Mo Yufei felt sorry for himself, and had to throw a guilty smile at the Yama chair. It's not that he doesn't want to speak, but he can't breathe because of the strength of the long-tongued ghost's body, so how can he speak to the Yama chair?

Yama stood up in the chair, blinking Gu Li's strange eyes, looking at Mo Yufei who was squatting down by the long-tongued ghost, and Mo Yufei, who was constantly panting, couldn't resist it.

Yama Luo chair looked gloating. It continued to tease with a smile: "Mo Yufei, you lost our bet this time." Because I'm afraid you won't even be able to pass through the Ghost Gate now, let alone Huangquan Road, Yama Palace, and the eighteenth layer of hell. You won't see your ancestor at all. So, you're doomed. ”

When Mo Yufei heard this, the expression that was full of apologies just now was suddenly swept away, and instead, with an angry expression, he couldn't wait to rush to the Yama chair and kick him away.

However, at this time, Mo Yufei was already there, only had the ability to parry, and had no power to fight back.

Moreover, even if he parried the body of the long-tongued ghost, Mo Yufei felt a little exhausted, after all, his palms of his hands were going to support the downward pressure of the long-tongued ghost's entire body, and he had already suffered a big loss in strength, coupled with Mo Yufei's internal force cultivation, it was very shallow and frivolous. Although it has a foundation, it is not deep.

In contrast, the sixteen ghosts in front of him were elite martial ghosts carefully selected by King Yama from thousands of powerful ghosts, these elite martial ghosts were not only proficient in ghost arts, but also strong in martial arts and profound internal skills. In particular, the long-tongued ghost held up by Mo Yufei's palms, his internal strength cultivation has already exceeded Mo Yufei's by more than ten times, and compared with the top masters of the human martial arts, the long-tongued ghost is still too far behind, but when it comes to his internal strength, he can already be regarded as an intermediate martial artist.

At this moment, Mo Yufei is trying his best to exert the internal strength of his whole body, and he can't even shake the "Mount Tai pressing" of the long-tongued ghost!

Mo Yufei, who was complaining bitterly, finally felt that Yama Luo's ridiculous words were not groundless, just casually! On the contrary, he only now felt that what Yama Luo Chair said was really a golden and jade good word.

To be honest, just one of the sixteen martial ghosts in this ghost gate with a long tongue has already put Mo Yufei in a desperate situation, not to mention the other fifteen martial ghosts who are watching and have not yet made a move!

If those fifteen martial ghosts took the opportunity to rise, even if one of them attacked Mo Yufei, Mo Yufei would no longer be able to parry.

If these sixteen ghosts were all attacked, the consequences would be unimaginable to Mo Yufei, and the outcome would most likely be that Mo Yufei would be eaten to death by these sixteen ghosts.

Therefore, Mo Yufei tried not to think about this. But. Just because you don't think about it doesn't mean it won't happen.

Whatever you're afraid of, there's something.

Sure enough, among the remaining fifteen martial ghosts, another ghost came out. A red-faced ape ghost with green-faced fangs and red hair more than an inch long was grinning and approached Mo Yufei's side. He probed with both hands, like two iron tongs, respectively clenched Mo Yufei's left foot and right foot, and then pulled it back hard, "plop", Mo Yufei's legs were forced to be knocked down by the red ape ghost's hands, and then, vulner, flesh-eater, bone-gnawing ghost, gas eater, sperm-snatching ghost, law eater, bull-headed ghost, horse-faced ghost, wolf ghost, lion ghost, white tiger ghost, leopard ghost, lustful ghost, lonely evil ghost, fourteen martial ghosts, actually rushed up, as if they were going to erode Mo Yufei before they would stop.

Where can Mo Yufei withstand such a toss. After he collapsed to the ground, the long-tongued ghost withdrew his entire body against Mo Yufei's palms, causing a swallow to turn over, and it had fallen to the ground lightly and steadily. The long-tongued ghost could have used the magic of ghostly magic, and it fell to the ground. However, he used martial arts moves. It seems that he is showing off his martial arts skills.

Mo Yu flew to the ground, churning weakly. The sixteen martial ghosts rushed up again. Fight Mo Yufei.

Mo Yufei could only scream in pain, and when the pain was extreme, he scolded arbitrarily without paying attention to it.

He not only scolded the sixteen martial ghosts in front of him without virtue, but also scolded loudly and scolded, the leisurely Yama chair on the side.

"Your grandmother is a bear! Sixteen turtle eggs that blow up the hair and fried ghosts, plus a ghost chair that can't be saved when you see death, a stinky chair, a dead chair!" Mo Yufei was punched and kicked by the sixteen martial ghosts, and under the tearing and biting, he had no power to resist. If he didn't scold him a few times and get angry, he would feel bored and unjust.

Therefore, Mo Yu did not fight back, scolded loudly, and got up. Whatever is unpleasant, he will scold. Anyway, he has put life and death out of the way.

Yama chair was still sitting on the spot, looking at the bustle. It said loudly to Mo Yufei: "Young man, you really can't fight, just admit defeat, as long as you admit that you have lost, you are willing to be my slave, and be my slave for life, accompany me to live happily in this netherworld, I didn't even fight a Yanluo chair, and immediately saved you, I don't know what you think?"

"Phew! It's just wishful thinking, even if Lao Tzu is killed alive by these sixteen ghosts, he will not admit defeat, bow his head to your stinky chair, rotten chair, and ask for your help!

Seeing that Mo Yu Fei would rather die and refused to give in to himself, Yan Luo sighed helplessly. It didn't get angry but laughed and said, "Good boy, count you as a hard bone." In that case, my Yama chair will fulfill you, see how long you can be beaten, how long can you be tortured by these sixteen powerful ghosts!?"

Mo Yufei lay on the ground, gritted his teeth, the fist of the leopard ghost was unceremoniously, handed it up, and hit him in the face with a swift blow, and suddenly the corners of Mo Yufei's mouth were bleeding, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and even his ears were buzzed by this punch.