A crack in the void cracked from the void little by little, and a figure drilled out of the crack, followed by one after another figures jumping out of the crack.

"Meet the Emperor!I'm late for the escort, please forgive the Emperor!" A group of more than a dozen figures who jumped out of the spatial crack saluted Su Ziwen respectfully and shouted loudly.

"It's okay!" A kingly aura emanated from Su Ziwen's body, and he looked at a dozen figures in a state of domination and said lightly.

However, at this time, Wang Feichen and the others did not withdraw their gaze, because the crack in the void did not close at this time, and suddenly two pairs of boulder hands probed from the crack, grabbed the barriers on both sides of the spatial crack, and tore them apart violently.

What made everyone's scalp tingle was that at this time, the pair of giant beasts actually tore apart the space barrier, and seeing such a scene, Wang Feichen's two uncles couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on their foreheads.

At this moment, the boulder hand that tore through the spatial barrier suddenly retracted, and the next moment, the shadow of a stone seat suddenly appeared in everyone's sight, and flew out of the giant spatial crack with a whoosh.

But this flying stone seat did not attract the attention of Wang Feichen and the others, they were still quietly looking at the spatial crack, because there was a very terrifying existence inside.

The owner of the two boulder hands must be an amazing existence, and what they are afraid of at this time is the master of the two boulder hands, if it appears, then they and the others will definitely die.

They stared at the crack for a long time and found that there was no movement, and they also found that the spatial crack was healing little by little, and they instantly breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Hmph, how can the power of the Heavenly Dao be trampled on at will, come out and dream about it!" Wang Feichen's second uncle's eyes changed slightly, as if he had thought of something, and his originally nervous expression instantly returned to its original state.

After Wang Feichen's second uncle said this, the third uncle next to him also calmed down at this time.

"A group of rabble, no matter how much they come, it won't help, come and kill one by one, come and kill one by one, hum!" Wang Feichen's third uncle said coldly.

"This throne is good, Lao Tzu has accepted it!" Wang Feichen's third uncle looked at the Netherworld Throne that was quietly suspended on the side, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he said with a sneer.

Then I saw his figure disappear in place, and the next moment he appeared on the Netherworld, leaning on the back of the Netherworld, quietly looking at the people below.

"Is it comfortable to sit?" Suddenly a voice rang out in all directions.

"Who? come out for Lao Tzu, sneaky don't think that you can bluff Lao Tzu in this way, get out of Lao Tzu!" Wang Feichen's third uncle's eyes kept scanning around, as if he wanted to find out the owner of this voice.

"Third brother, come down, the situation is a little bad!" Wang Feichen's second uncle obviously realized that the situation was a little unexpected to him, because he didn't sense the voice just now, as if it appeared out of thin air.

This can only show that the other party's strength is above him, so he can't sense the specific location of the other party, and subconsciously he asked Wang Feichen to come down from the stone seat, because this stone seat is too weird.

"Hmph! How can the throne be able to sit and leave when you want? That old man has no face!" At this time, the voice sounded strangely from all directions, giving people an unpredictable feeling.

"Second brother, save me, second brother save me!" Wang Feichen's third uncle suddenly found that his body was unable to move, and he wanted to mobilize the mana in his body but also lost his sense at this time, as if he had been sealed with great mana.

Suddenly, streams of dark black smoke came out from the Nether Throne little by little, constantly drifting towards Wang Feichen's third uncle, this dark black smoke gave people a breath of death, a feeling of devouring.

That's right, this is the unique Netherworld power of the Netherworld, the Netherworld Power sounds like a feeling of devouring, synonymous with death, hearing the Netherworld can make you think of hell and death.

"Die!" The voice didn't sound from all directions, but from above the Nether Throne, and it was clear that it was the Nether Throne himself who was playing tricks all along.

As soon as the words of the Netherworld Throne fell, the dark black smoke continued to envelop Wang Feichen's third uncle, and where the dark black smoke passed, Wang Feichen's third uncle's body would be corroded and devoured little by little.

"Ah~~" Third Uncle Wang Feichen sat on the Netherworld Throne with a hideous expression and screamed, not a drop of blood flowed out, but everyone could see that his body was being corroded little by little.

This scene is like being poured sulfuric acid pork in the laboratory, hole by hole appeared on the skin of Wang Feichen's third uncle, and then the corroded holes on the body became larger little by little, and the corroded holes in the flesh were also increasing little by little, densely packed and particularly disgusting.

Guo Zhide and the others couldn't help but cover their mouths at this time, looking like they wanted to spit it out, even Hua Yumeng was a little mature at this time, and couldn't help but close his eyes in such a hot scene, don't let himself look at it.

"Third Uncle!" Wang Feichen saw it and rushed towards the Netherworld Throne excitedly, as if he wanted to be his third uncle.

"It's too late!" Wang Feichen's second uncle grabbed Wang Feichen, and said in a trembling voice, he was not trembling with fright, he was trembling with anger at this time.

Deep in his heart, he was on fire at this time, he wanted to kill everyone to avenge his third brother, this was his own brother born in his mother's womb, and his heart seemed to be dripping blood at this time.

Wang Feichen's whole person began to collapse little by little at this time, you must know that the second uncle and the third uncle are his biggest reliance at this time, and they are also the objects he admired the most when he was a child, and now he died tragically in front of him, if he doesn't collapse, it will be abnormal.

Sure enough, as Wang Feichen's second uncle expected, it was already too late, the speed of the dark black smoke corroded very fast, and in a few breaths, Wang Feichen's third uncle even had his hideous head wrapped in dark black smoke.

From time to time, there would be a miserable scream from the dark smoke, which made people's scalps tingle, and even Huo Xingwen and the others couldn't help scratching their heads at this time, because the scene just now was too terrifying, and the horror was a little unacceptable.

At this time, the dark black smoke above the Netherworld Throne was constantly compressing, and all the Netherworld power continued to converge towards the center, gradually shrinking into a round dark black ball of light, quietly suspended above the Netherworld Throne.

This dark black ball of light continued to exude a powerful momentum, as if it were a real cultivator, exuding its own faint coercion.

At the same time, I saw the Netherworld Throne suddenly rotate in the air, and the thick black Netherworld Power enveloped the Netherworld Throne, and the next moment, as the Netherworld power dissipated little by little, a beautiful man who was too beautiful to speak appeared in everyone's sight, holding the dark black ball of light in his hand.

And the stone seat has disappeared in place, you don't need to think about it to know that the stone seat has turned into a human form, at this time, Wang Feichen and the others looked at the beautiful man who had conjured up from the Netherworld Throne like a ghost.

"Meet the Throne Lord!" said the Nether Throne as he saw it appear.

"No need, you two little girls don't need to give a salute when you see this seat in the future, just treat me as a good friend like them!" said Netherworld Throne, pointing at Huo Xingwen and the others.

"Yes, Lord Throne!" said Darkness respectfully.

"Yes, your hand is really in place, even I was almost disgusted by you!" Su Ziwen said jokingly as he looked at the Nether Throne.

"What's disgusting, do you understand this momentum?Boy, this ball of light contains the mana essence of that guy's whole body just now, absorb it for you, it is estimated that you can break through to the fifth-level martial artist level!" said the Netherworld Throne and threw the ball of light in his hand towards Su Ziwen.

(End of chapter)