As if sensing the horror of the thunder in the thunder dragon's mouth, a pair of ghost hands as black as ink stretched out from the skewed sedan chair, and the dark laws of the underworld spread out, forcibly expelling the falling thunder.

Seeing the mysterious eyeballs open on the backs of his hands clearly, Di Yunxiao's pupils shrank heavily.

"Hand of Yama, this is the Dementor Sedan Chair!"

In an instant, Emperor Yunxiao understood why a supreme like the Red Fire Bull Demon would be on the road, the sedan chair carried by the hundred ghosts had an extraordinary origin, representing the entourage of the Ten Halls of Yama.

Those ghost hands have a discerning eye, which is the hand of Yama, but all the creatures who break into the path of the hundred ghosts, almost all of them with living souls will be pulled out of the primordial spirit.

If you want to break free from the ghost hand alone, either the Yuan Shen is powerful to the level of a high-ranking supreme giant, or you have a Zhengyang treasure on your body that specializes in overcoming yin and evil.

But it's a pity that the Red Fire Bull Demon has the cultivation of the median supreme, but the magic weapon and the primordial spirit are very different, and in the face of the shock of the Yama ghost hand, he almost can't even turn over a little wave.

"Mortal, are you provoking the majesty of the Six Realms of Reincarnation and the Ten Halls of Yan Jun?"

Just when Emperor Yunxiao was about to drive the thunder dragon to make a ruthless blow, a terrifying and terrifying divine thought in the vicissitudes of life came out of the sedan chair like a dragon.

At this moment, whether it was Emperor Yunxiao, the Void True Holy Monk, or Zhuo Cangwolf, the old demon of the Wheel of Life Sea, all had their bodies for a while, and their expressions were full of horror.

"Ghosts!"

Di Yunxiao's back was slightly bent, and his right hand rested on the hilt of the Yuan Tu Sword, and the jaw of the thunder dragon behind him gradually closed.

"How could it be. After a catastrophe in the Middle Ages, the boundary wall between the Nine Nether Underworld and the Human Realm is so fragile that even a ghost-level powerhouse can be directly projected!"

"It's the Iron Pen Judge!"

As soon as the divine thought swept away, Di Yunxiao sensed a familiar breath and licked his dry lips.

The owner of the ghost hand in the sedan chair is not only the ghost hand of the Ten Palaces Yan Jun, but also the iron pen judge of the Nine Secluded Underground Mansions, which is really interesting now.

According to the iron laws of the Heavenly Court opened up after ancient times, the strong ghosts and immortals of the underworld at the level of the Ten Palaces Yan Jun and the Iron Pen Judge are not allowed to enter and leave the human realm at will without the edict of the Heavenly Court.

Not only the laws of the Heavenly Court, but even the Heavenly Dao had set the laws of order, and the possibility of the ghosts and immortals trying to forcibly break through the boundary wall of the two realms was close to none.

But what he saw in front of him couldn't be faked, it was indeed the breath of the iron pen judge, when he was the sixth emperor of the heavenly court, he had come to the Nine Netherworld Mansion more than once, and he was very familiar with this scholar-born judge.

"According to the iron law of the Heavenly Court, those who are not about to die are not allowed to detain their souls, and it is a big crime for you to cross the two realms without authorization and detain the primordial spirit of the supreme-level gods!"

Emperor Yunxiao's tone was solemn, and a huge divine thought pierced out of the Heavenly Spirit Cover, directly tearing through the ghost fire on the periphery, and directly entering the soul sedan chair, and the huge soul fire lit up the night sky.

The domineering aura came to the fore, and an indescribable sense of suffocation filled the square space.

The master of the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk also fell into a stupor, as if he didn't expect that among the mundane, someone would dare to question the soul envoy of the Nine Netherworlds.

However, after feeling the almost substantial soul fire of Emperor Yunxiao, the existence in the soul sedan chair burst out with a deep muffled snort, and a gray soul coercion pressed out in all directions.

The coercion of the Nirvana Emperor level was shocking, and the strong people present staggered, and they could barely stop their footsteps by taking dozens of steps back.

"You're the North Pole..."

"Go back!"

Emperor Yunxiao's eyes burst out with a cloud of purple gas, and the ghost hand in the sedan chair retracted directly, and a sharp howl shook the strong men inside and outside the ancient warship, and the green muscles jumped suddenly.

"It's really you... It's just how, how could it be..."

With a terrifying roar, the dark green ghost fire was raised, and the raging flames directly engulfed everything, and under the night sky, the shiny ghost fire quietly escaped into the void and disappeared.

By the time everyone reacted, everything hundreds of miles away fell silent.

The vision of the hundred ghosts walking at night in his sight completely disappeared, as if everything in Fang Cai was just an illusion.

Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, and the Red Fire Bull Demon was frightened, he pinched his arm hard, and after feeling the pain, he sat on the ground with his butt and half.

The feeling that Fang Cai's soul was about to be torn out can't be faked, the nocturnal journey of ten thousand ghosts is definitely not his own fantasy, and the feeling of the Yuan Shen being forcibly withdrawn is even more terrifying than purgatory.

"Left! Finally left. Is there really a terrifying distraction in that palanquin?"

Zhuo Cangwolf's back was soaked, he wiped the sweat from his face, and looked at Emperor Yunxiao's eyes with faint fear.

With a snort, who is the young powerhouse of this human race?

"The Emperor is in charge of the sect, isn't that just that?"

The holy monk of Kongzhen folded his hands and chanted a Buddha name, he opened the eyes of the Buddha, peeping at the scene inside the sedan chair, and dimly saw a ghost Taoist heavenly official phantom with iron teeth and fangs, holding a book of life and death in his left hand, and holding an iron pen in his right hand.

"Ahh ”

Emperor Yunxiao's eyes were scorching, and the fact that the Wheel of Life Sea was able to descend to the ghost immortals of the Judge level showed that the barriers of the two realms were weak, and there might be a passage that could cross the Nine Netherworlds.

Looking at the mutilated black moon in the sky, Emperor Yunxiao thought for a moment, this Jedi in the realm of cultivating immortals is afraid that it really hides a big secret.

"Big... My lord. Let's go, the vision of the hundred ghosts walking at night disappears, and soon some dormant beings nearby will definitely notice the anomaly here, if you don't think of the conflict, it's better to avoid it as soon as possible. ”

Zhuo Cangwolf's tone was very respectful, although he didn't know the true identity of Emperor Yunxiao, but he was able to directly talk to the terrifying existence in the sedan chair of the hundred ghosts, and it must be extraordinary.

"Well, all of them packed up and entered the ancient warship to follow the tiger-eyed winged rays of Zhuo Cangwolf. ”

Emperor Yunxiao gave an order, and those rebellious disciples of the Buddhist Sect also listened respectfully at this time, and no one dared to raise the slightest opinion.

"Buddha!"

The Void True Holy Monk and the Hidden Law Monk walked side by side, and when he saw the Holy Monk open his mouth and wanted to say something, the Hidden Law Monk shook his head slightly:

"Everything has its own fixed number, and the fate of Qingxia Zhangjiao is beyond the heavenly calculation of the Buddha, it is a great variable between heaven and earth, and it cannot be changed by human beings.

I, Fuhu Tiansi and Qingxia are not rivals, don't make more trouble, for the time being, everything is based on the decree of Emperor Wuhuang. ”

Hearing this, the Void True Holy Monk bowed his head slightly and said nothing more.

The massive warship was activated, and the Tiger-eyed Flying Rays cleared the way ahead, leaving only the whistling wind in the ears of the gods on the deck.

When the ancient warship completely disappeared into this area, a bright ghostly fire distorted and reappeared.

"That's not wrong, it's the dragon qi of His Majesty the Ziwei Heavenly Emperor, but that His Majesty hasn't already been... Hey, I have a headache now, and I'm afraid that the things in this life wheel sea can't be saved..."