"Xiaoyou, it's hard for you to cover up this time!" Senior Huang took a sip of spiritual tea, and his left hand tapped regularly on the wooden table, and his voice was exciting.

"The first time I stepped into the sea of stars, I was happy for a while, and I accidentally killed too much. Isn't this little thing just a matter of one sentence for Senior Huang?" Soul Tian complimented on his face, but he couldn't help cursing in his heart, greedy and unfamiliar old fox.

"I'm only one of the people in charge of the Earth Law Enforcement Alliance in this realm, but I'm not the only one who can speak to the above, it's a bit difficult to be foolproof!" Senior Huang smiled, unmoved by the compliment in front of him. He is not a hairy boy like Mu Feng who can be easily dismissed.

Nangong Fan's slow-moving pace was slightly stunned when he heard the Earth Law Enforcement Alliance.

This power master has mentioned it many times for him, and he has a very high reputation. I thought it had long disappeared in the long river of history, but I didn't expect it to still exist in the world. But has even an organization like the Law Enforcement Alliance begun to decay? So that familiar mark must be the Earth he had seen in the sea of stars, right?

It's just that the law enforced by the Earth Law Enforcement Alliance is not just as one-sided as the imperial court, this is an organization of cultivators who act for the Heavenly Dao, and the Heaven for Heaven is the Heavenly Dao contained in the Holy Weapon of the Human Race. It governs thousands of spaces within the earth.

Nangong Fan no longer thought about the curves and curves, and continued to move his steps gently, while listening to the undisguised voices of the people in the inner room.

This incident is no longer something that he, a weak person who has just reached the Martial Emperor, can solve, the Earth Law Enforcement Alliance and the two behemoths of the Earth Ghost City Ghost Sect in this realm, I don't know if the Blood River Department can resist it, or will it choose to let it go? This also represents how much sincerity Nangong Fan will give to the Blood River Department.

If there was no arrival of the Earth Law Enforcement Alliance, Nangong Fan might have stepped forward directly, relying on the blood demon to drag the soul sky, and slaughtering the soul wind himself before leaving.

Although today's blood demon son can explode his combat power, how can he use a knife to kill chickens? Nangong Fan made a hard note in his heart for the two brothers Soul Wind and Soul Heaven.

The conversation between the four of them continued to come and go.

"Soul Wind, take out the gift prepared for Senior Huang. With a big move, Soul Heaven took a delicate box from the slightly nervous Soul Feng's hand, opened it for change, and pushed it in front of Senior Huang, and a mighty earth attribute aura surged from behind Nangong Fan, "Senior Huang, the kid is fortunate to have obtained this Heavy Mother Core, but unfortunately it is useless for my soul cultivation, please accept this little gift from Senior Huang." ”

I could faintly hear Senior Huang's slightly rough breathing, "I did this." ”

Nangong Fan shook his head slightly, and gradually quickened his pace. It took ten times more time than just now to step on the city gate, Nangong Fan looked back and took a deep look at the lonely empty city, his eyes flashing with coldness.

Nangong Fan stepped on the sparse spar by the city gate, turned into a streamer and fled towards the Moon River Forest.

At the moment when Nangong Fan stepped on the spar, thousands of meters away, Soul Tian, who was talking with Senior Huang, couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Virtuous nephew, what's wrong?" Senior Huang no longer has any traces of the core of the heavy mother in front of him, and he has already cherished it in the ring with him, and now his face is much friendlier than just now, and he is no longer as good as he was just now, obviously the core of the heavy mother is very in line with his heart.

"Senior Huang, it's fine. You continue to tell the little ones about your scenery and deeds in the ten states. The body of the soul sky floating on the stool gradually relaxed, and the pupils glowing with ghostly light, a touch of coldness flashed, and the little mouse who didn't know where he dared to explore the place where he was sitting?

It's just that compared to catching the little mouse now, it is more important to please the yellow senior in front of you.

He was confident that even if this little mouse was Sun Dasheng who was making trouble in the Heavenly Palace, since he stepped on the wreckage of the magic circle arranged by the Buddha, it would be impossible for him to escape from the palm of his hand.

The sun hanging high in the sky became an ornament, and this lifeless dead city did not have a ray of sunlight shining in it, but became even more gloomy, and the thick black fog spread over the dead city.

A wisp of black silk quickly chased after Nangong Fan, and there was a faint strange sound like a ghost crying wolf howling above Nangong Fan's knowledge of the sea, and someone seemed to be whispering softly in his ears.

"I died so unjustly......"

"I'm so unwilling to ......"

"Whew, why aren't you dead yet?

The vague words exploded in Nangong Fan Zhihai, making him panic for a while, giving birth to a feeling of being spied on in the dark, and before he could react, his steps flying against the ground seemed to be pulled by something. couldn't help but stumble, but he managed to stabilize his body, and the divine power that wrapped his body quickly fanned out in all directions, and the empty surroundings were completely reflected in his mind.

Nothing tugged at him, nothing whispered in his ear, as if everything was just his vanity.

Nangong Fan's eyes revealed solemnity, although his strength was not high, it was not a hundred thousand to have such an illusion. Then there is only one possibility, he was discovered!

A terrifying face full of blood stains appeared in front of him, and the empty eyes of the face left two conspicuous blood marks, Nangong Fan snorted softly, and his face turned into nothingness in the void like foam.

"Whew. The wolf's moan then resounded in his ears, exploding in Zhihai, making Zhihai ripple.

Nangong Fan's face couldn't help but turn pale, and the look in his pupils couldn't help but dim a little. Subconsciously looked down at his right leg that had just been pulled and tripped up, and on the blood river uniform, a black handprint loomed in front of his eyes.

"Is this the so-called ghost?" Nangong Fan couldn't help but have a trace of ridicule on his face, and he didn't know if he was laughing at the ghost for being too self-conscious with this kind of trick, or if he was laughing at himself but he didn't have good means for these little monsters.

This kind of invisible and colorless attack is indeed a bit of a headache for him now.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but feel a little regretful, it would be good if the third eye was really opened when he got the "Ten Thousand Beasts Recipe" in Heifu. This kind of demonic thing, even under the most ordinary third eye, will have nothing to hide.

Or there is a divine cultivation method, which really uses the divine power that is not weak today, and also has the ability to wrestle with these ghostly dirty things.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The sound of the wind, the wolf's moan, and the whispers of the wind twisted together.

If some timid people are probably already farting and urinating at this time, their minds are already broken. But this trick has no effect on Nangong Fan, the unknown is the most terrifying thing, and Nangong Fan, who has already guessed everything, will naturally not be moved in the slightest.

Nangong Fan snorted softly, the inconspicuous imp can only slightly attack people's souls, and Nangong Fan's sea of consciousness is protected by divine power, and this level of soul attack can basically be ignored.

The so-called ghosts are some soul cultivators who use various means to intercept souls that cannot enter reincarnation, and add some special means to have a certain degree of aggression.

Ghosts can be divided into small ghosts, powerful ghosts, fierce ghosts, ghost kings, and ghosts and gods according to the degree of intelligence.

Among the hundred sons of the human race, there was a ghost expert, and in that war-torn era, that guy left a lot of famous achievements. He has single-handedly resisted the hundreds of millions of coalition forces in the underworld without falling behind.

It is said that the ghost king can cultivate independently, no different from ordinary people, but such intelligent ghosts will turn against the so-called master if they are not careful.

Historically, it has been difficult for people who raise ghosts to get a good death, and there are many people who die at the hands of the ghosts they raise.

The magic weapon that he relied on to survive became the driving force that sounded his death knell, and I have to say that there was a bit of ridicule.

A group of imps who didn't dare to show their faces brought some trouble to Nangong Fan, but they only stopped there.

Nangong Fan ignored the many little ghosts around him who couldn't be seen, and flew straight towards the Moon River Forest, the holy breath of the Moon Lake in the center of the Moon River Forest is supposed to be the nemesis of all dirty things, not to mention breaking the enemy to win, but forcing the little ghost to show up should still be a problem.

Nangong Fan no longer concealed his figure, and the speed that erupted increased a lot, and the strength of his physique made him not afraid of the turbulence brought by extreme speed.

Just flew away for two or three seconds, and Nangong Fan's face became ugly.

With his speed, two or three seconds were enough to fly into the forest, but now he was barely three or two steps away from where he had just stood.

Ghost hitting the wall?

The hazy black mist shrouded Nangong Fan's body from far and near, and the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves was violent, and the black mist seemed to be condensed by thousands of illusory ghosts, and the eerie and terrifying aura stirred around.

Nangong Fan's face was solemn, this kind of ferocity was not just something that could be created by a fragile imp like paper.

"Pedal Pedal Tread".

The sound of uniform footsteps sounded all around, and the ground trembled slightly, as if an army was surrounded by a majestic force in the middle. The strange rhythm seemed to be stepping on Nangong Fan's heart, and his heart couldn't help beating with the sound of steps.

Nangong Fan's face was slightly pale, a trace of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth, but the pupils exposed under the blood-colored mask were full of calmness, and he looked at the dark and unclear surroundings slightly.

There was an eerie silence all around, like the calm before a storm.

Just for a moment, a pair of faint lights flashed not far away, and as it appeared, a series of "swish" sounds sounded all around, and a pair of deep lights appeared, until it stayed at the number ninety-nine pairs.

The one hundred and ninety-eight flickering gloom lights were like oil lamps flickering in the dark night, but they brought not light, but indescribable silence.

The ghostly light came from far and near, and it stopped at Nangong Fan less than a hundred meters away.

Ninety-nine pairs of ghostly lights were like ninety-nine pairs of ruthless cold eyes, staring at Nangong Fan who was surrounded by them in the center.

Nangong Fan's eyes could easily explode their arrogant thoughts without the appearance of the ghost thing he had just envisioned, but he was very dignified.

The icy chill was still floating upward, and the black mist surrounding Nangong Fan seemed to divide the entire world into two halves, one for the human world and the other for hell.

Nangong Fan had a bitter smile in his eyes, looking at this little ghost who had advanced and retreated, and understood that there was a powerful ghost with a certain spirituality behind them.

As if to confirm Nangong Fan's guess, a pair of green eyes appeared outside the circle surrounded by ghostly light, looking directly at Nangong Fan with boundless sharpness.

The connected glow moved down slightly, as if to welcome the appearance of the king.

The black fog is shrouded, like a silent night, and a hundred ghosts walk at night, and the sky is cold.