"But the ghost king's predecessors are in person!" Fang Ping hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted.

Chen Wangshen's old face darkened, and he immediately snorted coldly: "The eyesight is not bad, and you can actually see the realm of old decay." To tell you the truth, you have a treasure on you, and the old man is very interested, as long as you are willing to endure the pain of love, the old man can help you. ”

Baby?

Fang Ping's heart froze, could it be that this old ghost king took a fancy to his yin and yang jade pendant?

For him, this ghost king is already an extremely high realm, and it is not surprising to see the yin and yang jade pendant.

Seeing that Fang Ping was silent, Chen Wangshen pointed to his body and said:

"That fiery red little sword on your body, if you are not mistaken, it is not all you have!"

What he wants is not a yin and yang jade pendant?

The fiery red sword, could it be that it is the fire dragon sword?

Fang Ping's mind moved, and he had already taken out the Fire Dragon Sword from the Jade Pendant Space.

"That's what the ghost king's predecessor said?" Fang Ping presented the fire dragon sword with both hands.

King Chen's divine ghost king is already an otherworldly realm for the current Fang Ping. He fell in love with his treasure, but instead of taking it by force, it was in the form of a transaction, perhaps subject to some kind of rule, or some other unknown reason.

The Fire Dragon Sword is not a big deal to Fang Ping, but if it can really be exchanged for the help of a ghost king's predecessor, it will definitely be a good deal.

Chen Wangshen took the fire dragon sword, put it in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully, nodded and said, "Yes, this is the breath." ”

"Mediation and creation, rebirth through bones, what a clever means!"

Chen Wangshen's tone revealed a strong sense of amazement.

Although Fang Ping didn't know what was so magical about this ordinary fire dragon sword, the fire dragon sword had been re-refined by him in the Yin Yang Jade Pendant, and he had long since broken off from the ghost Dao people.

Now what can make Chen Wangshen a ghost king is also amazed, could it be that the level of the yin and yang jade pendant is still above the ghost king, and Chen Wangshen has not seen the slightest clue?

Sure enough, Chen Wangshen held the small sword and said politely: "Xiaoyou is really willing to cut his love for me?" ”

This tone is completely inappropriate.

Fang Ping nodded slightly and said, "As long as the seniors are willing to help, this artifact should be regarded as a small gift." ”

"Good! Deal! ”

Chen Wangshen exclaimed in surprise, and then muttered in a low voice, "Okay, this thing is for me, you are not allowed to go back." Even if your teacher asks for it, I won't return it. ”

Looking at him like this, where is the ghost king of the underworld, it is more like an old thing that tricks children into candy.

Fang Ping couldn't smile a little bitterly, but he heard the strong jealousy in his words, and suppressed his stunnedness without revealing it, and now he completely understood.

The reason why Chen Wangshen is so jealous of him is precisely because this old guy prides himself on being calculating and suspicious of everything.

Due to the anomaly brought by the Yin Yang Jade Pendant, it obscured his chances, so that Chen Wangshen couldn't see through himself at all. Therefore, he mistakenly thought that he was standing behind him with the power of his hands and eyes to the sky, which is why he was so polite.

Exactly, forcibly making up the brain is the most deadly!

However, at this moment, Fang Ping also completely realized a problem, the Yin Yang Jade Pendant may really be a treasure that penetrates the heavens and the earth, not the ordinary magic weapon he imagined at the beginning.

Since Chen Wangshen thinks so, he naturally climbs along the pole.

"Senior, rest assured, such utensils are just ordinary for my master."

King Chen shook his head, opened his mouth and swallowed the fire dragon sword, and then burped to reveal a satisfied look.

"Boy, take money from people and eliminate disasters for others. Let's go! ”

Chen Wangshen put it on Fang Ping's shoulder, Fang Ping felt that his feet were light, and he was already flying under the netherworld.

Chen Wangshen pulled him to fly, and introduced: "The monk went to the Iron Siege City, which is the territory of the King of Equality, and there are many ghost kings in the Iron Siege City, and there are all important criminals in this city, and the city wall is made of cast iron, which is unbreakable......

Only then did Fang Ping understand that the ten Yamas of the Yama Hall in the underworld did not live in the Yama Hall all the year round, but had their own territories.

For example, the King of Equality is in charge of the power of the Iron Siege, and there are many ghost kings under his command. The Iron Siege City imprisoned the felons of the underworld, and the Black Rakshasa also operated in the underworld near the Iron Siege City, and built a Skull Mountain as a base by himself.

During the conversation, I saw a wail in the darkness ahead.

Chen Wangshen took him to the ground, and he could see a hill rising from the ground, which looked very abrupt on the flat earth.

The hill is about four or five feet high, and the whole is mud-colored, like a mound of earth. But when I looked closer, I found that the mound of dirt was full of hideous human heads and bones.

Most of the bones of these tens of thousands of people still have intact flesh and skin, but they are wrapped in a layer of mud, and no matter how they struggle and wail, they can't get out.

Fang Ping was far away, and they all felt a rushing resentment.

King Chen said: "This is the bone cage of the Black Rakshasa pile, and he detains these souls in it, so that they cannot be reborn, and generate endless resentment for their cultivation. ”

"If you lose your conscience like this, don't you care about Yinsi!" Fang Ping felt incredible.

Could it be that the laws of the underworld and the rules of the underworld are all decorations!

Chen Wangshen seemed to have heard something funny, and showed his yellow teeth and said disdainfully: "Hmph, Netherworld, those ghosts and gods only know how to oppress mortals, where will they really fight with these evil ghosts and demons." ”

He sighed and said, "This way of the underworld has long been shattered......

"Since the Yin Tianzi patrolled the sun, the underworld is no longer a complete world."

Fang Ping didn't understand what had happened in the underworld to become the chaotic appearance he was now. He also didn't have time to listen to Chen Wangshen talk about the past

Because at this time, the whole earth shook.

A huge black figure walked in the mist, three feet tall, with a green face and fangs, a pair of curved horns on its head, two large grimaces on the left and right sides of its chin, and a rosary made of skeletons hanging from its neck.

He is the evil god Black Rakshasa!

And in the hands of the Black Rakshasa there was a thick iron chain, which was dragged on the ground, and there were two people locked on it, one was a big beggar covered with rotten sores, and the other was actually a madman!

"From this point of view, the Black Rakshasa doesn't give Xitian any face!" Seeing this scene, Chen Wangshen smiled gloatingly.

The Black Rakshasa dragged the two of them to the front of the 10,000 piles, shook the chains, and heard Ji Madness scolding and scolding:

"Black Rakshasa, shake your xylophone head, Lao Tzu told you in a good voice, you don't eat firewood, rice, oil and salt, right?"

"When the rescuers from Lao Tzu arrive, you won't know your own mother!"

The Black Rakshasa threw off the chain with a "snap" and slammed the chain on Ji Lu's body, beating him to the point of spitting blood.

He exhaled a breath of yin qi and said: "Stinky monk, your golden body is not there, and now you have cultivated to one out of ten, and you dare to speak wildly." ”

"Don't say that you look like you now, even when you were in your heyday, I don't care about it."

"If you want to save people from me, unless you go and ask Shakyamuni to come!"

"Black Rakshasa, you're really crazy!"

He stood upside down on the ground and stretched out his left hand and raised his middle finger at him.

This was a posture that Fang Ping had done once, and he learned it.

"Don't talk nonsense, go in you!"

The Black Rakshasa said, shook the iron chain, and pinched the Ji Madness and the Great Monk in his hands at the same time, and threw them towards the pile of 10,000 people.