Xiang Shang's head soared to the sky,

Nalan Fan was beheaded by Luo Hou.

However, the monks of the True Immortal Realm had already begun to break away from ordinary life forms.

Naranfan's soul has been able to live out of the body for a short time,

In front of Wanfu Restaurant, Nalan Fan broke free from the shackles of his body and turned into a wisp of ghost, puffing up the yin wind, wanting to escape.

Straight out of the city.

"As long as I escape this catastrophe, I can still rebuild it!"

Nalan Fan was full of hatred, blaming An Bai for ignoring it, and blaming Luo Hou for brutal killing.

"It's a big deal, if I disperse my cultivation, my Nalan clan can start all over again!

The intense anger and unwillingness made Nalan Fan's soul change color and turn into a crimson ghost.

Rushing straight to the land outside the city, I want to find the best qualified boy to be reborn in the shortest possible time.

"Although it will cost me a lot to do this, and even become one with others, but anyway, I'm still alive!"

"To live is to get revenge!!"

Nalan's eyes were grim, silent, and he rushed out of the city with his head down.

Under the moonlight, from the imperial feather city, countless ghosts floated out,

They are all the remnants of those who were persecuted by Naranfan and died blindly.

There are mortals, there are monks, there are street vendors, there are outsiders.

They are all necromancy, the difference is that Nalan Fan's soul quality is better, and he even carries some magical powers,

After all, he was a powerhouse in the True Immortal Realm, if it weren't for Luo Hou being taught under An Bai's seat all day long, he wouldn't have been able to kill a master of the same level so easily without relying on his previous self.

The ghosts roared, and they didn't dare to get close in the past,

Be careful not to be discovered at all times, and avoid being lost after death.

however

The gap that once seemed like a great leap is gone.

"Roar!"

It was the roar of the ghosts, and the spirits rushed into the sky, turning into ghost hands, to pull Naranfan into the city.

A wave of soul power swept by, and a ghost shattered.

Naranfan's soul also trembled,

Every time he used his magic powers, Naranfan weakened a little.

"You untouchables, I have saved more people than I have killed, why do you still come to haunt me after you die!"

Naranfan roared angrily,

At this moment, he just wants to find a person with outstanding physical talents to rebuild, and time is precious.

Ten thousand ghosts blocked the way and rushed into the sky.

even rushed up, wanting to tear apart Naranfan's soul.

An Bai's eyes flashed a little cold,

An eerie ghost unfolded from outside the Wanfu Restaurant,

All souls, including Naranfan, were pulled into another world, with a gust of yin wind.

"Is this the underworld?"

Nalan Fan looked at the sudden scene in front of him and said in horror.

He doesn't want to die yet!

"Don't enter the living, return to the dead~"

One black and one white walked out of the thick fog, one holding a mourning and mourning rod, and the other holding a soul shackle.

"Nalan Fan, the two of us were ordered to take over, why don't you quickly follow us and wait for the Netherworld?"

Bai Mian was expressionless and said coldly.

Hold up the soul shackles in your hand, and take it with Nalan Fan.

"No!"

Nalan Fan exclaimed, regardless of the consumption, he used 120,000 points of strength to break free,

Caught off guard, the two yin cha were repelled by Nalan Fan for some reason, and Nalan Fan broke free.

The frightened Nalan turned into a yin wind and ran around between the netherworlds.

"I, Naranfan, will kill the world!!"

"Roar!"

It was the roar of the soul, Nalan Fan was reluctant to fight for most of his life, he was afraid of death, he didn't want to die, he hadn't enjoyed the glory and wealth of the world, the wine pond and the meat forest.

The mad Naranfan wandered around,

Outside the city, he encounters the dangerous Lifestealer and eats part of his soul.

He encountered the army of bones in the Netherworld again, fell into a fierce battle, and his soul was shattered.

"Bastard! Naranfan, don't be caught yet!"

A stern reprimand came from the Son of Heaven's city,

The huge and gloomy ghost claws poked out from the Son of Heaven City, grabbed Nalan Fan who was wandering in the air, and held it between the five white bones.

This is the city lord of the Son of Heaven City, the former old general Zhao made a move, and Nalan Fan could only be captured.

The ghost claws were released, and Naranfan fell to the ground as if he had a body.

After Anbai's repeated bloody battles and suppression, the underworld at this moment is different from the past.

Under the governance of General Zhao Lao and many Terran true spirits, it was well organized and developed rapidly.

There is also a devil puppet that An Bai swept away the Demon City and refined it, raising the force of the Son of Heaven City.

A puppet with a transformed face came out of the City Lord's Mansion and flew to the place where Naranfan was.

With a green face and fangs, and red eyes, this team of Yin soldiers and ghosts is made of the Demon Clan's descending, and the magic power of a lifetime has been transformed into ghost energy, which is specially used to suppress the elements that have rioted in the Yin World.

Nalan Fan, who had turned into a soul, shook for a while, his body was unstable, and his face was blurred for a while.

A look of despair hung on his face, and Naranfan knew,

If you don't resist and enter that reincarnation,

In the next life, he will no longer be himself.

I think of the power I have worked hard all my life in exchange for power

Naranfan almost cried:

"I don't want to die! I haven't lived long enough !!"

Strong emotions turned into fluctuations, sweeping everyone in the field,

But who will shed tears for him?

The tens of thousands of ghosts that came with it hated to eat their flesh before they were alive and bite their souls after they died.

The Yin soldiers and ghosts will come forward to arrest them, and the yin wind is angry, and the ghosts are full of spirit.

Although Nalan Fan is a great monk in the True Immortal Realm, the puppets in front of him are all high-ranking generals of the Demon Clan before their deaths, and the tall puppet who leads the team is the Demon City Lord, and his cultivation is superb.

Although he has been killed by An Baizhen, the true spirit has been destroyed and replaced by a puppet.

However, on the basis of the authority given by An Bai, General Zhao mobilized these puppets for his own use, and although his combat power was greatly reduced, he could also maintain the daily security of the netherworld.

Soon, Naranfan was arrested and escorted to the Reward and Punishment Division.

"You ignorant ghosts, I have served the Empress, I have saved tens of thousands of Terrans, you can't do this !!to me"

Nalan Fan couldn't break free, and roared madly in the netherworld.

Ten thousand ghosts followed, putting pressure on him.

These are all residents of Huangyu City who want to see what happened to this Nalan Fan.

Reward and Punishment Division, the Lord of Zhao City lives in the high hall, and he is quite valued for the sin soul sent in by the Lord of the Netherworld.

Hands intertwined, facing the sky in the distance,

This is a tribute to An Bai.

Two flowers bloomed, one on each branch, and when Naranfan was judged in the underworld,

An Bai also drank the last pot of wine, and got up lazily,

The finch intimately added a white robe to the son.

Anbai came to the stands and stood by the railing,

Before I knew it, the whole city was already red, and every household lit up the lantern of eternal life.

"Long live Gongzi An!"

Mountains and tsunamis.

There are young scholars wearing scarves on their heads, and there are old and decaying crutches standing,

All stood in the streets, raised their fists, and sang for Anbai.

This night is a sleepless night,

The movement in the city had already stirred after Luo Hou's loud shout.

Now seeing the results, the people rushed to tell each other and cheered.

"He's Gongzi An?"

A beautiful woman is looking at the window not far away, with beautiful eyes full of spring.

"He is Gongzi An!"

The sisters around her, Yingying Yanyan, all gathered together to explain the rumors they heard.

"General Nalan is really dead, right?"

On the street, the doorman went out and stood on the street, and someone asked.

"Well, it's dead!"

"Who killed it?"

"It's Gongzi An, I kowtowed to him!"

Puffing out his chest proudly, an old man's grandson replied in a high-spirited voice.