At the bottom of the Netherworld, the lava flows. The flames were steaming, and the red light reflected the palace and a worried face.

Luo Wuyi looked at the man holding a feather fan in the palace, and in front of Yang Xian, there were three ghost kings.

No tongue, giant horns, green face.

The ghost king refined with these three great demon souls has distinctive characteristics.

The ghost king belongs to the top combat power among the ghost pawns, and it is different from ordinary ghost pawns, with a dark color and a glazed luster.

These three ghost kings are huge in size, and their appearance is even more bizarre.

The tongueless demon soul is a dragon, after refining into a ghost king, it has dragon power inside, and if you look closely at the glass skin outside, it is in the shape of scales.

The Giant Horned Ghost King is the largest of the three Ghost Kings, and even the Nine-Headed Ghost King can't compare to it, with a giant horn on his head, which is extremely hard.

The blue-faced demon soul was originally a thunder beast, good at resisting Mizusawa. And the blue-faced ghost king is the shortest and most generous of the three ghost kings, with a green face and angry eyes, and a very powerful appearance.

Luo Wuyi saw it in his eyes, and he had seen Yang Xian's process of refining these three ghost kings from beginning to end these days, and he had to sigh at the subtlety of this magic technique.

These three ghost kings have memories that belong to those big demons, but they turn a deaf ear to this property. It was Luo Wuyi, the enemy, who was standing in front of them, and their emotions did not fluctuate a little.

Yang Xian waved his feather fan, and with some command, the three ghost kings walked towards the outside of the palace. When he passed by Luo Wuyi's side, he didn't even blink his eyes, as if he was a stranger.

These days, Yang Xian has been in retreat in this Netherworld Prison in order to refine the Ghost King, and at the same time, there are more than a dozen refiners and monks in the Thousand Machines Pavilion who are in retreat.

It took a huge amount of resources to refine these three ghost kings, and Luo Wuyi didn't expect that the Shu Kingdom actually stored so many materials that only monks needed.

Luo Wuyi looked at Yang Xian, afraid of his methods, and didn't know how many of his clansmen would be imprisoned in this seemingly empty Netherworld Prison in the future. Seeing Yang Xian's gaze, Luo Wuyi took a few steps forward and presented the dragon cone with both hands.

"My lord! The minister has completed his mission and hereby returns this magic weapon. In addition, the Soul Lock Beads have all been handed over to the Thousand Machines Pavilion. ”

Yang Xian took the dragon peck cone and inserted it into his bun, dressed in plain clothes, wearing a big hat, with a long body and a face as white as jade, which looked very special in this underground prison.

"What is the situation of the demon clan now?"

"Wu Hao annexed several big demons near the demon domain and surrendered to many big demons. At this time, the demon domain is stepping up the training of demon soldiers, and the intention of going south is obvious. ”

Yang Xian nodded and smiled lightly.

"There are more than ten large and small demons on the periphery of Yongzhou. Now that these three big demons have been arrested, and the demon cube where they are located has also been exterminated, presumably the rest should be vigilant. ”

"The strength of these demon cubes is not weak, if they are gathered, I am afraid that Huan Wu will also have a headache, especially at this time."

Now Wu and Chu are attacking fiercely, and Nanyang and Xuzhou are in danger. Huan Wu is seriously ill again, and the rivers and mountains of Daliang are really a little stormy.

Thinking of this, Luo Wuyi didn't feel a pain in his heart, and his body trembled.

Yang Xian saw it in his eyes and waved his feather fan lightly.

"You're hurt?"

"When I was fighting with Qing, I was hit by his thundercloud arrow, and I was only slightly injured."

The demons in the four tribes, nine clans and thirteen fierce ones can reach the four realms, and they can be called big demons. However, not all those who can be called great demons stop at these four realms.

It's like a bloody killing aura in the army, which ordinary soldiers can learn. There are also a lot of exercises that have evolved based on this bloody killing qi, and some of them are also very powerful.

However, not all monks in the military were content to practice the Bloody Killing Qi. Similarly, not all demons are satisfied with these four realms.

The cultivation method of the Poor Qi Department is unique among the cultivation system of the demon clan. If all the complex cultivation exercises of the demon clan are listed as a skill list, then the cultivation exercises of the Poor Qi Department are different from the mainstream and can be listed as a skill tree on their own.

There are not many people who can have this kind of special skill tree among the demon clan. In addition to the royal veins of the demon clan, there are only four demons and a few families.

Luo Wuyi fought against three great demons at the level of a great grandmaster one after another, and destroyed three demons. Although with Yang Xian's help, the injuries he suffered will definitely not be as easy as he said.

Yang Xian took out a pill from his sleeve and handed it to Luo Wuyi.

"This is Gu Ming Dan, after eating it, go to retreat and heal!"

"Thank you, lord, for your kindness!"

Luo Wuyi naturally understood the value of this elixir, he took the elixir in Yang Xian's hand, gave it up, and then turned around and left the palace.

The bronze door slowly opened, and not long after Luo Wuyi left, Lou Jing rushed over with a solemn face.

"Master Lou, aren't you rebuilding the sect of the Netherworld? How did you get here? ”

Ye Dongyang, Lou Jing and others have been busy for the affairs of the sect these days. Lou Jing rushed over at this time, which was indeed a little beyond Yang Xian's expectations.

"My lord, the situation is urgent. Yang Chunzhen guarded the string city, and he couldn't be separated from the Xia family, so I came here to tell him. ”

"What's going on?"

"There are changes in Nanyang and Xuzhou. Huan Wu cheated and pretended to be sick. Cai Tong lightly advanced against the enemy, fell into Huan Wu's plan, and suffered heavy losses. More than a dozen Chu generals were besieged to death by the Liang army in order to cover Cai Tong's evacuation, and 50,000 Chu troops were captured by the Liang army. ”

Yang Xian waved his fan, without much surprise.

"The grain and grass of the Liang army at this time is simply not enough to supply the 50,000 Chu army, how did Huan Wu deal with it?"

"Huan Wu ordered, all of them will be killed!"

The feather fan in Yang Xian's hand stopped, and he took a slight breath of cold air.

"Huan Wu is really good! What about Xuzhou? ”

"The Marquis of Wu entered Xuzhou and won successive battles, but he fell into the trick of Xuzhou assassin Wang Bin, was lured into the city, and almost died. Later, under the protection of a group of Wu generals, when the remnants retreated to the rocky beach, they were ambushed and killed by Modu, the king of the East China Sea, and the lord of Wu died. ”

"Huan Wu actually made Modu?"

Yang Xian was a little surprised, why did Mo Du help Huan Wu?

"I don't know, but I only know that when Mo Du was originally victorious and complacent, he was attacked by Zhao Palace's Fei Lian army, and he himself became a prisoner of Huan Wu. Mo was escorted into the Shendu, bent his knees, and was killed for Huan Wu. The forces under the command of Mo Du in the East China Sea were scattered, and his younger brother and subordinates cut off the claimed king, and they all declared themselves vassals to Huan Wu. ”

In just a few months, the originally stormy Liang State immediately recovered to become the overlord of the past.

"Huan Wu, this old thing is really powerful!"

With a feather fan, Yang Xian's leisurely laughter echoed in the underground palace.