The heart of the Ten Halls Yama King was abnormally stable, and Xia Mi looked at the turbid Lethe barrier in front of him, but his heart was full of complexity.

With a wave of his sleeves, he pushed away the stagnant Lechuan River, and Xia Mi walked in slowly. Black – the ultimate black. All the light seemed to be sucked away, leaving only the ultimate darkness. Obviously her eyes can't see, but she is walking on the ground.

I don't know how long I walked, but the thick darkness seemed to be a little lighter, and the shape of a door was faintly outlined in the illusion. Xia Mi didn't blink his eyes, raised his hand and pushed the door and walked in. The movement was fluid, as if the door she pushed open was her own.

As soon as Fang stepped into the door, the viscous darkness seemed to turn into substance. The smell of fresh blood quickly flowed and entangled. Xia Mi didn't even raise his eyes, and walked forward quietly. As soon as the heavy dark party touched her robe, it was as if it had encountered a natural predator, and quickly dodged it.

Seeing this scene, Xia Mi's footsteps didn't pause. With a wave of her sleeves again, she opened an inner door, and she finally saw the person she wanted to see.

On a low couch made of black bamboo, a man was lying quietly. The eyebrows are trimmed and the eyes are phoenix, and the lips are pale. Long hair like ink fell from the edge of the low couch and fell to the ground in the darkness of the room, shining with the black hedrons.

A small black beast was lying on his waist and abdomen, and when he felt the breath of a stranger, it immediately turned into a long knife with a cold light. On the smooth surface of the knife, a thin layer of black mist was faintly entwined, spiraling into a dangerous shape.

- It's the Soul Slayer.

The weapon that changed the color of the Three Realms was right in front of him, but Xia Mi's face didn't change in the slightest. With a slight movement of his fingertips, the majestic Soul Slaying Knife was knocked back into the form of a beast, curled up on the ground, trembling and curling up.

Xia Mi glanced at it, looked at it backwards, and then looked at the person on the low couch who had not moved. Directly move again, and a long whip appeared in her hand. His eyebrows and eyes were cold, and Xia Mi raised his hand and waved his whip.

The fierce whip wind tore the darkness to shreds, and completely destroyed the low couch into smithereens. The sharp edges and corners pierced into the skin, and the sleeping soul slayer finally opened his eyes. His expression was dazed for a moment, and then changed to clarity. Staring at Xia Mi in front of him, he slowly revealed a bewitching smile: "Prison Master." ”

Xia Mi was unmoved, and pinched his two fingers, resisting the hidden weapon he stabbed.

The Soul Slayer Envoy, who was dressed in ink and almost fused with the darkness, tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the words he said were extremely insincere: "I haven't seen you for a long time, but the Prison Master's skill has increased again. ”

Xia Mi threw the sharp hidden weapon back with a smile, and it was not surprising to see that the Soul Slayer had caught it. She hadn't done anything, and the darkness around her was churning like a whirlpool. The sharp air flow swept the Soul Slayer into it, leaving a wound on the black robe.

In just a few seconds, the Soul Slayer's face turned even paler.

Xia Mi kept staring at him, naturally catching the blood stains that appeared at the corners of his mouth but disappeared in an instant. As she moved forward, the whirlwind whirlpool became more and more intense.

The Soul Slayer's face became more and more pale, and by the time Xia Mi stopped, he was already covered in blood, and the corners of his black clothes were dripping with blood.

Leaning down slightly, she leaned closer to the Soul Slayer, and then asked in a light tone, "Really?" ”

With the exit of one word after another, the pressure that had just dissipated was pressed down again. The Soul Slayer spat out a mouthful of blood, and his voice was hoarse: "Since the prison master already knows, why bother asking? ”

The words that were close to provocation made Xia Mi raise her eyebrows slightly, stretched out two fingers to pinch his chin, and her voice was almost non-existent: "Why?" ”

As the words fell, the leaves of the paulownia tree in the yard, which were wrapped in a thick black gas, rattled with the whirlpool of the air current. A deep sense of grief spread through the courtyard, and the soul slashing darkened the eyes that had already been dimmed by the injury.

Facing her eyes, the soul slayer suddenly pulled out a smile of unknown meaning, propped up the low couch, he stood up directly, and said word by word: "Why, why? You haven't known for so many years? Dare you say you didn't feel it at all? ”

The closer you get to Xia Mi, the stronger the cyclone becomes. But he didn't dodge or dodge, he lowered his head in a daze. The distance between the two and the breath is obviously an extremely ambiguous scene, but because of the opposition between the two, there is a sense of solemnity.

Almost every word he said consumed a lot of his spiritual power, but he still continued: "Since you broke the ban on the underworld thousands of years ago and released me, you are the only one in my eyes. What you want to do, I'll do it for you right away; What you want me to do, even if I don't like it, I will do it, in your eyes, I am a subordinate, but I am not even a friend, even if I stay in the soul domain for a thousand years, I have never sent a message, I have never been informed. ”

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have been touched at this moment, and then he would be moved, but Xia Mi was unmoved.

Glancing at him, Xia Mi's fingers behind his back tapped twice on his palm, and calmly pointed out the question between his words: "Who told you about my Nether Tribulation?" ”

The eyes that hid thousands of starlight died in an instant, and the soul slayer seemed to laugh at himself, as if he was talking to himself, and he retreated and muttered, "I was wrong...... What the hell am I wrong......"

Xia Mi's eyes darkened, and before he could stop it, he had already stumbled inside. The spiritual power that was almost exhausted churned, and with a wave of his hand, the black gate was tightly closed, leaving no gaps.

Looking at the silver runes that flowed slowly in the thick darkness, Xia Mi let out a long sigh in his heart. She originally just wanted to get an answer to why Chu Li and Bai Jiang betrayed her twice. But now, he has closed himself to death-

If you don't die, you can't crack it, and he has directly cut off his back road.

The soul slaying made the great event of the netherworld, but in a moment, the ten palace kings and the left and right judges all felt thirty-three prisons. Seeing Xia Mi's back, the Ten Halls Hades, who had just received a lesson, immediately shrank for a moment.

King Chu Jiang stepped forward and saluted respectfully, and then said slowly: "Prison Master, Soul Slaying Closure and Death Pass, are we going to elect a new ......?"

Before he finished speaking, Xia Mi squinted his eyes and looked over. A cool glance directly pinned King Chu Jiang to the spot, his mouth was bitter, and what he wanted to say was immediately forgotten.

Fortunately, Xia Mi just glanced at it and withdrew her gaze, looking at her distant back, King Chu Jiang wiped the cold sweat on his head, and felt a little embarrassed in his heart. As soon as the death is closed, the thousand-year-old entanglement should be broken......