The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1235: The Wraith

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Huh!

Yin wind gusts, and gray air currents fall from above the nine heavens, and then turn into a gloomy face of the old man, coldly looking at the two people below, with naked killing intent in their eyes, without concealing it.

"The Emperor Dojo?"

Looking at him deeply, Chu Qingcheng couldn't help being stunned: "He said that the emperor's dojo, is he just..."

Without waiting for her voice to fall, Zhuo Fan has hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to the old man: "Junior Zhuo Fan, join Master Ming!"

"Emperor Underworld? Really Emperor Underworld? Isn't he dead?" Completely dumbfounded, the second monk Chu Qingcheng couldn't figure it out and muttered to himself: "But if he is not dead, those people will fight for the map of Minghai. What are you doing, the tomb robber met the owner, don’t you want to die?"

Now, she has no idea what to say about those who are greedy.

It is said that the ancient ten emperors have fallen. If you find their dojo, you will have the opportunity to inherit them and claim the title of emperor in the world. But now, if they have not fallen, you just ran away to steal treasures from their houses. Isn't this the old birthday star hanging himself?

When Emperor Hades heard this, he glanced at her and sneered: "The old man is the Emperor Hades among the ten emperors. The life and death of the world will not disappear even if he dies. My appearance on the sea will remain so. With so many resentful spirits and ghosts, can't it be that I can't settle in? A joke, hum!"

The corners of his mouth flattened, Chu Qingcheng nodded bitterly, feeling clear.

Yes, this Emperor Underworld is the ancestor of all the resentful spirits in the world, and this Underworld is a place where resentful spirits gather, how can he easily hang up as the boss?

Hey, those people outside are so naive. It's not good to dig someone's grave. They have to dig Mingdi. But we didn't come to dig the grave. We just broke in accidentally. Why did you hang us up? It's really wrong.

"Senior Emperor Ming, forgive me, we two accidentally rushed to the expensive land for a while, just want to go back alive, not to steal any treasures from you. I also hope that your lord, forgive us!"

One step forward, Zhuo Fan eagerly bowed: "According to your rules, the juniors have also come through three levels, please raise your hand!"

Shaking his head anxiously, Chu Qingcheng also looked at Emperor Ming imploringly.

Squinting at him, Emperor Ming sneered unconsciously: "Three levels? Yes, the old man’s rule is that you can come here to meet the old man after passing through three levels, but I didn’t say that I must be released. There is a chance, it doesn’t mean Definitely, it's all up to the old man whether he is happy or not!"

"Uh, is Senior Emperor Underworld happy now?"

"Unhappy!"

"Why?" Zhuo Fan and Chu Qingcheng asked together.

With a sneer, Emperor Ming curled his lips in disdain: "The old man cleans up and is disturbed by a group of ignorant juniors. How can he be happy?"

Boom!

Suddenly, another loud noise rang out in nine days. Emperor Ming raised his eyes and looked a little heavy.

"However, the old man is not difficult for you, and gives you a choice. You two, I will only leave one here, one will be released to the world, you make a decision!"

"He will leave and I will stay!"

Almost at the same time, the two spoke together.

The Emperor Ming glanced at the two of them lightly and couldn't help laughing out: "Hahaha...I answered it so quickly, is this old man easy? Okay, let's change to the next one. Come on!"

"Hey, senior, you are the ten ancient emperors, how can you say nothing?" Hearing this, Chu Qingcheng didn't feel anxious. Let him go, I can stay and be an undead!"

When Zhuo Fan heard it, the corners of his mouth flicked Xinran, and he remained silent. Because he knows that this question is simple, but not simple. Because the two couldn't bear the other side's being reduced to the body of the dead, neither one would want to leave, and this was still incomprehensible.

As the ancient power, since this question was asked, Emperor Ming must have already had his answer in his heart.

With a grin, there was a deep gloom in Mingdi’s eyes: "The old man said that if you give you a ray of life, there must be a way for you to go. But you can’t choose yourself. The old man will help you choose. !"

As soon as the voice fell, the Emperor Underworld suddenly shot two gray beams of light. With a bang, it hit the void and burned a big hole. At the same time, bursts of killing and explosions sounded so steeply from inside.

Unconsciously, the two of them looked intently, only to see pictures of you chasing me. A pile of gray people rushed to a few familiar figures like a tide, in an endless stream. But it turned out that it was Meng Xiaofeng and Zhao Cheng who were being besieged by a group of resentful spirits in the sea of ​​darkness. Among them, there was a beautiful figure, which was Baili Yuyu?

Why did she come in too?

Brows trembled, Zhuo Fan worried. Emperor Ming glanced at him and said lightly: "Among these three people, there are your enemies and your friends. Now let you choose, only one person will leave, how do you choose?"

Slightly stagnated, Zhuo Fan was silent.

Before between Chu Qingcheng and himself, he could leave his life to Chu Qingcheng without hesitation. After all, your own life is yours, and it doesn't matter how you deal with it, but just ask for a clear conscience.

However, Baili Yuyu suddenly ran in. If he lost his life because of a thought, he would be ashamed of his life. He Zhuo Fan has never owed favors. Now facing the two of them to make a choice, he is in a dilemma. No matter how he chooses, his heart is bound to be uneasy.

"Go!"

Seems to see the entanglement in Zhuo Fan’s heart, Emperor Ming couldn’t help but laugh, and he passed in front of the two in an instant, and they disappeared immediately. When they reappear, they are already surrounded by the group of resentful spirits. Among.

Touch!

With a loud noise, Meng Xiaofeng slapped an old man with an illusory figure, and took two steps back and forth, and his blood surged. Although he doesn't have blood or blood right now, it's just that feeling that his body is illusory.

"Mother, there are saint-level resentful spirits in it. This Minghai is really not easy...Hey, Qingcheng, they finally appeared!"

"What, did you see them both?"

After overthrowing a resentful spirit, Zhao Cheng turned his head to look, and was overjoyed: "Steward Zhuo, where have you gone? After we came in, we didn't see you. Are you all right!" "

Brows trembled, Zhuo Fan thought about it and seemed to understand something.

They don’t seem to know what to do in the three stages. Are these three stages just for themselves? Not everyone has this blessing and is taught by an emperor master?

Huh!

At this moment, a black shadow flashed and hit Zhuo Fan's back with a palm, but before the person came to him, he touched him and was kicked out, and then Baili Yuyu 'S figure appeared next to Zhuo Fan, with surprises on his face: "Zhuo Fan, are you okay!"

"Yu Yu, did anyone tell you to go through three levels?"

"What are the three levels? As soon as we came in, we were chased by a group of resentful spirits, and we never spoke to anyone. I doubt that after these people died, would they not be able to speak anymore. What's wrong? "

"Oh, nothing!"

Slightly shook his head, Zhuo Fan's face was solemn, and he was more certain that all of this was specially prepared for him. Especially the way he found Minghai was based on the black ball given by Emperor Yun, and then the test on him by the emperors.

Could it be... in the dark, this is a deliberate arrangement?

Just, why is this all, he was only a demon emperor in his previous life? Could it be that it was because he found the relationship between the Demon Emperor's inheritance and the Jiuyou Secret Record?

There is a bit of confusion in his eyes, and Zhuo Fan has too many puzzles in his heart.

Ah!

Suddenly, with a scream tore through the sky, Zhuo Fan was startled before he remembered: "Qingcheng!"

Turning around, I saw that even though Chu Qingcheng was blown here, he was still tied to the cross, unable to move, and a group of resentful spirits surrounded the side and howled in terror, but they didn’t. The meaning of coming forward to hurt.

"Allure!"

Meng Xiaofeng couldn't help but yell when he saw it, but he couldn't help but be happy in his heart.

Great, it's time for the hero to save the United States. Although we don't know how she was tied up, how could she suddenly appear in such a cruel place. But what is certain is that as long as she can be rescued this time, she must secretly promise that the thing will be...humph!

Thinking about this, Meng Xiaofeng stepped on her feet and rushed towards Chu Qingcheng. His body shook, a gleam of silver light, a huge figure with eight long swords on his back and a hundred feet in length. Suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The unique existence of the saint, the saint!

"You gang of resentful spirits, let this son stay away from Qingcheng!"

With a long roar, the huge figure took out two long swords from behind and waved it earlier.

Boom!

As if two hurricanes passed by, tens of thousands of resentful spirits in front of them were lifted off immediately, disappearing without a trace in the howls. Meng Xiaofeng's hundred-zhang mighty figure stood upright between the heavens and the earth, very imposing and domineering.

A triumphant smile crossed the corner of his mouth, looking at the Yiren below, Meng Xiaofeng raised his brows fiercely, and a proud heart was almost flying to the nine heavens.

How about, Qingcheng, I'm handsome!

Touch!

However, before he had time for two seconds, there was another loud noise, and his huge figure flew out so steeply that it was already under a larger fist. Before it landed, it smashed a little, scattered and separated, and the Holy Body was missing. Only Meng Xiaofeng's yin body fell to the ground with soreness all over, and his complexion turned pale in an instant.

Who?

Who is it? Damn, so powerful?

Puffing heavily, Meng Xiaofeng reluctantly raised his head and looked forward, but his pupils were steep, and he said in amazement, "Holy...Holy peak? How can this sea of ​​heaven be strong? Who? Can such an existence die?"

In front of him, there was a huge figure of the same height of one hundred feet, with lightning flashes on his fists, and among the huge body was a man with a gloomy face, looking at him coldly, disdainfully said: "Little baby, I have never seen the world. In the ancient war, the emperor-level masters have fallen, and the peak of the saint is a fart! It's just that the second layer of the saint ran here to play in the wild, you found the wrong place, hum!"

Hearing this, Meng Xiaofeng's face twitched, and his heart sank suddenly.

Minghai is worthy of being the Emperor Underworld Dojo, there are really no shortage of masters in the dead spirits...