Nine Heavens

Chapter One Thousand and Fourteen

"Crack! Crack!"

"Woo! Woo!"

"You lowly human souls, look! How high the sun has risen, and you are still sleeping! Get out of here!"

When Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen were still asleep, they suddenly heard the sound of whips, cursing, and crying

The two of them were awakened suddenly, and as soon as Liu Qianlang opened his eyes, he saw two evil spirits whipping towards him and Song Zhen.

"Bah! Who did I think it was? It turned out to be you two bastards! Didn't you see the size of other ghost slaves' ghost houses? How dare you be so extravagant. Yo! There are also penis bedding! I'm so tired of living! "

One of the two evil spirits was the cavalry who escorted the two last night. When they saw Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen, they recognized them immediately, and couldn't help cursing angrily.

Hearing the words, Liu Qianlang nodded secretly, and said in his heart: "As expected, the other party didn't feel anything strange about the so-called ghost shape that he and Song Zhen had turned into their current appearance. Divine reasoning."

"Crack! Crack!"

"Click!"

In the blink of an eye, the "villa" of the two was smashed into bone powder by two evil ghosts cursing, and looking at the bone tents of other ghost slaves, they were also smashed into fine pieces.

Then the two evil spirits brandished the soul-drawing whip and whipped it towards Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen. Song Zhen was furious, and he was about to touch the bloody red wind in his arms. Seeing Liu Qianlang, he hurriedly protected himself and Song Zhen with the dragon balls mixed with the technique of concealment, and said through voice transmission in his mind: "Fourth brother, please be patient and don't do anything."

"Crack! Crack!"

A whip whipped the two of them, and Song Zhen was so angry that his black and white eyebrows were almost twisted into a rope. Although he suppressed his anger and did not draw out Chifeng, his anger was hard to dissipate, and he kept yelling.

Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen are fine, they also have the body protection of Dragon Ball Gang Qi, even if the other party is exhausted, they will not hurt themselves. But those ghost slaves were miserable, they were smoked and rolled all over the floor, crying for their father and mother, smoked all over their bodies, and some of their eyes were blown out, looking very horrifying and miserable.

And although Liu Qianlang has nine dragon beads left for the twenty-one Chaos Elves, the Immortal Eye Dragon Ball for his beloved wife Qinghua Palace Master, and the Dragon Ball for Princess Jinling, the other seventy Dragon Balls are all on his body. But these ghost slaves are ghost souls and yin bodies, and Dragon Ball is the existence of powerful righteous spirit energy.

"Hey!"

"Huh? What's going on here?"

When the evil spirit opposite Song Zhen whipped Song Zhen, each time he whipped, strings of white and bright electric sparks would burst out from Song Zhen's body, and then the ghostly brilliance on the whip would become much dimmer in an instant. The evil spirit couldn't help asking the ghost cavalry beside him in surprise.

However, the same thing happened to the Ghost Rider. Although the ghost cavalry soldiers pumped Liu Qianlang with all their strength, Liu Qianlang stood steadily, without bending his waist, keeping his head down, or blinking his eyes. Not even an eyebrow trembled on the condensed face.

The ghost cavalry looked at Liu Qianlang in a daze, and the raised whip hand trembled a little, and gradually slowed down, his heart was terrified. He thought to himself, this is an evil sect, which world are these two people from, what kind of immortality have they learned, why the bone spirit circle can't work on this person. The huge soul-drawing whip hit him, not even a trace of soul was scattered! ?

"ah!"

At this moment, the skinny old man with messy white hair behind Song Zhen was being whipped and screamed by a pitch-black ghost who was more than ten feet tall, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

However, the evil spirit still didn't give up, jumped to the position behind Song Zhen, and swung his whip again. Song Zhen couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and immediately had an idea, and when the evil ghost that whipped him was whipping towards him, he deliberately turned around to hide. Taking the opportunity, he quickly summoned a bloody red wind and shot it into the body of the evil spirit behind him.

When Song Zhen turned around again, the ghost behind him had not had time to whip the whip to the old man with messy white hair, before he knelt down in front of the old man with white hair and howled miserably, It turned into puffs of black smoke and drifted away.

This miserable howl shook the entire coast of the Bone Tide Sea, and then the entire Ghost Slave Beach quickly fell silent, eerily quiet.

The evil ghosts holding the whips lightly put down their whips, and the ghost slaves who were weeping because of the whipping pain also stopped crying.

In the morning of the nether world, the sun rises in the middle of the sky, but the sun is black, and the sky is still green. It is said that it is day, but it is actually darker than night. The whole world is depressing black and green, weird and evil.

"rustle!"

The ghostly wind was flowing, and the skinny old man with messy white hair lying on the ground looked at Song Zhen's tall back with a gratified smile on his dull face. There was an unspeakable excitement in the dark eyes.

He was covered in scars, and his soul power was lost a lot, but he struggled to stand up.

"Haha! Haha! You bastards! Smoke, why don't you dare! It's outrageous! Even God will not let it go, look, such a thin old man is being bullied, damn it!"

Song Zhen suddenly let out a maniacal laugh, looked back at the old man behind him, then turned around and pointed at the evil spirit in front of him and cursed.

"this?"

The evil ghost faltered for a while, shook the whip angrily for a while, but didn't dare to pull it off.

However, there were unbelievers in the distance, who snorted coldly at Song Zhen, and then they started cruel actions again, which they were used to every day.

Liu Qianlang had already expected this kind of situation, and he also secretly gave thumbs up to his brother's actions just now, although it was a little reckless, but he relieved his anger. Therefore, when Song Zhen moved, he had already activated the Wanderer Wuji movement technique, and now countless invisible Liu Qianlang flew out, standing behind every evil spirit at this moment.

At the same time, hundreds of evil spirits who didn't believe in evil almost raised the whips together, but after they raised them, they didn't put them down again. Holding the whips, they knelt and died in front of the person who wanted to whip them.

There was another sudden silence, this time it was really quiet, the quiet was terrifying, because of the quiet, the rustling of the ghost wind became suffocating.

"Ha ha."

Song Zhen is not afraid, he knows what happened, and at this moment he loves his third brother to death. He laughed crazily, making the ghosts tremble.

In the past, these evil spirits never knew what it was like to be afraid in front of five human beings. But this time, they knew for the first time that there are people in the world who are terrible. That is the person laughing wildly in front of him and the person with white hair fluttering in the air without moving.

These evil spirits all have powerful five-dimensional visual ability, even though Liu Qianlang thought of this, when he cast the innumerable illusion spells of Wanderer Promise, he had already exerted the method of restraining breath to its peak. But these evil spirits finally found countless illusory figures, and they crawled into Liu Qianlang's body like moths flying into a flame.

"Dang-dang-dang-"

From the barracks tens of thousands of feet away, three melodious ghost bells sounded one after another. This is the southwestern pole of the nether hell. The bells of the Zhongjiang barracks practiced ghost soldiers in the early morning. When the bell rings three times, the ghost will move until the moon rises. Fang Xie.

The first bell rang, and it was also the horn when all the ghost slaves from the five worlds began to be driven to work in the fortifications of the barracks. When the third bell rang, they must have already been working on the construction site. All latecomers and those with disabled souls will disperse their souls and souls anytime and anywhere.

Hearing the bell, there was a tall and mighty cavalry general more than ten thousand feet away, wearing Cheng Liang's pitch-black armor, holding a pitch-black banner in both hands, and sitting on a pitch-black ghost horse, the space was already dark , but the color of the cavalry general's body is even darker, as black as the dark sun in the sky.

This ghost's name is Xuan Yangpeng, and he is a capable supervising general under the command of Marshal Zhongjiang, who is responsible for supervising the construction of various military fortifications in the Zhongjiang area.

This ghost is very vicious and violent. Most of the countless ghost slaves on the ghost slave beach broke into the human world, turned into a giant black bird with a dark sun in its mouth, and caused flash floods, volcanic earthquakes, evil winds and black rain everywhere. , Thousands of people slaughtered five people in the world, and then selected the souls of mortal warriors or monks to come here as soldiers and ghost slaves.

As for the other worthless souls, they just ignored them, and let the twenty-four soul-detaining envoys from the Yin-Yang Realm arrest them in the Wandering Ghost Realm, and let them dispose of them.

Xuan Yangpeng sat on the horse, waiting left and right, but he didn't see thousands of soul-twitching ghosts whipping ghost slaves passing by, ready to build and strengthen the city wall in the northeast of Central Xinjiang, because recently they heard the words of Duyuan Hades and Jueyang Hades , the twenty-four yin and yang realms above the 100,000 ice fields and the palace of the wandering Hades were taken over by a first-person world named Liu Juan! And slaughtered the wandering Hades.

Now the entire Nether Hell knows about this, and the eight soldiers in all directions are building fortifications to prevent this person from breaking into the Nether Hell's inner border. Naturally Southwest Bingjiang is no exception.

"Wow! Why are you dawdling?! Hurry up!" Xuan Yangpeng was very angry.

Xuan Yangpeng's eyes and energy had been focused on the barracks tens of thousands of feet away just now, because a few beautiful terrestrial soul singers had recently come to the barracks, and they watched the wine last night. .

So I didn't know about the death of hundreds of evil spirits more than ten thousand zhang away, and I didn't expect it. It's just that after waiting for too long, I got a little impatient and yelled. I hope to send them to the construction site soon, and then come back by myself to find those ghost slave singers.

However, there was a dead silence in the distance, no ghosts or ghost slaves were moving, but there were bursts of human laughter.

"hiss?"

Xuan Yangpeng's nose twitched, and suddenly he smelled the death of his companions, and then rode his horse at a gallop, and soon after holding a pitch-black banner with the word "you" embroidered on it, he appeared before Song Zhen and Liu Qianlang. before.

Song Zhen looked at Xuan Yangpeng disdainfully, and stopped laughing. Liu Qianlang didn't look at Xuan Yangpeng at all, he released his divine sense and quickly followed the ghosts of the hundreds of evil spirits he had killed. Then he took out a small jade bottle from his bosom, and sealed the soul of the evil ghost that had been chasing back in the small jade bottle in front of Xuan Yangpeng, because he was useful.

Xuan Yangpeng glanced around his people, and quickly knew what happened, and also knew that the two people in front of him who were said to be the prince of the underworld, Duyou, blocked the purple soul dragon, were the murderers of hundreds of companions who died.

Seeing Liu Qianlang seal the ghost of his companion in the small jade bottle, Xuan Yangpeng showed panic in his eyes, this kind of thing was only done by his fellow ghosts to human beings before. But now, in reverse, what does that mean?

Xuan Yangpeng felt ominous in his heart, and his heart trembled.

Liu Qianlang has a tall and straight figure, dressed in a brocade cicada robe, with a dazzling white light flowing, white hair flowing, eyes swaying towards the distant sky, calm but very domineering.

Song Zhen's black and white eyebrows twitched alternately, black and white clouds were flying between his eyebrows, his eyes were clear and cold, and his eyes were frightening.

Xuan Yangpeng looked at the two of them, his ghost eyelids twitched, and he thought secretly in his heart, at the same time, black smoke secretly surged inside the pitch-black ghost claws.