

Seeing that this demon venerable had become so acquainted at this time, the ghost cha also nodded with satisfaction, and when he was inflating himself, suddenly, there was a commotion behind the team.

A minotaur almost turned around when he heard the sound, and was about to curse a few times in his mouth, but as soon as he saw the appearance of the comer, he immediately couldn't help but shudder in his heart, and then closed his mouth tightly in fright.

This murderer, also dead?

This minotaur almost broke out in a cold sweat, and such a thought was born in his heart.

In the name of the Difu Yama, they went to the battlefield of the Ancient Immortal Realm to collect the souls of the immortals, but they didn't expect to see the soul of this murderer this time.

I saw that this person was dressed in a white robe and looked gentle and elegant, but at this time, whether it was a ghost or a death row prisoner, he was full of jealousy in his heart, and he didn't really regard him as a gentle person at all.

Because, almost everyone here knows this white-robed man, and at the same time, in their hearts, the appearance of this person is simply engraved on their hearts like a knife.

Not for anything else, just because, with the opening of the battlefield of the Ancient Immortal Realm, so many Ancient Immortals died, in the final analysis, the source is this person.

How many immortals this murderer has killed over the years, even the ghosts who have been attracting souls here can't be counted.

I only know that when this number is said, I am afraid that many people will be scared to death.

Tens of thousands of years ago, this murderer suddenly rose into the sky, slaughtered the immortals in the fairy world, and triggered the battlefield in the fairy world.

No one knew where the murderer came from, or why he was so fond of slaughter, and everything about the murderer seemed to be a mystery.

But even these ghosts themselves didn't expect that this murderer would actually die.

Does it mean that this immortal war that has lasted for tens of thousands of years has officially ended?

A minotaur thought so, but at this time, this minotaur was still immersed in his own world, and he didn't react at all that at this time, the murderer who provoked the fairy war in his mouth had already walked in front of him.

When he reacted, he happened to look at the person in front of him, and a layer of dense sweat appeared on the forehead of this minotaur in an instant.

"Get out. ”

The murderer spoke slowly, as if there was no expression on his face, and even those eyes were full of coldness.

The minotaur was almost frightened when he heard this, and he was about to cower and get out of the way, but the next moment he thought of a question.

No, now this murderer is dead, no matter how powerful he was in life, but after his death, even if you have a thousand spells in this underworld, they are useless, and when you come here, you still need to be afraid of him?

Thinking of this, this bull-headed ghost immediately straightened his back in his heart, as if he had figured out something: "Gu Zhun, don't forget, now that you are dead, just a soul, if you stood in front of me before you died, this ghost may still be scared and his legs will be weak, but who made you dead, what waves can you make now?" The ghost said, and then the iron whip in his hand was raised, and the gesture was to give this murderer a dismount.

At the same time, this minotaur still thought in his heart, if he could whip this murderer today, I am afraid that after he goes back, this capital will be enough for him to blow for tens of thousands of years.

After all, this ancient ruthless man who slaughtered many immortals with both hands during his lifetime.

Gu Zhun's eyes were cold at this time, looking at the greasy and crooked little ghost in front of him, this is already more than forty along the way, why does everyone think that after he dies, he has no power to resist, and he wants to step on his own position?

Gu Zhun muttered in his heart, did he not kill enough during his lifetime? Leaving out the underworld, it seems that there are still people who don't understand their iron-blooded methods.

How did they think they died?

If it weren't for the goal being achieved, he was tired of exploding his immortal body, and he was only in the ancient immortal realm, who could really kill himself in those group of wine bags and rice bags?

Gu Zhun moved his eyelids slightly, and stretched out a hand lightly, just like strangling the neck of a chicken, strangled the bull-headed ghost just now, and lifted it into the air.

"Do you really think that if I die, you will be able to on the head of this seat? Leave you a dog's life and take this seat to the six realms of reincarnation!" Gu Zhun sneered, the minotaur was still waving the whip just now, but he didn't expect that in just an instant, this murderer picked himself up with one move, just like beating his son, and completely frightened this minotaur cha.

Originally, the Dead Soul Iron Whip, which was specially made by the underworld to deal with these ghosts, lost its effect when facing this murderer at this time, as if it had encountered a nemesis.

This bull-headed ghost was almost frightened, how dare he say anything, he was immediately pinched by Gu Zhun and pointed his head like a chicken pecking rice, and he couldn't wait to break his head.

This murderer is so fierce even after he dies.

Seeing that Gu Zhun was carrying a ghost who was still a powerful man just now, behind him, among those crowds, many people couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, and immediately sighed infinitely.