After settling down, Shi Tiandao said the words: "Because, the lord of the underworld is surnamed Qin." ”

In just one sentence, I don't know if it is to deliberately delay time, or to try to make it clear, without making mistakes, Shi Tiandao is one word at a time, and he concentrates all his energy in the words. And after he finished spitting out these words, he felt that his already vague mind had cleared up a little more, obviously, it was caused by the King of Wind and Cloud behind him coming to the rescue.

"Elder Heavenly Dao, what do you mean by this?"

At this moment, Shi Tiandao reluctantly stood up, took a few steps forward before turning around and facing Tang Ling: "I have heard for a long time that the King of Fengyun values love and righteousness, should he not forget his friendship with Hu Guogong in the past, right?"

Although Tang Ling's body did not move, when he heard what Shi Tiandao said, his heart couldn't help churning because of this.

Even the bladed hurricane that was raging in the underworld was eased a little because of this, as if it wanted to leave some life for the recalcitrant people in the underworld.

After all, Qin Shubao, the Duke of Hu Guogong in Shi Tiandao's mouth, is one of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion, and he is also the friend of Lu Guogong Cheng's life and death.

After the silence, Tang Ling's tone, which spoke again, was a little less murderous, and a little more verified: "You mean that Qin Jingsheng is a descendant of Shubao?"

"Although it is said that he is from the same lineage, Jingsheng is indeed a descendant of Hu Guogong, which is what we learned when the three of us brothers were wandering in the rivers and lakes when we met Lu Guogong. Shi Tiandao was strong and injured his body, and his tone was still slow.

Tang Ling was silent and unmoving, like a statue.

Although Tang Ling passed on his skills to prolong his life, Shi Tiandao had run out of oil after all, and he was already crumbling after exhausting the words in his heart. Even so, he still concentrated the last strength of his body on a single palm: "If the Fengyun King still doesn't believe it, the Heavenly Dao can only prove itself with this trick." ”

Wave it with one palm, as fast as thunder!

"Single Axe, Slap the Door!"

With a slap of his life, he didn't shoot at Tang Ling, but he slapped himself on the door in front of him, and in an instant, Shi Tiandao's skull was shattered, and he saw that he was not far from death.

"Today's things are because of ...... Old man...... There is no way to discipline, ask for ...... The Wind and Cloud King ......"

The words that were almost pleading were not finished, Shi Tiandao hung down weakly with one palm, and his last breath was spit out before the last request in this life was finished, leaving only the last regret for Shi Tiandao's life.

Tang Ling still stood in place.

After a long time, the sound of killing around him weakened.

"With the unique skill of the dead fat man, but with his life, to show that what he said is true?"

Staring at the corpse still standing in front of him, Tang Ling spit out such a sentence after a long time, and the expression under the mask was still unknown.

A figure appeared behind him, silent, half-kneeling as if waiting for orders.

"Is it the same even for you?" Tang Ling didn't look back, "Well, bury the two elders, and let the rest be as you like." ”

"Yes. The figure paused, "Hall Master Xie." ”

After Tang Ling's order, two members of the Absolute Shadow Hall had already appeared next to Shi Tiandao and Zhan Reincarnation's corpses and placed them down.

Tang Ling asked again: "Have you ever found Qin Jingsheng's whereabouts?"

"It is on the throne of Qin Guangdian and is protected by the four servants of the underworld. ”

"Good. With a long sigh, it seemed that the Fengyun King, who had declared the importance of love and righteousness in the past, had already made up his mind, "The Shadow Hall belongs, after exterminating all the evil corpses, follow me to see the old man." ”

Above the main hall of Qin Guang Palace.

Qin Jingsheng, the lord of the underworld, who was still in high spirits until now, was now wearing a Wanyun robe, holding a soul-shaking knife in his hand, wandering back and forth. At this time, there was no order under his feet, his face was crazy, and he was even more very human, and under the backdrop of this empty hall, it was even more desolate.

"I am the lord of the underworld, holding a constant corpse in my hand, a knife pointing at the wind and clouds, throughout the ages, is there anyone who dares to compare with me?"

When the crazy words came out, he laughed wildly, and saw him slash towards the void, with his knife raised, although there was some war, but his face seemed to be filled with unprecedented satisfaction.

"King Fengyun, you deceived me that I had no ancestors to protect me, and disregarded my ancestors and your friendship in the past. Did you ever think that I would be stabbed by a knife today?"

"Duan Huanshan, you only know how to be greedy for pleasure, and put me on the throne of the underworld, thinking that I can use this to control the underworld. Have you ever thought that now most of your inheritance has been trampled on by me?"

"Lord Zhang Jin, you said that I was short-sighted, and I really couldn't see that my father died at your hands?

Alone, Qin Jingsheng staggered and wandered in this empty hall, how embarrassing was it compared to when he received the token of Hades in front of Li Longji and Tang Ling, who received all the attention that day?

Not far from him, the four attendants who were still guarding him shook their heads and sighed, holding weapons in their hands.

A word of surprise came from outside the main hall.

"The four of you, are you still guarding Qin Jingsheng?"

When the words came, I saw a thin voice with a mask on his face, slowly stepping into the hall from the outside.

At the same time, thirty-six figures unconsciously appeared around the four attendants, surrounding them and Qin Jingsheng, leaving them with no way to escape.

As a guard, the four servants' kung fu may not be the top in the underworld, but in terms of eyesight, it is firmly in the forefront, and it can be seen at a glance that the opponents present are all immortal cultivators, even if they are alone in the face of the siege of the two elders of Shi Tiandao and Zhan Reincarnation, they also have the ability to win easily. However, even so, the four attendants still did not change their faces, and when they saw the golden sword step forward, they replied loudly: "The duty of the four of us is only to protect the Lord's whole life, and Your Excellency does not need to be ridiculed with words. ”

"Even if the underworld is long gone, the so-called Hades is just a joke now?"

The other party's tone, although it is not arrogant, has an inexhaustible indifference, like a cold wind, as if he wants to force the four servants away. Even so, the golden knife still did not take half a step back: "Yes." ”

"I'm afraid that even if you are crushed to pieces, he will not be able to escape the fate of death. ”

The same tone, the same chill, when it reappeared, it was already coming from behind the four attendants. The four attendants were shocked, and they all turned around and were about to attack the other party, but before they could start moving, there was already a sharp pain in Zhou's body, and it was the people of the Absolute Shadow Hall who had already attacked them before they knew it.

Ignoring the four attendants behind him, Tang Ling walked straight towards Qin Jingsheng, who was full of madness. However, although the latter was still walking around the temple, the four attendants had already lost their normal thinking and became crazy, and even if they urged the killing star to approach, they only put on a majestic posture, and spit out crazy words one after another: "I am the lord of the underworld, with 100,000 elite soldiers under my command, and 200 corpses under my command, and those who come will return quickly to avoid death——"

Before Qin Jingsheng could finish his words, Tang Ling had reached out with one hand like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and grabbed his throat tightly.

"Uh......"

Tang Ling slowly exerted his strength with one hand, and Qin Jingsheng, who was gradually having difficulty breathing, was in a panic, and only knew how to lift the Soul Shaking Knife in his hand and slash at the thin figure in front of him. But Tang Ling's strength was outgoing at this time, not to mention that a handle was just used as a status symbol, and the mortal iron that had never been bladed might not even be able to cause harm to the murderous soldiers who had been watered with flesh and blood countless times on the battlefield, and Qin Jingsheng's futile actions could only cause a slight and dull sound of slashing.