......

With his own strength, he defeated the Ten Palaces of Hades!

Fan Wusu looked at the Rakshasa demon in the distance, and he had no intention of making a move. Also, anyway, as long as Xie Bi'an is fine, what does it have to do with him if there is anything in the underworld!

Ji Gongyan's own underworld, let's leave it to him to watch by himself.

Whether the city is destroyed or not, Fan Wusu doesn't want to care, let alone can't care.

The body is like a jade tree, and the long eyebrows are like willows. The black clothes broke through the ground and left the city in vain.

Dressed in white, his face was as pale as snow. The white clothes walked serenely, and came from the Senluo Palace.

Before the city of vain,

The female ghost's face was full of disbelief: "Little ......"

But this voice was finally stifled by Xie Bi'an's indifferent gaze.

"Rakshasa demons! Take your life! Looking at the seriously injured Hades on the ground, Xie Bi'an was furious, and even raised the mourning stick and threw it at her.

"It turns out that the little stutter is really dead!" The female ghost smiled miserably, without any intention of evading.

Yes, how dare she hide from her who always likes to play with other people's feelings?

She was the one who didn't be an impermanence woman at the beginning, and she was the one who wanted to be an impermanence woman later!

Could it be that the little stammering feelings are something that she abandons and wanders away?

The winds of the south cannot withstand the cold of the north, and the affection of the late is cheaper than the grass.

It's just a violation of the agreement with Qiqi and a great opportunity to reshape his body. It's just that he broke into the underworld single-handedly, exposing the hidden strength that he has been trembling in the world for many years...... Nothing more.

Does this mean that the little stutterer has to come back to her?

The little stammering is the seventh master! It's the underworld, handsome, white, impermanent! Does she deserve it? An ancient Rakshasa ghost with the blood of the Ghost Emperor, his hands are stained with innocent blood, and he is burdened with monstrous crimes, and everyone shouts to beat and kill.

"Die!" Xie Bi'an did not hesitate at all, and the mourning stick in his hand was infinitely close to the female ghost.

"Kill her!"

"Kill the Rakshasa demons!"

"The Seventh Master is mighty!"

“......”

I don't know who started it, and the shouts of everyone around shook the sky.

The female ghost was still motionless, and Xie Bi'an guessed that she should have been scared silly.

But even so, he still didn't spare the slightest hand, his eyes were extremely firm, for the sake of the underworld, for the sake of hundreds of millions of living beings, the Rakshasa demon must die today!

"Hum~"

And at this critical moment, the mourning stick suddenly trembled, and it was actually a rebellion against him.

Xie Bi'an was shocked, and hurriedly instilled mana again, but who expected that the mourning stick was like a stubborn donkey, and he just refused to drop a cent.

Crying mourning stick, the ancient ghost emperor's natal divine weapon, there is a spirit in the weapon, the ghost emperor falls, and the spirit falls. The female ghost is fed with essence blood every day, and the spirit is reborn, carrying the breath of endless desolation, wrapped in the joy of the rakshasas. The mourning stick has become nirvana because of love, and it has gone beyond the ranks of weapons!

The mourning stick was silently fixed in front of the woman's grimace, only a fraction of a minute away from her forehead.

A big tear flowed out, and she finally made up her mind: "I like you~"

"Huh?" Xie Bi'an was like being struck by lightning, and a trace of strange fluctuations flashed in his eyes.

"Rakshasa demons weeping?"

"How can a ghost shed tears?"

"Haha, she's not scared yet!"

"The Rakshasa demon was so frightened that he wept!"

“......”

The people around them were gossiping, and Rao had been dealing with ghosts for many years, and they had never heard of ghosts shedding tears.

"I like you—"

Feeling Xie Bi'an's indifference, the heart-rending voice of the female ghost resounded in the underworld.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and now everyone heard it clearly, the Rakshasa demon said that he liked the Seventh Master!

"Bang!"

I don't know if it was because the force in her hand was too strong, or because the screaming just now was too violent, the wine jug in the female ghost's hand suddenly exploded.

Of course, it may also be for her life!

"Little ...... Knot...... Bar! The female ghost looked at the shards of the jug on the ground, and instantly shook into chaff.

Then, in a frenzied tremor, she slammed to the ground and began to desperately pick up the pieces with the handwriting like a scavenger.

Is this still the demon who threatens to destroy hundreds of millions of living beings in the underworld? Xie Bi'an had a trace of doubt in his head.

In fact, it was not only Xie Bi'an, but even everyone around him looked at each other in such a contrast.

"Hehe~" Looking at the four words 'wealth at first sight' spelled in her hand, the female ghost smiled stupidly:

"Little stammer, sister will take you away! Everyone here is the big bad! ”

Murderous, she was so gentle with the pile of broken pot slag in her hands.....

At the end of ancient times, Rakshasa was born, and he was the emperor of Zhen.

Seek poverty with the tiger, and choose to fall in white.

As soon as the mourning stick came out of the ghost suit, the handsome and impermanent Xie Bi'an.

The body was reshaped and nodded, and the wine was hidden in the pot.

Slash the fierceness on the boulder, and step on the underworld single-handedly.

defeated the king of Hades before the city died in vain, and the seventh master slowly took his life.

A bowl of tea and soup is broken, and there is no small stuttering in the world.

Once a ghost makes a mistake for life, there will be no crying ghosts again!

......

"Hey, Eighth Master, of course Seventh Master is going to the Dead City to resist the Rakshasa Demon!"

"Who allowed you...... Die! Looking at the little ghost in front of him, Fan Wusu was full of thunder.

"Eighth Master...... Eighth Master...... I have Cui Fujun's order! "The little ghost is a little stubborn.

The soul chain in his hand erupted with a dazzling black mang, and Fan Wusu answered him with action.

The cold chains struck his throat mercilessly, and the little ghost's eyes widened in horror, and in the blur, the last picture he saw was the black dress with an anxious face.

Break through the ground and go straight to the dead city!

The soul chain in his hand clicked, and Fan Wusu sped up again.

The Rakshasa demon is so ferocious, the king of the ten halls of Hades can't help it, Xie Bi'an is afraid that he will die for a lifetime!

The surrounding devastation swept back rapidly, and the dead city was rubbed one after another.

In the center, a white dress with a face like snow!

"This idiot is really here!" Fan Wusu did not hesitate at all, and immediately urged the soul chain in his hand.

"Little stammer~ obedient, sister, I'll take you away."

Bang –

For Fan Wusu, who was killed, the female ghost didn't even raise her head at all, she just shook her hand back lightly and slapped it to the ground!

In an instant, a gloomy face appeared in mid-air.

"See the Son of Heaven~"

"See the Son of Heaven~"

“......”

The sound of kneeling and bowing around continued to sound, and the ten palace kings on the ground, who were seriously injured, suddenly woke up, and they all began to struggle desperately to get up and bow down.

Fan Wu was helpless, so he turned his head and looked at him.

At this moment, the two looked at each other......

......

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(End of chapter)

Well...... Thank you very much for coming to cheer and feel the warmth of everyone, Sen Sen is really flattered, and I will definitely do my best to add a few more chapters in the case of continuous updates every day. Then, I am very sorry about the paper version of Chenghuang, but it is not yet, because whether it will be published or not depends on the results of the online serialization, or I will contact the publisher at my own expense. I'm still in school, and I really don't have the ability to publish at my own expense, so I can only watch the serialized results...... Hopefully, the good ones are behind.