As soon as the Soul Treasure came out, the temperature in the big tent dropped to the lowest level, as if frozen. They all stared at the mirror in the hands of the ethereal spirits, and there were great rumors about that mirror in the underworld, and it was said that it reflected in the mirror everything that any living being did in one life. In addition, there is even more mysterious and unpredictable use, they once saw with their own eyes that although a ghost general who had not yet been promoted to the ghost king, he was not able to live under the mirror, and he was captured by the mirror.

In the big tent, there are only two mandrills of the big demon and the little demon fighting with the soul beast, and the soul beast soon showed its defeat, and the king of Ci'an, who was suspected of being the soul beast's incarnation, did not dare to move for a while, and he didn't look at the soul beast that was already covered in scales, and the soul beast wailed, one by one.

King Ci'an stood up suddenly, his hair was flying, where there was a trace of old and kind appearance, his face was full of anger, and the other ghost kings also exuded a powerful and ferocious aura at the same time, connecting them together, forming a powerful momentum, and in the void there was a faint ghost head opening his mouth and roaring towards the void spirit.

The void spirit was motionless, and the slender body on the back of the black chair sat up straight in an instant, and the slender body actually had a sharp and sonorous smell.

"You want the Soul Treasure in my hand, and you want to get the magic power method from me, have you ever thought that some of you must be in my hands for eternity?" The Void Spirit asked coldly.

"Hehe, Ancestor, you overestimate yourself. We're going to kill you, but with a backhand. One of the ghost kings said loudly, this person is the king of Zhongshan, there was a Zhongshan where he was entrenched, and it is said that the Zhongshan was incarnated by a congenital spirit bell, and he had suppressed a great supernatural person, but then the Zhongshan disappeared overnight for some reason, but it was still called the Zhongshan realm.

"Yes, in that case, why bother with a war of words, you can do it, but you will definitely die at my hands, believe?" When the void spirit said the last two words, the supple eyebrows were raised, and they were extremely sharp, like a sword that had been sharpened for thousands of years was pulled out, and the chill of the forest loomed, and the killing intent was revealed.

The Seventeenth Road Ghost King was shocked by the Void Spirit, and the Zhongshan Ghost King didn't dare to answer.

The silence was so silent that it was suffocating, although it was only for a moment, but it made all the ghost kings feel humiliated, and they became angry one by one, and one of them was furious, shouting: "Even if you have the ability to reach the sky, you will fall in front of us, and you can kill a few." ”

His name is the Howling Sky Ghost King, and as soon as he opened his mouth, there seemed to be a bloody storm and rain. The seventeen ghost kings were originally all dominant, but they were barely gathered together because of the countless benefits of capturing Yama City.

At the touch of a button, there was a condensation of black gas in the sky above this big tent, which actually shrouded the heaven and earth on that side, and the surrounding 70,000 Yin soldiers roared in the direction of the big tent in the middle, and disappeared into black mist in the roar.

Eventually, a huge demon head appeared in the void, as if a troll had been born, and the skull's mouth opened and closed, and the black mist in the surrounding void poured towards the skull's mouth. Faintly, there was a faint sound of drinking water, and the sound of chewing spread between heaven and earth. More than twenty miles away, Bu Fuzi looked up at the sky.

I saw that several carriages seemed to fly in front of the mouth of the huge head.

There are great changes taking place outside, and the undercurrent in the big tent is turbulent, seemingly calm, but it is like two wrestling bulls, and whoever has a momentum will die without a place to be buried. The void spirit thought in his heart: "It seems that I can only leave today, but unfortunately, there is no such opportunity anymore, and it is too late." ”

The big demon and the little demon two mandrills were within the shroud range of the seventeen ghost kings, and they were pressed by that might, although they tried their best to bite, they were crushed to death by the soul beasts, and they were scarred all over their bodies, roaring again and again, but to no avail, like a drowning person slowly dying under the watchful eyes of a group of people.

Just when the Soul Treasure in the Void King's hand was about to be flipped over, the seventeen ghost kings suddenly changed their faces, and they all looked up, only to see a carriage appear in the void, and there was a ghost king with two horns holding the reins on the carriage.

The carriage that suddenly appeared from the void looked like a reflection, but the man sitting in the carriage gave them a sense of not being angry, and the carriage was followed by two carriages, which were much larger, and they were full of people, and they could not see the reality clearly.

As soon as the carriage appeared, a ghost king shouted angrily: "Who is the divine who dares to trespass on the ghost king's tent in the underworld." ”

What answered him was a piece of white light from the hands of the people in the carriage, and all the ghost kings shouted one by one, and the illusory ghost head formed in the big tent raised its head to the sky and roared, and its big mouth bit towards Chen Jing, wanting to devour the carriage together. The brilliance sprinkled down, directly breaking the illusory head and breaking up the momentum that was knotted together.

A sword groan dispersed, and the eyes of the ghost kings only felt that there was a butterfly fluttering.

The ghost kings were shocked, and one by one they used their magical powers to hit the butterflies that flew towards them, and the butterflies disappeared instantly.

When the ghost kings looked at it again, a person in a blue robe stood beside the ancestor, and at the same time, more than a dozen new souls appeared behind them, and the big demon and the little demon had also taken the opportunity to retreat to the side of the void spirit. The ghost kings were shocked in their hearts.

This is just a one-touch fight between the two sides, but it is not simple at all inside, Chen Jing seems to easily break the head, but the sword light is already powerless, and it can no longer pose a threat to them. This seemed to have the upper hand on Chen Jing, but Chen Jing came prepared, and they were rushed in from outside and responded in a hurry.

I only heard Chen Jingchao say to the void spirit: "I can't imagine that the prestige of your ancestor in front of the river has stretched from the front of the river to the underworld, so powerful." ”

The Void Spirit just smiled and said, "What's so powerful, if you hadn't come, I'm afraid it would be good to escape with your life this time." ”

They talked and laughed, and regarded the ghost kings as if they were nothing. In the major cities, when the king seal is not available, the ghost king is the top existence in the netherworld, and even if he goes to the human world, he can occupy one side.

At this time, one of the seventeen ghost kings named Hejian King asked.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency where is sacred?"

Chen Jing turned around and said, "Si Yu, Chen Jing." ”

The ghost kings were shocked, but they were only shocked, and they were not afraid.

In this underworld, Chen Jing's reputation cannot be transmitted, and the reason why they are shocked is only because of the three-rank god position of Si Yu Heavenly God, and the position of the third-grade heavenly god between heaven and earth is extremely rare. Even so, they are not afraid, the gods of the yang world have entered the underworld, no matter how many products they have, their magical powers and spells will be restricted. Chen Jing is naturally no exception, and in the sword just now, Chen Jing has a deep understanding.

"What about the god of rain, this is the underworld, not the yang world, and the Emperor of Heaven can't control our underworld."

Another ghost king named King Qiushan said loudly.

Obviously, these seventeen ghosts and their Yin soldiers can definitely give birth to powerful magical powers, Chen Jing thought of those rune soldiers in the Yang World, and secretly guessed that those soldiers and runes that could form various supernatural powers/laws evolved from this Yin soldiers.

And they themselves are very powerful, if they are in the Yang World, Chen Jing can give birth to many means to deal with them with the Si Yu Divine Monument, but in this underworld, the Si Yu Divine Monument in his body is actually dim and dull, and he can't just think of it as in the Yang World, and communicate with the boundless spiritual power between heaven and earth.

"The god of rain really can't do anything, this is the underworld, and it doesn't need rain." Chen Jing suddenly laughed and said, "But, what do you think of this?" ”

As he spoke, Chen Jing's hand shrunk in his sleeve stretched out, and there was already a big black seal in the palm of his hand, and the five ghost heads on the big seal were like living things, and the whole big seal was shrouded in inexplicable brilliance.

The Seventeen Path Ghost Kings stared at each other, how could they not sense the powerful power revealed on this great seal. Many people in the Yang world knew that Chen Jing had the seal of King Qin Guang in his hands, but almost none of them knew about it in the underworld.

Chen Jing stretched out the Qin Guang King Seal to the Void Spirit and said, "This Qin Guang King Seal can be used more in your hands than in my hands. And you look like you need it now. ”

The ethereal spirit looked at Chen Jing, but before he could answer, Chen Jing said again: "As friends, I have something, and I am very happy that you come to help me, but if you have something, I also hope that you can accept my help, don't friends just want to help each other in times of trouble?" ”

The Ethereal Spirit suddenly laughed, and there was an indescribable hint in his smile. The smile only bloomed suddenly, and then retracted in an instant, only to hear her say, "Since we are friends, why don't you give it to me." ”

Chen Jing was slightly stunned, then laughed and said, "I wanted to give it to you earlier, but I was afraid that you wouldn't want it." ”

"That's good." The void spirit took the seal of King Qin Guang, and as soon as it was printed into her hand, the five evil ghosts on the seal suddenly appeared, and then rushed out from the seal one by one to bite the void spirit, only to see the spirit of the void spirit mouth spew out a mouthful of natal yin fire, and the five evil ghosts who were about to rush out of the seal of King Qin Guang suddenly shrank, and the other hand of the void spirit was already covered with the seal, and the five fingers were just buckled on the five heads.

"This is, this is the king's seal."

The Seventeenth Road Ghost King thought for a moment, I don't know who shouted it yet, there was already a ghost king's body shaking, revealing his supernatural powers, and a big black hand was born out of thin air a few feet in front of the void spirit, and grabbed the seal of Qin Guang Wang in the hand of the void spirit. The ethereal spirit did not move, but stood still with its eyes closed.

A sword light had already slashed away from the back of his hand at the moment when the big hand grabbed it towards Qin Guangwang Yin, and the hand was divided into two halves in the sword light, falling towards the ground, and before it fell to the ground, it had already dispersed into black gas.

There was a ghost king who made a move, and the other ghost kings immediately started to snatch it, at this time, no one knew that this Qin Guangwang Yin had not been controlled by the void spirit, and now was the only chance to snatch it. Chen Jing stepped out in one step, blocking in front of the void spirit, his hands wiped in the void, and a rather condensed long sword appeared in his hand.

The ghost kings on the opposite side had all turned into a black mist, and in the black mist, only one by one could faintly see the ghost kings roaring, and Chen Jing stabbed out with a sword. The sword seemed to be condensed from white dust and was powerless, and it dispersed at the moment when Chen Jing's sword stabbed forward, scattering into a little white dust, and the white dust swept through the darkness, forming white threads one after another.

The sword groaned in the darkness, faint, distant and ethereal.

The sound of the sword seems to have been passed down from ancient times, and has always existed in the heavens and the earth, and when it is called out, it reveals a moment of chanting from nothingness.