Son-in-law, God-Emperor

"You...you actually! You actually are Xiao Haotian?!" Ming Jiudao looked at Xiao Fan in disbelief, his eyes about to burst in shock.

"Hehehe...yes, no." Xiao Fan shook his head: "I am me, Xiao Haotian is the me of the past."

"You...damn you! Damn Xiao Haotian!" Ming Jiudao gnashed his teeth in hatred.

He once suspected whether Xiao Fan had any relationship with Xiao Haotian, but finally denied it.

After all, Xiao Haotian was dead and sacrificed himself, so the domain was isolated from the outside.

As a result, the Xiao Fan in front of him was actually Xiao Haotian.

"Hehe...Ming Jiudao, I can't believe you are so uncalm." Xiao Fan shook his head disdainfully: "Lord of the Netherworld Ghost House, ridiculous."

At this moment, Ming Jiudao felt the malice of the realm. He gradually couldn't feel the spiritual power around him, lost the source of spiritual power, and even had rejection in his body.

It seemed that this world was going to strip him away...

"Damn it! You...Xiao Fan! You...you tell me! What is the real name of this world?!" Ming Jiudao roared.

"The real name? It doesn't matter if I tell you. Listen carefully, Heaven, Dark, Holy, Land!" Xiao Fan looked at Ming Jiudao coldly.

"Heaven and Dark Holy Land, I...I remember it! Yes! It's the Heaven and Dark Holy Land! Heaven and Dark Holy Land!!" Ming Jiudao roared excitedly.

However, even if Ming Jiudao knew the name of this world, he still couldn't plunder Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan was recognized in the Ancient Burial Holy Land, and he was the master of the Heaven and Dark Holy Land.

Of course.

Xiao Fan didn't get enough power of all living beings, so he couldn't get the original power of the realm.

Ming Jiudao used special means to make the original power of the Heaven and Dark Holy Land crack and wander around randomly, but it helped Xiao Fan.

"Why can't I absorb it even though I know the name?!" Ming Jiudao was shocked.

"Hehehe... It's very simple, because now I am the Lord of Tianming Holy Land, and you are not." Xiao Fan stared at Ming Jiudao with cold eyes.

"You... You are the Lord of Tianming Holy Land?!"

"Yes, I am." Xiao Fan nodded.

"Why... Why? What did Xiao Fan do?!"

"Tianming Holy Land, I... I seem to remember it! A lost memory!"

"Here... The name here is Tianming Holy Land! Yes! It is Tianming Holy Land!"

"..."

At this time, many strong men in the Nether Ghost Mansion also awakened their severed memories and thought of the real name of this world.

Although it is not clear what happened, the ghost master at this time has obviously been suppressed by Xiao Fan.

Ming Jiudao roared hysterically in front of Xiao Fan: "You...Xiao Fan! Even if you are the Lord of Tianming! Today! I will kill you!"

"Kill me? How do you kill me?" Xiao Fan shook his head disdainfully: "You can't use the power of origin, what can you use to kill me?!"

"I... deserve to die!" Ming Jiudao roared.

In a one-on-one fight, Ming Jiudao had no confidence that he could kill Xiao Fan.

Originally, he planned to use the power of origin to completely wipe out Xiao Fan.

As a result, he helped the other party and made wedding clothes for Xiao Fan.

At this time, the situation reversed, but the breath emitted by Ming Jiudao became weaker, and the breath emitted by Xiao Fan rose steadily.

"Hehehe...Ming Jiudao, you die." Xiao Fan used the power of the root to merge with the power of the origin of Tianming Holy Land.

Above the void, a magic sword condensed, as if it could cut off the realm of the magic sword...

"You... deserve to die! I won't lose! I won't lose!" Ming Jiudao gritted his teeth fiercely, revealing a ruthless look.

"Since my spiritual power is inferior to yours, then... sacrifice!"

The next moment, inside the Netherworld Ghost Mansion, one by one, the strong men were out of control, and their bodies exploded one after another...

"Puff

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"Puff

"

"Puff

"......

"What...what's going on?!"

"Kuang Ming! What...what's wrong with you?!"

"My power is uncontrollably agitated! I...ah!"

"......"

At this moment, all those who practiced the Netherworld Ghost Mansion's skills were all backlashed by the skills.

After turning into blood mist, their vitality and soul power continuously fed back into Ming Jiudao's body.

At this moment, Ming Jiudao was reborn and regained his strength.

"I kill!!" Ming Jiudao roared, and the silver sword in his hand chopped towards the divine sword.

"Boom

"

The next moment, the sky and the earth roared, and the terrifying aura seemed to be able to destroy everything.

The barrier of the Netherworld Ghost Mansion was shattered by the terrible aftermath.