In the city of Yan Luo, the pale-faced man held the box in his hand and did not open it. There was a ghostly fire-like flame flashing in his eyes, staring at the box.

However, when he stared through the box to see what was inside, he saw a hazy sword light and saw a scene of Shen Shang's body and head separated in his hazy sword light.

A sense of horror suddenly surged in his heart. He hurriedly retreated into the darkness of Yanluo City, closed the gate, and came to the Yanluo Palace.

The world of Yan Luo was still sitting on the black throne. The person with a pale face and a ghost-like body came to the Hall of Yama. After visiting Emperor Yama, a painful expression flashed across the face of Emperor Yama.

He woke up, and the cold light surged in his eyes. Seeing the pale-faced man lifting over the red box above his head, he seemed to be recalling what happened. He quickly reacted and asked, "Why are you the only one coming in?

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"She just brought the box and left, and Baimian couldn't stop it." said the pale-faced man. His name was Baimian. He didn't know where he came from, because he only had one day to remember, and every day he woke up.

There is only one memory, that is, Emperor Yan Luo is his master, he gave his life, and be loyal to him.

His body was nothing, only one face could make people see clearly, and the others were floating in the dark like a veil.

"Yeah." Emperor Yan Luo just responded lightly, unable to hear any emotion, and naturally Bai Fang couldn't hear it. There was no memory of what Yan Luo wanted to do in his memory. The box stained with blood in his hand was red as red as blood.

It flew out of thin air and appeared in the hands of Emperor Yan Luo.

Emperor Yan Luo held the red blood-stained box in his hands. The same ghostly flames flashed in his eyes. He opened the box. There was a bloody head inside it, which was Shen Shang.

Shen Shang's eyes were still staring, and his pupils were filled with incredible and unbelievableness. Yan Luo did not only see these, but he saw what Shen Shang said to the person who came out of the sword river before his death, and all the scenes

They are all presented again in Yan Luo's eyes.

In a vast darkness and nothingness, a huge mountain floats.

There are many such mountain peaks in the dark Zhongyuan world, and there are usually some spirit-opening monsters entrenched on such mountain peaks. At this time, there is a big red one that is no smaller than a blue blood whale on this mountain.

The shrimp was lying on the hill, and there was a sitting on its back, looking into the distance.

Next to it is a petite woman in green standing there quietly.

A man strolled out in the darkness, and it was the Shangshang.

"Your Highness asks you to go to the Hall of Yama." Shen Shang said as soon as he appeared.

"Which Your Highness?" asked the man riding on the big red shrimp.

"The Emperor of Hell in the Underworld." Shen Shang said.

"I only know King Qin Guang, but he is not in this world." The man riding on the big red shrimp said lightly.

The Shangshang seemed a little surprised what the man said, but he was stunned and immediately said, "So, don't you want to go?"

"Of course, I still have very important things to do. Do you know where the Immortal Mountain is?" asked the man riding on the big red shrimp.

"You don't know that no one in this world can reject Emperor Yama." Shen Shang said.

"I only know that no one in this world can let me do what I don't want to do." said the man riding on the big red shrimp.

"It seems that I can only bring your head back to His Highness." Shen Shang said.

"Ha, Master He Shen, let me first weigh the bird's head how many pounds it is." The big red shrimp suddenly shouted. He was not talking casually, although he looked rough and generous, he spoke.

I didn't look like I was in the door, but after so many years of storms, I have been a thief. At this time, this person is obviously not conducive to his own Heshen. The so-called "whoever comes is not good, and the good ones do not come, the Heshen is here

Wandering in the darkness, this person was able to find the River God, which shows that his cultivation level was definitely not low.

He said he wanted to weigh the other party first, that is, he wanted the Heshen to explore the other party's bottom through his own battle with the other party. However, this was extremely dangerous for the big red shrimp.

The God of River only smiled and said, "Where is your turn to take action in this world? Although I may not be as good as many people, I can't kill me if I come out alone."

When he finished speaking, he had already floated from the big red shrimp. When he floated, he was like a dream butterfly, light like a butterfly rising with the wind. He had already arrived in the air.

In front of the Shangshe.

The confusion in the eyes of Shen Shang woke up in an instant, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed it, as if he wanted to grab the River God, who was more like a butterfly than a human, into his palm with one hand.

However, his hand was just grabbing his hand, and his head was already flying. The head was still floating in the air. The River God suddenly tore off a corner of his clothes and threw it into the void. The torn clothes had already wrapped the head.

He got up, and the blood instantly dyed the clothes red, and then the head wrapped in the clothes fell back to the hands of the God of River. The moment it fell on the hands, it turned into a blood-red box.

Just when Emperor Yan Luo saw this scene, he suddenly threw out the box in his hand. The moment the box was thrown out, the box turned into a bloody horn of the horn of the horn of the horn of the cloak.

The head fell out, but the corner of the clothes unfolded at this moment, and a shadow transformed into a shadow like a butterfly like a dream, but in this lightness and dream, there was a trace of endless killing.

meaning.

It looks like winter rain, it looks beautiful, but it is so cold that it penetrates the bones.

The moment the shadow appeared, he stabbed towards Emperor Yan Luo with a sword.

Emperor Yan Luo was furious. He was the only one who assassinated others in various ways without realizing it. No one could assassinate him.

But today there is a person from the Jianhe World. He didn't know that the River God, who was in the Jianhe World, had transformed into a butterfly, imprinted on the piano, and entered the Lingxiao Temple.

Assassinated the great emperor who was known as the number one in the world at that time.

The River God Lord Chen Jing at that time was almost incomparable to today.

Emperor Yan Luo was furious, but he did not hesitate at all. The sudden danger and murderous intent did not allow him to be careless. His hand was grabbed the same as that of the Shenshang, but after the Shenshang claw was captured.

His head and body separated. But Emperor Yama was not like that. The moment he grabbed it with one hand, the shadow that was originally as light as a dream was bound, and the entire Hall of Yama became solemn and awkward.

The shadow instantly dissipated and disappeared, and the corner of the clothes was grabbed in his hand.

"court death."

As the cold and boundless voice of Emperor Yan Luo appeared, he threw the corner of his clothes in his hand, and the corner of his clothes floated in the Hall of Ya Luo, but this floating was not in this void, but seemed to float in the boundless.

In time and space, the Hall of Yama turned into darkness. In the darkness, only the horn of the clothes was like a bird returning home, spreading its wings and flying in the night. The Emperor of Yama was standing there, staring at this.

everything

Dark turbulence, turbulent waves.

At the end of the dark turbulence and the surging waves, a man riding a big red shrimp and a petite woman appeared, walking in the darkness ignorantly.
Chapter completed!