"You...... Who are you sacred? Ye Qiu held the golden hoop stick and hit it all the way to the main hall of Yama, and above the high position, the Emperor of the Underworld looked at Ye Qiu, who was approaching inch by inch, with a frightened face, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and asked cautiously.

"Dead book, bring it." Ye Qiu raised his hand and stretched out towards the Immortal Emperor.

"What?" At first glance, the Immortal Emperor thought that he had misheard, and asked in disbelief.

"No, where did you come from? Do you know what this dead book is? Why should I give it to you? The Immortal Emperor held the death book in his arms and stared at Ye Qiu with a cautious expression. Then he hurriedly summoned dozens of ghosts to surround him, separating himself from Ye Qiu.

"Hurry up! I don't have that much time, and if I grind again, I'll lift your Yama main hall. After Ye Qiu finished speaking, he directly threw out the golden hoop stick in his hand. The golden hoop rod rushed towards the plaque in the main hall of Yama as if it had eyes, and with a loud bang, the plaque shattered and fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the Immortal Emperor looked at the shattered plaque with a shocked expression, "I'll tell you...... Don't think I'm really afraid of you, I'm ...... I am the Emperor of the Underworld, and I am not afraid of you! Fighting his spirits, his feet under the table were already trembling with fright, and he finally held the shelf, but he didn't expect Ye Qiu to open it directly without saying a word.

Holding the golden hoop stick, he rushed towards the Immortal Emperor, and those ghosts who blocked him were directly picked up by Ye Qiu.

fell to the ground, and it was not miserable.

"I'm in the underworld, and I'm actually being served to a pot like a living soul in a no-man's land?" The Immortal Emperor was completely shocked by the scene in front of him, and looked at Ye Qiu in disbelief.

"What the hell are you coming from?" The Immortal Emperor couldn't help but ask with a roar.

"If you don't change your name, you won't change your surname, Tower of the Sun, Monkey King!" Ye Qiu stepped on the body of the ghost and walked up, came to the front of the Immortal Emperor, and then hooked his finger at the Immortal Emperor.

Hearing Ye Qiu's self-report, the trembling legs of the Emperor of the Underworld were still weak after all, and he collapsed directly to the ground with a flutter, and then looked at Ye Qiu with a frightened expression.

"You...... Aren't you already dead? The Immortal Emperor looked at Ye Qiu with trembling fingers, he remembered that the big demon was dead, but the soul had never come to the underworld. He sent countless ghosts to look for it, but they didn't find any trace of this great demon seed.

"Dead! Isn't it a state of soul now? Ye Qiu asked the Emperor of the Underworld with a straight face.

The Immortal Emperor's brain exploded all of a sudden, "You ......"

"Want to take me? The Emperor of the Underworld? Did you take me? The corners of his mouth hooked up a sarcastic smile, and Ye Qiu directly pressed the golden hoop stick against the throat of the Emperor of the Underworld, "I haven't killed so much now, if it was before, who would dare to ask for Lao Tzu's soul?" Lao Tzu made him to ashes, and then made himself the king of this underworld. Ye Qiu's words were definitely not bragging, if it was before, where would he say so much truth to the other party, and directly kill the count.

"......" The Immortal Emperor was like a great enemy, he was completely speechless, his voice was choked in his throat, and cold sweat fell on his forehead. You're going to die, what the hell are you going to do? "If a mortal wants a book of yang, he can understand, it is nothing more than that he doesn't want to die, and he wants to extend his life, but what is the use of wanting this book of death?

The Emperor of the Underworld was puzzled, so he opened his mouth to ask.

"Give it to me, why do you ask so much?" Ye Qiu frowned and said.

The Immortal Emperor had no choice, so he could only tremble and hand the death book he was protecting in his arms to Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu picked up the death book and flipped through it, and the book fell on the face of the Emperor of the Underworld, "Who are you pitting?" Not a single name! "No wonder Ye Qiu will be angry, open the book and look at it, it is blank, where is the name?

I don't even have a name, how do I cross it out?

"No! No, that name needs to be written in this paragraph, and if it's a dead person, the name will appear in the death book. Then you can cross it out and take his soul to the human world, or go to reincarnation. The Immortal Emperor opened his mouth tremblingly, carefully stretched out his hand and picked up the death book from the table, picked it up along with the judge's pen next to him, and handed it back to Ye Qiu's hand.

Ye Qiu raised his eyebrows, and he also saw the other party's intentions.

The other party estimated that he was a reckless man who couldn't write, but unfortunately, he was a modern college student with higher education, not to mention, and he was one of the members of the top killer organization.

Thinking of this, Ye Qiu picked up the brush and wrote Sun Ce's name in the death book.

Taking advantage of Ye Qiu's efforts to put down the golden hoop stick, the hands of the Immortal Emperor carefully planned to take out his weapon and plan to deal with Ye Qiu while Ye Qiu was writing. But who would have thought that this hand had just been raised, and a sharp pain came. This stick actually has its own consciousness, not to mention, and directly knocked his hand hard to warn!

Looking at the back of his swollen hand that was knocked with a stick, the Emperor of the Underworld was really silent at this time, and he didn't dare to move at all, and obediently raised his hand to watch Ye Qiu write Sun Ce's name in the death book. Then Ye Qiu crossed out the name again, and at the same time as the cross-out, a wisp of figure tied by the soul chain appeared on Ye Qiu's side.

"Unloaded." Looking at Sun Ce, who was tied like a zongzi, Ye Qiu's brows were deeply locked, and he scolded the Emperor of the Underworld.

The frightened Emperor immediately cast a spell and untied the soul chain on Sun Ce's body.

After unlocking the soul chain, the Emperor raised his eyes and looked at Sun Ce at this time, only to find that it was the strange man who came to hell after death and was repeatedly caught and thrown back by him to the eighteenth layer of hell because he wanted to escape from prison.

This strange Emperor of the Underworld originally planned to send him into the eighteenth layer of hell and never be able to transcend his life. Because he has repeatedly offended his divine might, but alas, he has no big fault, and he only wants to leave hell because he has concerns in the mortal world. Sin does not lead to death, so he cannot throw him into the eighteen layers of hell.

But the Emperor of the Underworld never expected that such a strange thing would have such a hard backstage, when did the relationship between humans and the demon boss be so good?

It's just that the leader of a small land, the big guy who can alarm the Tower of the Sun comes forward to get things done.

"Gone." After dealing with the matter, Ye Qiu returned the death book to the arms of the Emperor of the Underworld, but he took a pen and saw that the Emperor of the Underworld was directly confused.

"No, what did you do with the pen?" The Immortal Emperor didn't dare to offend Ye Qiu, so he asked cautiously.

"Meng Po's yang book, I still want to take a look." Ye Qiu dropped a sentence, and then directly took Sun Ce and left the main hall of Yama.

Hearing Ye Qiu's words, the Immortal Emperor sat down on the ground, his face pale, and he said that he was finished.