The Netherworld Hell is built in a bottomless sinkhole, and there is no sunlight all day long, with the only exception being the throne that once belonged to King Zhanghai.

Huge stone cliffs stretched out from the rock face, and a ray of light shone down from the sky, reflecting the empty throne.

Yang Xian held the white feather fan in his hand and stood in front of this throne, but he never sat down.

Looking down from this stone cliff, down is the former site of the two departments of the Netherworld, one division and eight prisons. However, with the withdrawal of all the disciples of the Netherworld, there are no traces of people in this prison at this moment, only ghosts are rampant.

A huge roar resounded from the abyss underground, and the feathers on the white feather fan in Yang Xian's hand trembled slightly. This shout is full of a palpitating meaning.

Rather than being a vertical structure, the Eight Netherworlds are surrounded by sinkholes and are connected by a plank path carved into the rock wall.

At this moment, except for the first prison in charge of the nine-headed ghost king, the other seven prisons were empty.

But even so, with the violent roar, it made the jailer's heart tremble. It took a lot of effort for the Nine-Headed Ghost King to appease the restless group of ghost pawns.

The violent roar was subdued a lot, but then a stream of spiritual qi surged up from the ground, like a blowout, and rushed into the sky.

In the midst of this spiritual current, a huge demon shadow flickered. The body of this demon shadow was virtualized, and only a pair of eyes were blood-red and weird.

"Prime Minister!"

The demon shadow's face was difficult to recognize, but there was still a hint of inexplicable meaning in his words.

Yang Xian waved his white feather fan, brushing away the somewhat scattered spiritual qi flow around his body, and the whirring wind around him disappeared.

This demon shadow swayed his figure, he took off his restraints, and Yang Xian had no guards around him at this time.

If Yang Xian is won in this way, then it will not be a great credit, maybe he will be able to return to the demon clan.

As soon as this idea emerged, it was difficult to contain it. Yang Xian stood in place, waving his feather fan slowly, as if he didn't notice the evil intentions of this demon shadow.

But in the end, the demon shadow still suppressed the thoughts in his heart. It's not that he doesn't dare, but because the person in front of him is Yang Xian.

has suffered a lot at Yang Xian's hands, and he knows that this kid is treacherous, how can Yang Xian leave such a big flaw for him?

The demon shadow hovering in the air finally turned into an orange-red light and landed on the stone cliff. And in this orange-red light, a figure slowly manifested.

"Luo is not to blame for the prime minister!"

The Demon Emperor is in charge of the four tribes and thirteen fierce tribes in the demon domain, and the four demons practice the art of alchemy, and the demon soul can trace the shape of the four fierce beasts in ancient times, and the leaders of these four tribes can inherit the name of these four fierce beasts.

As the former leader of the Poor Qi Tribe, Luo Wuyi lost everything he once owned after Wu Hao inherited the throne of the Demon Emperor.

What really made Luo Wuyi give up his previous stubbornness and plan to be loyal to Yang Xian was because of the Liangshu War not long ago. Huan Wu was defeated and retreated, and Yang Xian won the victory, which made Luo Wuyi change his mind.

"How's it going, this new body is still to your liking?"

"Not bad, indeed. But how did the Prime Minister manage to let my demon soul enter this new body? ”

"Following Rodin!"

Yang Xian said the name of the pill, but Luo Wuyi's face changed greatly. This elixir can suppress the demon soul in the body of the demon clan, thus having the effect of seizing the body.

But there are very few alchemists who can refine this elixir.

And the demon soul of the original owner of this body has already been devoured by Luo Wuyi. Although they are of the same clan, Luo Wuyi has no mercy at all.

Luo Wuyi's heart suddenly felt a chill, since Yang Xian was able to use Ji Luo Dan to help him, was it possible to use Ji Luo Dan to deal with other demon clans?

An elixir can not only help people, but also harm people. Among the demon clan, will there be Yang Xian's subordinates at this moment?

Luo Wuyi dispelled the sense of absurdity in his heart, and he was even more jealous of Yang Xian's methods.

"The prime minister asked me to come out at this time, but I have something to order?"

"No tongue, giant horns, green face."

Yang Xian said three names, maybe ordinary people would feel clueless, but Luo Wuxi, who was the former leader of the Qiqi Tribe, was very familiar.

These three names are the nicknames of the three demons in the demon clan, who do not obey the control of the demon emperor and set up their own demon party, and their subordinates each lead the demon soldiers and dominate the party.

When the previous Demon Emperor was in power, he had discussed with Luo Wuji many times and wanted to make them surrender, but in the end he failed.

The demons they set up were around Yongzhou, which was why the Demon Emperor wanted to subdue them in the first place.

Don't?

Luo Wuyi glanced up at Yang Xian and asked, "Does the prime minister want to subdue them and help him go north to the Central Plains?" ”

"Our army wants to go north out of the Central Plains, and since it is upright, how can it fake the demon clan and be talked about? I just think that this Netherworld Hell is empty, and there are still three ghost kings missing! ”

Yang Xian smiled, but this smile made Luo Wuyi shudder a little. He thought of the nine-headed snake of the past, and thought of the nine-headed ghost king of today, and he didn't feel a tremble in his heart.

"In terms of cultivation, the subordinates are indeed not inferior to them. However, these three big demons still have a large number of demon soldiers, and they are not easy to deal with. ”

Yang Xian waved his hand, and behind Luo Wuxie, on the long stone cliff, translucent huge figures appeared one after another, kneeling on the cold ground, lined up on both sides, and there was no end in sight.

He has a solemn look and a burly figure.

"These are wrestlers?"

If you want to refine a wrestler, you need to cultivate the soul of a demon in Jumang. And the number of wrestlers here made Luo Wuyi really a little frightened.

"Five of the demon souls that have refined these wrestlers are all demons who have cultivated to the realm of Jumang. Although their strength is different, they are enough for you to drive. ”

Yang Xian walked towards Luo Wuyi step by step, making him feel a great pressure. As the man approached, Luo Wuyi actually felt sweat welling up behind his back. saw Yang Xian lower his head and whispered in his ear.

"No matter what means you use, bring back the demon souls of those three great demons. and their inheritance shall be devoured by thee. That's your forte, isn't it? ”

"Subordinate.... Yes, sir! ”

There was an eagle roar in the sky, Yang Xian turned his head, and saw a gray eagle flapping its wings, swooping down, and landing on the armrest of the throne.

Yang Xian turned around, removed the bamboo bucket from the eagle's leg, opened the letter inside, and couldn't help frowning a little.

"The king is missing?"

In Luo Wuxie's somewhat surprised eyes, beside Yang Xian, a blue shadow slowly condensed and formed.

"Xian Chen, the king is missing, do you have a way to find her?"

"Xia Gong Nirvana devoured the Demon Emperor's demon seed, and also alienated the Demon Emperor's ability. As long as she uses this power, I, as a Heavenly Demon, should be able to sense it. ”

"I'm sorry for you!"