Wang Bo estimated that if he wanted to kill the bull-headed jailer with brute force, he could only blow the other party up again and again, and then wear out the other party's yin qi little by little.

And this process is bound to be a very long process, which may last for several hours, or even more than ten hours.

But fortunately, Wang Bo has learned enough things, even if he doesn't have the true qi of the sun, he still has magic, magic, and a small universe.

"Thunder Spear!"

Wang Bo raised his hand, and the vast magic power poured out from his body, turning into thunder, gathering in Wang Bo's palm, and forming a sharp spear in his house.

The spear was carved with delicate patterns, like a sacred work of art, and the tip of the spear was aimed at the bull-headed jailer who had just stood up.

"Pick up!" Wang Bo roared and threw the Thunder Spear in his hand with all his might, and the Thunder Spear pierced through the air in the blink of an eye, as if it could jump in space, and appeared in front of the bull-headed jailer.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the bull-headed jailer turned into a black mist in the sky, avoiding the Thunder Spear.

However, the Thunder Spear still destroyed a part of the black mist, and after flying out for hundreds of meters, it nailed to the wall of the mountain peak with a thud, and then exploded with a bang.

In an instant, a brilliant light rose in the sky, illuminating the entire Valley of the Wicked.

The brightness and power of this light is unparalleled, and although it is as brilliant as fireworks and fleeting, it has caused considerable destruction.

The light was mixed with countless subtle electric lights, speeding in all directions, filling the entire Valley of the Wicked, whether it was on the ground, on the streets, on the walls, on the houses, everywhere these subtle electric lights.

In the gloomy valley of the wicked, I don't know how many ghosts and ghosts were haunted by these electric lights and let out hysterical wails.

The entire Valley of the Wicked suddenly let out a continuous scream, and the ghosts cried and howled.

The dark clouds that floated upwind in the Valley of the Wicked all retreated under this electric light, and were torn to pieces.

The bull-headed jailer gathered the yin qi in the sky together, forming his own body, and looked at Wang Bo with a solemn gaze, the man in front of him who had no mana, but was armed with strange arts, was an unprecedented enemy he had ever seen.

Such an enemy is worth burning everything yourself to fight.

He took a deep breath, the fine electric light around him was wiped out, and the scattered yin qi gathered in his body like a hundred rivers returning, but in the blink of an eye, the bull-headed jailer doubled.

"I'll admit it, you're the most formidable foe I've ever seen."

"But as the head of the bull, the yin god of the underworld, I will never allow anyone to destroy the underworld."

"In order to protect the underworld, I am willing to sacrifice everything."

As he spoke, more and more Yin Qi was inhaled into his body by the bull-headed jailer, and his body kept expanding, at least five times larger than just now.

The ghost fire on his body was already burning like a substance, and the temperature released by the ghost fire was not a high temperature, but a low temperature, a low and outrageous temperature.

"I'll give everything I have to hit this blow if you ......"

Sou!

Suddenly, a ray of light fell from the sky and pierced the bull-headed jailer's shoulder, which in an instant turned into flesh and splattered out.

Huh? The bull-headed jailer was stunned for a moment and looked up.

I saw that dense golden circles of light appeared in the sky one after another, and within the aperture, a weapon with powerful fluctuations extended.

"I'm sorry, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."

Wang Bo waved his hand lightly, and the swords, guns, and halberds in the sky fell from the sky, penetrating the body of the bull-headed jailer, and these weapons all emitted strong fluctuations, and every time they pierced the bull-headed jailer's body, they would wear out a part of the yin qi in his body.

Wang Bo looked at the bull-headed jailer who was overwhelmed by the weapon with an expressionless face, and before the other party had time to make a statement, he left directly, which was a complete exit.

The entire projection was torn to pieces by Wang Bo's royal treasure.

Wang Bo looked at the disappeared bull-headed jailer and smiled slightly, the first actual battle of the king's treasure was not bad, and enemies like the bull-headed jailer could be easily solved.

In a sense, this thing is not a loss.

Seeing the death of the bull-headed jailer, the ghosts of the Valley of the Wicked fled in all directions screaming one by one.

The reason why they stayed in the Valley of the Wicked was because the bull-headed jailer did not allow them to leave.

They are no match for the bull-headed jailers at all.

But now that the bull-headed jailers have been solved by Wang Bo, they are naturally not Wang Bo's opponents, especially when they heard that Wang Bo's purpose in coming to the Valley of the Wicked was to clean them up.

Fools are just staying here.

"I want to go, but I can't do it."

Wang Bo used his telekinetic power to lock onto the fleeing ghosts, and the weapons of the king's treasure aimed at everyone present and projected them out one after another.

Weapon after weapon pierced through the bodies of the ghostly spirits, killing them completely.

Some of these weapons are artifacts, some are magic weapons created by dwarves, and some are psychic magic weapons obtained by Wang Bo, which is quite convenient to deal with these ghosts.

These psychic magic weapons flew super fast, easily penetrating one ghost after another.

"Don't."

"Spare us, please spare us."

"I don't want to die."

In the face of the wailing and begging for mercy of the ghosts, Wang Bo was unmoved, what kind of place is this, it is the Valley of the Wicked, and there are basically few good things that enter it.

He was a wicked person in life, and he is also a demon after death, so it is better to kill it cleanly.

However, in a few breaths, all the ghosts and ghosts were swept away by Wang Bo, and without exception, they were all wiped out.

Then, Wang Bo took control of the king's treasure and retrieved the thrown weapons.

These are all the boutiques collected by Wang Bo, just throw them out, look at the world, they can definitely be called divine weapons, even if it is a deer cutting knife, an immortal sword, or an overlord gun.

After recovering these weapons, Wang Bo came to Wangxiangtai.

Located in the Valley of the Wicked, the Wangxiang Terrace is extremely majestic, like a ghostly workmanship, which is amazing.

Wang Bo climbed the lookout platform and looked down condescendingly, the legend says that the lookout platform can let ghosts see their hometown, Wang Bo also wants to try what is strange about this lookout platform.

Even if this lookout is not a real lookout, it's just a projection, and it should have a bit of power of the ontology.

When Wang Bo found himself standing on the lookout platform, his vision was raised by a strange force, and he could see what was happening in almost any corner of the entire world.

In fact, not only in Asia, but also in Europe and the Americas, what is happening, the people who died, Wang Bo can also see it.

This came as a surprise to him.