"Regrets?" Nether Evil looked up and laughed wildly, "I've never done anything I'll regret. Not before, and not now. ”

Xing Ziyao's thin lips pursed into a thin blade, frowning and condensing the Netherworld, not saying a word.

At this time, a voice came from outside the practice room: "King, the god of war Shan Song broke into the netherworld and is now in the Seven Evil Palace, wanting to see the king." ”

Hearing this, Xing Ziyao's silent eyes slipped a glimmer of light.

He's back.

He's finally back.

Seeing this, the Netherworld couldn't help but sneer, "Come on, put him in the dungeon, and no one is allowed to let him out without my permission." ”

As he spoke, he slashed at Xing Ziyao's neck with a palm.

Xing Ziyao used his skills to heal the Netherworld, and he was so weak that before he could hide, he was stunned by the Netherworld's palm.

The stone door opened, and two Dharma protectors came in and brought Xing Ziyao down.

The Netherworld Evil tidied up the clothes on his body, left the practice room, and rushed to the Seven Evil Halls.

At this moment, Emperor Canglan was sitting on the Hall of the Seven Evils, stepping on the Netherworld generals who didn't even have the strength to struggle, while playing with the ring on his finger, while squinting his deep and dark eyes, staring at the coming Netherworld, his feet lifted, and several generals under his feet were kicked out like dead dogs.

The Netherworld Evil suddenly waved his sleeves, and with a powerful force, he swept out several generals who flew towards him, looked at Emperor Canglan fiercely, and sneered: "Since you are here, you should also know how to redeem it from the hands of this king." ”

The moment he saw the ghostly evil, Emperor Canglan was full of murderous energy, and he couldn't wait to break his body into thousands of pieces, and beat him to pieces.

However, he did not forget the purpose of his visit.

"No one told you that the most hated thing by this god is threats?" His whole body was full of momentum, his breath was oppressive, and the murderous aura all over his body was as terrifying as a Shura crawling out of hell, "Grab the woman of this god and threaten this god, you dare too." ”

The wound of the Netherworld Evil was not completely healed, and the powerful aura of Emperor Canglan made him suffocate in his chest, but he didn't show it, he sat down on a chair under the Great Hall with an unusually face, cocked Erlang's legs, and said disapprerovitously: "It turns out that this king made the right move." ”

Emperor Canglan's pupils shrank suddenly, his murderous aura overflowed, and his body came to the front of the Netherworld Evil at some point, and his big palm clasped the Netherworld's neck, and said coldly: "If you dare to hurt her, you will not be able to hurt her at all." This god has made you go up in smoke. ”

The Netherworld lowered his eyes, glanced at the hand on his neck, and then fell on Di Canglan's body, and said without fear of death: "If you dare to touch a hair of this king, this king promises that if you don't have half a cup of tea, your woman and the child in your belly who has not yet had time to be born will disappear from this world forever." But if you are willing to hand over the Nine Dragons Soul Refining Ding, this king will immediately let you take them away. From then on, they did not offend each other. ”

The strength in his palm tightened, and the face of the pinch of the Netherworld began to turn purple, and Emperor Canglan said expressionlessly: "If you want to get the Nine Dragons Soul Refining Ding from the hands of this god, it also depends on whether you have this ability." Three days later, in the battle of Wolong Mountain, if you win this god, this god will hand over the Nine Dragons Soul Refining Ding to you. But if you lose, hand over my people, and never take a step out of the Netherworld, do you dare? ”

The dark evil eyebrows frowned slightly: "You are not afraid that you will lose." lost the Nine Dragons Soul Refining Ding, and also lost the most beloved person. ”

Emperor Canglan snorted coldly, "This god will not lose." ”

The Netherworld gritted his teeth fiercely, waved his sleeves, broke free from Emperor Canglan's clamps, distanced himself from him, and sneered: "Do you think you are still the former god of war? Do you think the Protoss will still look at you as a horse? Joke, if this king is not wrong, the Emperor of the Protoss, the decent god soldier will hunt you down everywhere and kill you. A battle between you and me will surely attract the Protoss. Are you sure you can take that risk? ”