Jiufang Qiudi looked at the black god who suddenly appeared and exclaimed, "Hey, isn't that the King of the Netherworld?" Why does he look like his son's brother? ”

The seven Vajra monks were in shock, and when they heard Jiufang Qiudi's words, they looked closely and found that the god really looked very similar to Fu Chenxue.

Zhengxing touched the bald skull and shouted, "Are the Netherworld King and Fu Gongzi related?" Maybe he is Fu Gongzi's sibling. ”

"Smack", Xuan Zhen's slap landed on Zhengxing's head, "You will talk nonsense, the King of the Netherworld is the legendary supreme god of hell, how can he be the sibling of Fu Gongzi?" ”

Zhengxing was unconvinced: "It's not a brother, why does he look exactly the same as Fu Gongzi?" ”

Xuantong and the others couldn't explain it, and they were even more in awe of Fu Chenxue: "Fu Gongzi is a Nine Heavens Divine Dragon, unfathomable, and ever-changing, how can we speculate?" ”

As soon as the King of the Netherworld appeared, all the 100,000 gods stopped, laid down their weapons, and bowed down to the gods in the air, joining in the chanting of the Song of the Underworld.

The chanting of 100,000 gods converged into a huge torrent, the wind and snow were still, the heavens and the earth were sad, the universe was whimpering, and the entire wilderness of the gods was shrouded in a mysterious and barbaric atmosphere.

Qi Jiu Ge looked at the black god on the field of divine burial, his expression was extremely solemn.

Dou Lian asked, "Lord Steward, what should we do?" Do you want to let Fu Chenxue go? ”

Mi Jiu Ge said: "It's not that we want to let him go, but whether he will let us go." ”

"Because of the Nether King?"

"Not only the King of the Netherworld, but also a hundred thousand gods!"

"You mean that the Nether King was created by Fu Chenxue?"

"Can you think of anyone else but him?"

"Let's go, won't the 100,000 gods fall into the hands of Fu Chenxue?"

"If my guess is correct, Fu Chenxue must have the Ghost Emperor's Huangquan Staff in his hand, otherwise, it would be impossible for him to destroy the ghost banner of Mixed Yuan Town, and it would be impossible for him to control the 100,000 gods."

"The Evil Luo Ghost Emperor has disappeared for 100,000 years, how could the Staff of Huangquan fall into Fu Chenxue's hands?"

"This is not something that needs to be concerned right now, what we need to do now is how to escape from the wilderness of the gods."

An envoy looked into the depths of the wind and snow with a terrified expression: "We...... There is no escape. ”

Everyone looked up, and the army of black and suppressed gods was rushing towards them through the wind and snow, and in the blink of an eye, a thousand Asura Divine Guards were surrounded.

The Nine Great Divine Envoys were all frightened and shouted in unison, "Lord Chief, what should we do?" ”

Qi Jiu Ge slowly pulled out a silver long sword, the name of the sword was "Silver Hook", it was an ancient divine soldier, and he had drunk the blood of countless gods. As soon as the blade came out of the sheath, the heavens and the earth trembled, and the faint cry of ghosts and gods sounded. Qi Jiu Ge pointed at the long sword and said coldly: "Kill it!" ”

Without saying a word, he rushed forward first with a silver hook in his hand, splitting the gods who were blocking in front of him and retreating again and again.

The Nine Great Divine Envoys and a thousand Asura Divine Guards were inspired and followed the Nine Songs to rush out and kill.

Suddenly, the sound of shouts and killings, roars, howls and the sound of weapons colliding echoed in the field of divine burial, and one after another Asura Divine Guards fell, and blood stained the vast snowfield.

Mi Jiu Song Gong participated in the creation, the silver hook flew up and down, advancing and retreating, such as the silver dragon dancing wildly, shining brightly, killing the gods and soldiers on their backs.

It's a pity that compared with the 100,000 gods, Mi Jiu Ge is completely inadequate. In less than half of the incense, most of the 1,000 Asura Divine Guards fell, and only five of the Nine Great Divine Envoys remained. If it weren't for the fact that Qi Jiuge's sword was really powerful, they would have been stuffed between their teeth by the army of gods.

Mi Jiu Ge fought very hard, the gods gathered more and more, and there were fewer and fewer people around him, he relied on the benefits of the silver hook, he could only temporarily protect himself, and he couldn't care about the life or death of the Asura Divine Guard.

Another wave of gods rushed up, and the remaining Asura Divine Guards were drowned in the black tide. After the tide passed, there were less than 100 Asura Divine Guards who could stand up, and there were still two people alive with the Divine Envoy.

Dou Lian didn't know how many knives he had received, and his whole body was soaked with blood, he looked at another wave of gods who were slowly approaching, inserted half of the spear into the snow, and knelt down in despair: "Lord Steward, please kill me with a sword...... I don't want to die at the hands of these ghosts......"

Mi Jiu Ge looked at the army of gods with no end in sight, knowing that after another wave of attacks, they would disappear. He gritted his teeth and said loudly: "The young master is leading the Naga Dragon Divine Guard to rush here, and there are also 100,000 God Clan troops with us, as long as we hold on, we will definitely be rescued." ”

Hearing that reinforcements were coming, the surviving Asura Divine Guards were all shocked, and their eyes shone with hope. But look at the army of gods who are slaughtered all over the mountains, and the light in his eyes dims again. They are not stupid, and they know with their feet that it is impossible to survive such an absolutely disparity attack.

Perhaps inspired by Mi Jiuge, Dou Lian jumped up all of a sudden, grabbed half of the spear, and shouted: "The left and right are dead, Lao Tzu fought with them......"

The gods gradually approached, and everyone knew that at the last moment, their faces were pale and their bodies were tense.

At this moment, the approaching army of gods stopped.

Dou Lian and the others were surprised to see the army of the gods slowly separating to both sides, leaving a passage in the middle. At the end of the passage, two young men and seven red-robed monks were approaching.

The girl made up pink and jade, and grabbed the young man's hand and came like a divine flower floating on the snowfield.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by her, and Dou Lian and the surviving Asura Divine Guard knelt down and choked up, "Subordinate...... See Her Royal Highness the Princess......"

Jiufang Qiu Di didn't speak, and his eyes were colder than the snow on the field of divine burial. Her gaze fell on Qi Jiuge, the temperature of the air dropped sharply, and everyone heard a faint sound of ice cracking.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Qi Jiuge's mouth, not knowing whether it was sad or self-deprecating.

Jiufang Qiu Di said coldly: "Mi Jiuge, I'm back, are you very unhappy?" ”

Qi Jiu Ge said lightly: "Her Royal Highness the princess ran away from home, and the young master sent many people to the Xiuzhen Continent to look for it. Now that His Highness has returned safely, the young master doesn't know how happy he is. ”

"Back then, you sent people to hunt down me and Granny Murong, but unfortunately I didn't die in your hands, are you unwilling?"

"Your Highness, don't listen to others to provoke, your subordinates are loyal to the young master, and they have always regarded the princess as a celestial, how can they do those boring things?"

"Mi Jiuge, I'm not a child, why bother saying things that you don't even believe? Wasn't the reason why my mother died because you and Concubine Xiang planned it? ”

"Your Highness, it seems that you have a deep misunderstanding of me, and you will not believe anything I say. What happened back then, I hope the young master can give you a reasonable explanation. ”