The Holy Maiden of Shaking Light, Mingyun, Lin Yunling, and the Four Maidens of Xiayi descended here, and their own immortal qi clashed with the ubiquitous yin qi.

Zizizizi!

For thousands of years, according to Ming Xiaoyang's orders, the Emperor of the Town Prison has arranged a formation pattern in the entire underworld to gather the yin energy in the universe.

Today, the underworld has been transformed into a strange place between the two worlds of yin and yang, which makes people shudder.

The immortal qi on the four women's bodies is tantamount to deadly poison for the weird and gloomy yin qi, and the yin qi is restless, which immediately alarms the people in the underworld.

"Who is it?"

"There is an enemy invasion!"

"Who is the master, who dares to come to the underworld to be presumptuous?"

A loud shout rang out.

Ming Xiaoyang's breath is mellow and wishful, as long as he doesn't want to leak it, no matter who he is, he can't feel the existence of any immortal energy.

Xia Yi and the other four women were transformed into immortal bodies, which is equivalent to an alternative existence of enlightenment, but the cultivation fueled by seedlings can not be compared with Ming Xiaoyang, who has cultivated asceticly.

Suddenly, the dungeon was layered on top of each other, countless armies were restless, and countless soldiers and horses rose into the air, sweeping in from all directions.

Sen Han's murderous aura made the four girls frown.

"Hey, it's up to you next." The Shaking Light Saintess leaned over to Ming Xiaoyang's side and muttered in a low voice.

"Don't worry, it won't delay you." Ming Xiaoyang stretched out a hand, hugged the slender waist of the Shaking Light Saintess, and chuckled.

When Mingyun and the other three girls saw this scene, they were already surprised.

After getting along for 5,000 years, they have long been accustomed to the romance of their own man, at least he is romantic, but he knows what women can touch and what women can't touch.

"Presumptuous!" When the army of the underworld arrived, they saw the invaders flirting in front of them, and a grim and terrifying general of the underworld changed color and held the spear in his hand.

"When death is on the verge of death, you dare not take my underworld in your eyes!"

"Do it!"

As he spoke, the general waved his palm and gave orders to the soldiers and horses beside him.

Boom!

Almost endless soldiers and horses raised their blades, for these people in the underworld who are no different from the walking dead, completing the task is everything!

Layers of blades were raised high, and the sound of uniform footsteps sounded, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses pressed towards Ming Xiaoyang and the other five.

"What a death!" Ming Xiaoyang looked helpless, and with his hand on his forehead, a bright ball of light appeared on a slender finger.

The terrifying immortal aura condensed, instantly turning this gloomy and terrifying underworld into a sunny fairyland.

Once the power accumulated in it bursts out, it is enough to raze the underworld to the ground.

Just then, a voice rang out.

"Stop!"

The eerie and terrifying voice was full of infinite anxiety, turning into a streamer of light, piercing the gap between time and space, and reaching the sky.

"Meet the Hell Emperor!"

The army of the underworld felt the breath transmitted from the other party, and they all fell to the ground and sang in unison.

In the blink of an eye, the hundreds of thousands of murderous soldiers and horses became loyal servants at the feet of the Prison Emperor.

But to the surprise of all the spiritual underworld soldiers, the Prison Emperor, who is the lord of the underworld, made an unexpected move in front of those bold invaders.

"The subordinate town prison emperor pays a visit to the Immortal Venerable and meets the four ladies." Dressed in armor, the majestic and domineering Emperor of the Prison Emperor bowed down and bowed respectfully, bowing at the feet of Ming Xiaoyang.

What the?

The soldiers of the underworld will hear the name of the Emperor of the Prison Emperor to the person who came, and they will be shocked and inexplicable.

Immortal Venerable?

Are you kidding!

When did I have such an existence in my underworld!

Could it be that the underworld has changed hands unconsciously?

"Get up!" Ming Xiaoyang glanced at the Emperor of Prison and said lightly, "In the past thousands of years, you have done a good job and have not disappointed this seat." ”

"Xie Xianzun praises!" The Prison Emperor said excitedly.

"Hey." Xia Yi leaned into Ming Xiaoyang's ear and asked puzzledly, "When did you become the Immortal Venerable of the Underworld?" ”

Xiayi's words were not concealed, and many people heard them.

When some high-ranking officials in the underworld heard this, they looked at their master strangely, hoping that he could give an explanation.

"Five thousand years ago." When they met again, the Prison Emperor only felt that the other party was becoming more and more terrifying, if five thousand years ago, he could still feel a little breath of Ming Xiaoyang, then now the other party seemed to have disappeared from this universe and ceased to exist.

Therefore, the Prison Emperor's buried heart in the depths of his heart was annihilated by the strength of his master.

The Emperor explained, "Immortal Venerable's mana is exquisite, and he has been invincible throughout the ages, and his subordinates are willing to surrender. ”

Swish!

Speaking of this, the Prison Emperor turned around abruptly, instilled mana into his voice, and shouted: "Remember, from now on, Immortal Venerable is the supreme lord of my underworld, and the life of Immortal Venerable is the highest criterion. ”

"Got it?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

In the underworld, most of the members are walking corpses with ancient corpses and psychic, or lonely ghosts who have lost their bodies.

Only a small number of high-level officials can penetrate the memories of the past and present lives, and get out of the dead end.

A group of high-level officials were surprised by the change of ownership of the foreign government, but they did not resist the decision of the Emperor of the Town.

At the moment, in the vast and boundless land of the underworld, condensed by dead stars, all the members of the underworld knew about it: the leader of the underworld had been replaced.

"This seat will not come to the underworld easily." After the announcement of the Emperor of the Town Prison was completed, Ming Xiaoyang's frivolous voice was like a breeze, reaching everyone's ears, "When this seat is not in the underworld, the Emperor of the Town Prison is still your majesty." ”

"Yes, Immortal Venerable."

Ming Xiaoyang's words were not as full of anger as the Emperor of Prison Commands, but they clearly echoed in the hearts of countless dead souls in the underworld.

Hearing this Immortal Venerable's decision, some of the hardcore henchmen of the Prison Emperor secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If this Immortal Venerable was based in the Underworld, then it was estimated that they would not even have a foothold. Now, Immortal Venerable said this, which means that the future days will be no different from the original, at most, there will be an extra emperor who is not very in charge of things above his head!

"Immortal Venerable." The Prison Emperor was secretly happy in his heart, and he was filled with endless gratitude, bent down, stretched out a hand, and made a gesture of invitation to Ming Xiaoyang, "Please come to the Yama Palace, this is not the place to speak." ”

"No need, this seat has something important to do when I come to the underworld this time." Ming Xiaoyang refused, "Besides, you are a dead person, and this seat is not, but you are not interested in being a ghost king in your Yama Palace." ”

No matter when, Ming Xiaoyang always speaks so frivolously, with a bit of cynicism, which makes people cry and laugh.

If ordinary people dared to talk to the Emperor of Prison like this, they would definitely die an ugly death. Helplessly, the person who said this was Ming Xiaoyang, so he couldn't get out even if he was angry.

Airplanes!

Before the words fell, Ming Xiaoyang's hands stretched out, and his slender white fingers connected the dots in the void, and golden arcs were outlined, turning into a strange net!