Seeing Liu Lang sink into the river of blood, Han Junbao was briefly stunned, and immediately laughed: "Haha, I thought I had a lot of ability!" ”

"That's it, that's it!"

"It's not a pity to die, since your body is integrated into the river of blood, then any drop of Po Yi water will open the Yin and Yang Book!"

Han Junbao was excited, turned around and returned to the river, bent down to take a handful of Po Yi water, and prepared to open the Yin and Yang book.

However, just as Han Junbao's hand reached the river, he suddenly stretched out another hand from inside, grabbed Han Junbao, pulled it hard, and pulled Han Junbao into the Poyi water.

Han Junbao screamed, panicking and trying to break free, but the strength of that hand was unusually great, and Han Junbao couldn't struggle for half a point.

"Plop!"

Falling heavily into the Poyi water, Han Junbao waved the Xuan Ghost Knife in his hand in a panic, and roared loudly: "Get out, you evil ghosts, don't come here, you must listen to me, don't come here!" ”

The evil ghost was afraid of the Xuan Ghost Knife, and he didn't dare to step forward at all.

That hand was not afraid of the Xuan Ghost Knife, grabbed Han Junbao's wrist and broke it hard.

"Click......!"

The sound of a broken bone breaking.

Han Junbao screamed miserably, watching his hand holding the Xuan Ghost Knife break in half.

"You, ...... you?"

A head was exposed in the water.

The head was covered with blood, his face was cold, his body was red, and his clothes were completely consumed by blood.

"I said it...... I will break your body into ten thousand pieces, so that you will never be able to live beyond the dead! ”

The cold voice came into Han Junbao's ears.

Han Junbao stared at Liu Lang in disbelief and shouted, "How is it possible? Who are you, who are you? How could it be ......"

"Poof!"

snatched the Xuan Ghost Knife, and Liu Lang plunged the Xuan Ghost Knife into Han Junbao's chest.

Stab!

Pull it out again, insert it again.

After dozens of knives, Han Junbao was still not dead, in addition to horror on his face, his two eyes were staring at the brand on Liu Lang's chest.

"You, you're ......"

Liu Lang shook his head slightly, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.

Immediately, an evil ghost stepped forward and stood respectfully beside Liu Lang.

Liu Lang said expressionlessly: "The son of the underworld you are talking about is me!" ”

"What? You ......"

"The king of all demons, what can even be a demon, can he be afraid?"

Liu Lang shook his head pitifully and stabbed his wrist.

The blood flowed into the Poyi water, and it quickly rose upstream, frantically rushed into the white yin-yang stone, and flowed into the three blood-red characters.

"Han Junbao, do you think you can really get the Yin Yang Book?"

"Haha, you are too naïve, the Yin and Yang books are connected to my blood, this blood river is the flesh and blood of the thousands of loyal souls who follow me, do you think you can threaten me with a Xuan Ghost Knife?"

Liu Lang said, waved his hand, and shouted: "Tear!" ”

The demon immediately pounced on him and bit frantically.

Han Junbao had nothing to do except scream and struggle.

Although these evil ghosts can't bite Han Junbao to death, they can make him suffer endless torture and suffer from a catastrophe.

Liu Lang glanced at Han Junbao coldly, slowly climbed out of the Poyi water, and walked to the Yin Yang Stone.

Raising his hand again, he slowly dripped the blood on his wrist into the blood-red letters.

The Yin-Yang Stone began to shake violently.

In addition to screaming, Han Junbao's face was full of unwillingness, roaring, and roaring wildly.

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"I am the true master of the Yin-Yang Book!"

"What a son of the shit, it's long gone!"

"I've been dead a long time ago, I don't want to die! I can be the king of the underworld, I am the lord of the underworld! ”

Roar, but not just roaring.

Devoured by ten thousand ghosts, this kind of torture is endless.

Liu Lang didn't look at Han Junbao, but snorted coldly and said lightly: "You are the Lord of the Netherworld?" Haha, it's a big joke, okay, let me see, what is the real bloodline of the Netherworld Royal Family! ”

Liu Lang grabbed the Xuan Ghost Knife and stabbed the brand on his chest suddenly.

Suddenly, the entire cave was full of gloomy winds, and those reversed Poyi water seemed to be static in an instant, even Tong Yao and the others were still.

Except for the imprint on Liu Lang's chest, all the qiē was completely still.

Souls glowing with golden light flew out from the imprint on Liu Lang's chest and slowly surrounded Liu Lang's side.

A full seven golden souls surrounded Liu Lang in the middle, and the scene was extremely shocking in its weirdness.

Liu Lang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, two tears slipped from his eyes, and said to himself: "I seem, once again, I smell blood, I seem to smell the taste of battle again, this time, see who dares to disobey me!" ”

Just when Liu Lang fell into the river of blood before, the bite of those evil ghosts finally made Liu Lang unbearable.

Liu Lang bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth, trying to keep himself awake.

However, after the blood on the tip of the tongue was mixed with the Po Yi water, those evil ghosts retreated one after another as if they had seen a plague god, and even kept shivering, and the kind of panic was ten thousand times better than seeing Xiao Hei.

A scene suddenly appeared in front of Liu Lang's eyes.

There, the opulence and the ayara are full of tents.

A man with a beard smiled and raised his glass frequently: "Your Royal Highness the Young Lord, tomorrow is your big day, I, Han Yuanzong, toast you!" ”

Liu Lang smiled slightly, and drank all the wine in one gulp: "Uncle Yue, we will all be a family in the future, as long as we have your assistance, my father will definitely be able to sit back and relax." ”

"Haha, young master, you are so polite!"

……

Han Junbao's body has been torn and blurred, but this torture continues.

Liu Lang raised his hand, gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and muttered: "Father, my Liu family died at the hands of Han Yuanzong, and the whereabouts of the imperial brother are unknown, finally one day, I will avenge you!" ”

Sting!

Pulling out the Xuangui Knife from his chest, Liu Lang lowered his head, stared at the seemingly ordinary Xuangui Knife in a daze, and said to himself: "At the beginning, I died under this Xuangui Knife, but I didn't expect it to be stolen by Han Junbao." Haha, it's really a trick! ”

"Sizzle......"

Taking a deep breath, Liu Lang looked around at the seven golden souls, waved his hand, and said in a low voice: "Only when the soul is cultivated will it become so pure and golden, but I didn't expect that it would be difficult to escape death after all!" ”

"I'm back, I'm finally back!"

Slowly tilt your head.

The seven golden souls turned into yellow light again and drilled into Liu Lang's body.

The imprint slowly healed, and finally formed a peony pattern on Liu Lang's chest.

"One day, I will reorganize the Xuan Ghost Guard and return to the Netherworld!"

He threw the Xuangui Knife in his hand back, directly crossed the blood river, and flew towards the Yin Slave.