Outside the Soul Palace, Fang Cun just swept the netherworld, and he didn't remember the appearance and temperament of the ghost king very clearly, and the netherworld formed by a small part of his soul in front of him was dressed in black clothes, his face was gloomy, and the aura exuded from his body was extremely feminine, and at first glance he was a guy who was good at palpitations and ruthless.

Netherworld was attacked by someone for no reason, his heart was angry and aggrieved, he was very curious about who could come here, this cemetery only exists for the ghost king, and the nine ghost kings could not leave the soul monument to get here, with curiosity and anger came out and found that it was a living person, so that the anger in his heart subsided for a while.

"Who are you?" the Netherworld looked curiously, a greedy look in his eyes.

He hadn't met a living person for tens of thousands of years, and he liked the wonderful taste of the soul of an ordinary human monk.

"The one who made your soul scattered!" Fang Cun snorted, picked up the fire rock stick, bullied up, and smashed it at the Nether.

The speed of the fire rock stick is comparable to lightning, and when all the power of the body is used, a burst of air explosion sounds, and the power of destroying ghosts on the fire rock stick is constantly swaying under the air waves.

The dark color changed, he had sensed that Fang Cun's cultivation was only comparable to him, and he didn't attach much importance to Fang Cun in his heart, and he forgot to look at Fang Cun's attack on his mansion in his heart, and he only had a desire in his heart, the desire of Fang Cun's soul. But when I felt the coercion of the flint stick that day, the contempt in my heart disappeared suddenly.

However, the Netherworld Lord Soul was also a ghost king-level monk, and his reaction was not unpleasant, and his soul body shook and floated directly into the tomb.

Rumble~

The fire rock stick smashed on the grave, and a large wave of qi rolled in all directions, but the tomb did not change at all.

Fang Cun didn't expect a small tomb to be so strong, and he waved the flint rock stick and smashed it down with a few sticks, but the small tomb did not change at all.

"Hehe, boy, I underestimated you, and almost capsized in the gutter. The voice of the ghost came from inside the tomb, making Fang Cun's face very ugly.

"Do you think you'll have nothing to fear?" Fang Cun said lightly.

"Isn't there any fear, won't it be clear when you break through this tomb?!" the Nether Ghost King's words were very thorny, so mocking.

Fang Cun smiled coldly, patted the storage bag on his waist, and two white lights flew out and landed on the ground, naturally it was the black-clothed Yunruo and the White Ghost King.

When the Nether Ghost King saw that it was the two of them, he immediately exclaimed, "Why are you two, you ...... How did you get here?" Speaking of this, the Nether Ghost King suddenly thought of something, and his voice was shocked, "It's you, you...... You actually gave him the soul tablet, you ...... You must be crazy. ”

"We're not crazy, we just want to get out of here. The White Ghost King said expressionlessly.

"Leaving here, how is it possible, even if we can get out, we must merge with the main soul to ensure that the soul will not dissipate, otherwise we will ...... No, you ...... Do you want to merge with the Lord's soul?" said Nether, guessing something, shocked and incredulous.

In this Netherworld's view, being able to give birth to a spirit is already independent, and merging with the main soul means death, and he would rather stay here than choose to merge with the main soul.

The black-clothed cloud was like a bloody eye, and said, "What, isn't merging with the main soul our ultimate destination?"

"Fusing with the main soul is no different from a soul to us, you must be crazy. Nether said loudly.

The black-clothed Yunruo shook his head and looked at Fang Cun.

Fang Cun shrugged his shoulders and said, "Since this guy said that his soul is scattered, then let his soul fly away, don't say that you don't have a way to enter this tomb." ”

"Fellow Daoists, rest assured, although this tomb is indestructible, as long as it is a soul body, it can be entered. The White Ghost King smiled slightly.

Hearing this, the Netherworld suddenly changed color, and shouted frantically, "You ...... Whatever you want to do, if you dare to come in, this seat will definitely let you die again. ”

"Oh, you dare to say that you want him to die again, and you don't have to spare your hand. Fang Cun said coldly.

The White Ghost King and the black-clothed Yun Ruo glanced at each other and floated directly towards the tomb.

"You, I'll fight with you. The Netherworld roared.

Fang Cun was not idle, mobilizing the little remaining demon-destroying power in his body to lay a net around the tomb, waiting for them to come out.

The power to destroy ghosts needs to be obtained through cultivation, and then stored in the dantian. The cultivation of this demon-destroying power is extremely spiritually demanding, and it often takes several days to cultivate a fist-sized lump, and the demon-destroying power that was stored before has now been used up for most of it.

"It seems that it will take some time to cultivate enough demon-destroying power before catching the next ghost king......" Fang Cun stared at the tomb and muttered in a low voice.

The cheers and roars in the tomb continued to sound, and after about half a pillar of incense, the White Ghost King and the black-clothed Yunruo floated out of the tomb, and the White Ghost King held the Netherworld Soul Tablet with both hands, and the fluctuations of their soul bodies were much weaker.

It can be seen that even if they join forces to deal with the Netherworld, they still lose a lot of soul power.

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In the Biluo River Land, around the Soul Suppression Palace, the nine ghost kings were on their own, watching the movements in the Soul Suppression Palace.

At the moment when the soul of the Netherworld was scattered, the Netherworld Lord Soul, who was sitting cross-legged in a certain direction on the periphery of the Soul Suppression Hall, suddenly snorted, and the ghost qi on his body suddenly overflowed uncontrollably, and this scene directly attracted the attention of the other eight ghost kings.

"What's going on?!" the other eight ghost kings looked at this scene suspiciously.

Feeling the soul being torn apart, the Nether let out a scream and fell.

The Huangquan Ghost King's gaze suddenly burst into a ray of light, and he turned to stare at the Soul Suppression Palace, saying word by word: "It's the Soul Monument!"

These three words directly made the other ghost kings change color, and then looked at the gloomy and miserable appearance not far away, and shuddered.

"Could it be that that kid has obtained the Netherworld Soul Monument?" guessed the Black and White Ghost King.

Lady Nihuang nodded when she heard this, and said, "It is very likely that I think that kid is definitely a person who will repay his flaws, and the Netherworld must be taking the opportunity to take revenge on the Netherworld." ”

When the Black and White Ghost King heard this, he smiled and said, "This kid has a great appetite for me. ”

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Naturally, he didn't know what was happening outside the Soul Suppression Palace, and now he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, recovering the spiritual power lost in his body while cultivating the power to destroy ghosts.

This small part of the soul of the Netherworld has been dispersed, and the White Ghost King and the black-clothed Yun Ruo have also been put into the storage bag.

The pale yellow mist fluttered with the wind, and in the cultivation of the Heavenly Shield Sword Technique, time passed bit by bit.

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