The Strongest Mythical Emperor

"No, Your Highness!"

The Roaring Sky Dog quickly shouted that it recognized the soul-calling bell. It was a very dangerous thing that could attract help from ghosts, but it would also devour the sanity in people's hearts and eventually become a ghost.

Qin Jun was not willing to listen to it, so he immediately shook the soul-calling bell. The bewitching sound of the bell made the people in the night market behind the high wall fall into a trance and freeze in place.

Immediately afterwards, two figures suddenly rose from the ground in front of Qin Jun, one black and one white, full of yin energy, and it was clear that black and white were impermanent.

"Your Highness, step back!"

The Roaring Sky Dog quickly stood in front of Qin Jun. It could feel the oppressive pressure emitted by Black and White, making its scalp numb.

He cursed in his heart that His Highness was so lucky that he could attract the Ghost King with one move. Such an existence was beyond the control of a Golden Core Realm monk like Qin Jun.

"See Your Highness!"

Black and White Wuchang smiled sinisterly and held their hands. Of course, they were not calculating Qin Jun, but their image was like this.

The Roaring Sky Dog was dumbfounded. The ghosts summoned by the Soul-Calling Bell were always rude to their owners, even very presumptuous, especially the Ghost King. However, it did not expect that the two Ghost Kings in front of it, which made its hair stand on end, would actually bow to Lord Qin. .

"Someone attacked me just now. He was injured and escaped ten miles away using special means. You go follow him and take out the forces behind him!"

Qin Jun said in a deep voice, almost dying made him angry and decided to teach the other party a painful lesson.

"no problem!"

Hei Wuchang sneered. After saying that, he and Bai Wuchang escaped underground again. They didn't even ask what the sneak attackers looked like. They obviously had special tracking methods. After all, they were ghosts who seduced people in the world.

After they left, Roaring Sky Dog couldn't help but ask: "Your Highness, how did you get the Soul-Calling Bell?"

"Of course they gave it to me. Their name is Black and White Wuchang, and they are ghosts and gods from the underworld." Qin Jun said with a smile. Hearing the word ghosts and gods made the barking dogs and dogs widen their eyes.

Xiaotian Quan was so shocked that he didn't know what to say for a long time.

The ghosts and gods in the underworld were subdued by Qin Jun?

Why the hell do I feel like a fantasy? Am I dreaming?

…

In another area of ​​Luoyan City, a man in black walked with difficulty in front of a mansion, with the words Divine Sword Hall engraved on the plaque.

The Divine Sword Hall has branches in every city in the Nanzhuo Dynasty, in order to convey the Holy Emperor's wishes and handle matters in a timely manner.

The Qianlong Martial Arts Competition is also co-organized by the Divine Sword Hall in each city.

The man in black knocked on the door, and soon someone opened the door for him. He pulled down his black scarf, revealing a bloodless face. He looked ordinary and looked to be in his thirties.

"Senior Brother Nie, what's wrong with you?" The disciple who opened the door shouted in horror.

The man in black, known as Senior Brother Nie, smiled bitterly and said, "Keep your voice down and take me to see the Thirteenth Elder quickly!"

"good……"

The disciple quickly helped Senior Brother Nie enter the door, then looked outside twice before closing the door.

About three minutes later, the two arrived at the branch lobby. At this moment, an old man was floating cross-legged in the air in the lobby, practicing martial arts. The spiritual energy was surrounding him like a whirlwind, turning invisible into tangible, and the momentum was overwhelming.

"Thirteenth Elder, the disciple's mission failed!"

Senior Brother Nie knelt on the ground and clasped his fists. As he spoke, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood arrows and collapsed to the ground. All the bones in his body were broken. It was pretty good that he could hold on until now.

So after reporting the task, he couldn't bear it anymore.

The old man known as the Thirteenth Elder opened his eyes. His hair was sparse and gray, and he was dressed in a gray robe. When he saw the miserable state of Senior Brother Nie, he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"You go down first!" The Thirteenth Elder said to the disciple who opened the door for Senior Brother Nie. The disciple quickly left nervously.

After he walked out of the lobby, the Thirteenth Elder asked: "What's going on? How did you get hurt like this? Didn't I ask you to kill Lord Qin?"

Senior Brother Nie has the cultivation level of the ninth level of Mortal Realm, so it is easy to win over a Golden Core Realm monk.

"There is a black dog under Mr. Qin. It is the demon king. It smashed all my bones with one head. If it were not for my master's cultivation, I would be dead right now." Senior Brother Nie lay on the ground and laughed miserably. Previously, he relied on the spiritual energy in his body. He had forced himself to support his body, but now that his spiritual energy had dissipated, his whole body seemed to be paralyzed, unable to stand up at all.

"Demon King..." The Thirteenth Elder muttered to himself.

"Jie Jie——"

At this moment, a sinister laughter rang out in the lobby. The thirteen elders were shocked and quickly looked around. There was no third person in the lobby except them.

"Who is trespassing in the Divine Sword Hall!" The Thirteenth Elder shouted in a deep voice, and the momentum of the ninth level of the Transformation Realm suddenly exploded, shocking all the disciples in the house to wake up from practicing or sleeping, and gathered in the lobby one after another.

"ah--"

Senior Brother Nie suddenly screamed, and a pale, bony hand emerged from the ground and grabbed his throat. The scene was eerie and terrifying. There was a click. Before the Thirteenth Elder could react, Senior Brother Nie's throat was crushed. , this scene gave the thirteen elders goosebumps.

This was the first time he had witnessed such a strange scene. The most important thing was that he could not sense the enemy's aura.

Black and White Impermanence are ghosts and gods, how could they be noticed by monks who are lower than their level of cultivation?

Xin Xin Xin——

An iron chain suddenly emerged from the darkness behind the Thirteenth Elder. Just as the Thirteenth Elder was about to turn around, the iron chain was wrapped around his neck. He subconsciously tried to break free, but he couldn't pull the iron chain at all.

The soul-locking chain is a magic weapon-level existence, how could he break it?

Unprecedented fear grew in the heart of the Thirteenth Elder. He suddenly felt a chill in his ears. He glanced around and was almost frightened to death. He saw Hei Wuchang lying behind him, with a long scarlet tongue licking his ears. Those eyes were like evil spirits. The ghostly eyes stared at him, as if blood would flow out of the eye sockets at any time.

Even Qin Jun, who had watched countless horror movies, was frightened for a while before he calmed down, let alone the Thirteenth Elder.

"You...what the hell..."

The Thirteenth Elder asked with difficulty. At the same time, he turned his right hand and an emerald green dagger appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Poof!

Before the Thirteenth Elder could make a move, he felt something being torn open in his abdomen. The severe pain made his face contort, but his neck was entangled with the soul-locking chain, causing him to only make a squeaking sound.

At some point, Bai Wuchang appeared in front of him. His right hand had already penetrated his abdomen, and blood could not stop pouring out. Looking at Bai Wuchang's evil smile, the eyes of the thirteen elders were full of despair and pain.

"If you offend someone you can't afford to offend, even if you fall into hell, you won't be able to escape!"

Hei Wuchang chuckled in the Thirteenth Elder's ear, but his voice was so cold, and after speaking, he licked the Thirteenth Elder's face with his long tongue.

A burst of messy footsteps suddenly came, and a group of Divine Sword Hall disciples broke in. They were all frightened when they saw the scene of black and white impermanence imprisoning the thirteen elders.

Fourth update! Thanks to book friend 々gloryˇ﹁﹂ Huang Zhiheng for offering 10,000 book coins to become the sixth helmsman of this book! The points are so accurate. Will this chapter keep you awake at night?