At this moment, Ye Jiujiu doesn't think those skeletons are terrible and terrifying, they are so weak, even if they are ugly, they don't feel how scary. After all, it's not a leech, a python or something like that, even if it's not so strong in combat, it can disgust people to death.

Ye Jiujiu hadn't yet come out of the terrifying energy of the skeleton, the skeleton had already fallen apart, and when he was shocked, a powerful dark mist floated out of the tomb and went straight in the direction of Feng Mojiang.

Ye Jiujiu's heart was lifted all of a sudden, and his heart jumped to his throat, and this deep black mist, Ye Jiujiu's brain became demonic on its own.

That's right, it's demonic energy.

Although the dark demonic qi seems to float out, it is extremely fast, and it has extremely offensive power, and in 1 second, the demonic qi has already arrived in front of Feng Mojiang.

Feng Mo didn't move, and when the demon qi approached, a barrier was instantly built around it, and the ice-blue barrier blocked the dark demon qi outside.

As if competing, within a moment, the dark demonic aura dissipated.

Although the demonic aura suddenly disappeared, the barrier that Feng Mo had built with the ice-blue aura still existed.

"Lord of the Night?" It's not like a question, but it's a questioning tone, but it's clearly a definite tone.

The voice is hoarse, old, just four words, but it seems to have exhausted all its strength, but there is a kind of gloomy.

Feng Mo raised his eyes to look at the grave in the distance, and his voice was as cold as ever: "Sure enough, it's you." ”

Ye Jiujiu looked at Feng Mojiang, and then looked at the grave in the distance, the grave was surrounded by a deep black mist at the moment, Feng Mojiang and the people in this tomb still knew each other?

But it sounds, as if the relationship is not friendly.

"I really didn't expect you to come to my Yama Palace." The man in the grave continued, with a hint of pleasure in his words, a hint of revenge at last.

Although this tone is simply nerves in Ye Jiujiu's opinion, who will Feng Mo be? It's the Night King, and this person's tone is inevitably too arrogant.

Arrogant people die quickly.

"Well, here we are." Compared to the mood swings of the people in the tomb, Feng Mo will be much more insipid.

"This Yama Hall is a place I created specifically for the Night Emissary, and your spiritual power is dissipating and weakening, right?" The words are full of smug hatred.

"You think too much, before it weakens to the point where the spiritual power dissipates, this Yama Hall no longer exists." As soon as Feng Mojiang's words fell, only his afterimage was left in the same place, which was the afterimage left by passing too fast.

In the next moment, the grave exploded, and a child who looked to be only about eight years old was blown out of the grave.

Ye Jiujiu's eyes widened, the voice just now, really, the voice of this kid coming out? Hoarse, old, unpleasant.

After a closer look, Ye Jiujiu saw that although this child looked like a child, he was already an old man.

It's a dwarf.

The dwarf was blown out, his body was small and flexible, he quickly dodged the attack of Feng Mojiang, his hands were raised, and the surrounding tree vines were like soldiers on standby, and with a wave of his hand, the tree vines were instantly divided into three groups, respectively towards Feng Mo Jiang, Ye Jiujiu, and Mu Qingshan.

The vines with the momentum of breaking the wind, counting on the three of them, Feng Mo will stand in place, without the slightest movement, the three vines will directly shatter and disintegrate.

Once again, there is no place for Ye Jiujiu.

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