Qin Ye only felt his mouth dry.

I... underestimate the underworld too much.

Before this, I thought that the riot of the Yin Spirit was like countless corpses who had no power to attack the Ghost Gate like a dead body. This kind of Yin Spirit would kill as much as he could.

As for psychological burden?

Are you joking?

However, I never expected that the underworld's ghost riot would look like this. The rage has definitely reached the level of impermanence!

This is just a riot... With 100,000 riots, the underworld will definitely expand in recent years, and more ghosts will inevitably feel the existence of the underworld. Next time, how many ghosts will come?

Once an accident occurs, what will happen to riots...rebellions...?

The underworld cannot be judged by the common sense of the world.

"Don't worry, the riot cannot break the gate of ghosts at all." Alsace said calmly: "I have said that the gate of ghosts is the first face of the underworld. Unless a riot formed by millions of ghosts, the gate of ghosts will be as hard as a road. But... if the Yin Puppet is removed for a day, that area will not be used for a day."

As if she saw through Qin Ye’s thoughts, she smiled slightly: “This is just a riot. Once it reaches the level of riot, dozens of Yin Puppets of the Judge level will hit the Ghost Gate… Otherwise, how do you think this palace says that more than a thousand judges from the underworld come from?”

"Every province, there are at least ten judges guarding the riots that may occur at any time. The ghosts are different from people. They are neither old nor dead, they do not eat nor drink, and their moral standards are different from those in the world. You can't judge why they will be dissatisfied... Do you still think that Oda Nobunaga's residual soul is irrelevant?"

Qin Ye didn't speak anymore.

If Oda Nobunaga was there, he wouldn't even need to come down today. He believed that the Sixth Day Demon King would like this game very much.

"Let's talk about it first." Qin Ye breathed a sigh of relief. In the underworld, he maintained a cold personality. He took the initiative to take a step forward, and then asked in a low voice: "Impermanence?"

"Early stage of impermanence." Arthas glanced and retreated into the gates of hell. Looking at the ripples of light curtains that were constantly being smashed, the pale-faced ghosts calculated slightly: "You are lucky, at least you have left you 50,000 laborers. The ones who depended on the road mark were about 130,000 ghosts. At least not to the point where everyone shouted and beat them."

“…I can think this is a compliment?”

"Guess?" Arthas blessed slightly toward the roof: "Sir Ming, prepare to start the formation."

As the last word fell, the bright world burst into bright light. Under the tree and around the gate of ghosts, all the terrified ghosts looked at the sky blankly. The white words protecting them flashed together, and then they faded quickly like stars.

"What's going on?" "The defensive magic array is going to fail?" "Oh my God! Who will save us! What happened?! Why did this monster suddenly appear!"

Screams of horror came one after another, and many people stood up out of control. Suddenly, Qin Ye's voice sounded like thunder: "Silent."

Swipe! Suddenly, countless terrified eyes looked at him like a savior. He paused for two seconds before slowly saying: "Some people are dissatisfied. But they don't know that in the underworld, when desire condenses to a peak, they will become a Yin Puppet that is not even this kind of ghost."

"Sir..." An old man couldn't stand steadily and said in a trembling voice: "They...they..."

"Everything is dead." Qin Ye said lightly: "So, now I will solve this problem. Don't panic. Mr. Ming, start the formation."

Buzz... The whole space trembled in unison, and the floating white words were arranged quickly, leaving a gap in the center. The next second, Kakakakaka... The sound of the stone door opening sounded loudly, and countless yin energy rushed in with the ghost fireflies flying all over the sky!

"Si..." "Ha..." A ray of sky opened, and the ghosts near the door screamed and squeezed into the crowd. In an instant, with the roar of the cold wind, the group of ghosts retreated like a tide. In less than ten seconds, Qin Ye was the only one who was close to the door.

The crack was getting bigger and bigger, and the cold wind blew Qin Ye's hair backwards. Just as it was five meters open, with a shocking roar, ten pale fingers slid into the gap with a click. The next second, a golden eye was embedded in the pale bones, burning with green fire, looking straight into Qin Ye from the gap.

Very big.

Qin Ye was probably a little bigger than this eye. Ordinary people might have been scared to death when they saw this scene. The angry wing shrank back and then roared, and his white teeth were facing Qin Ye, as if a wolf had seen the most delicious meat, and his ten fingers were desperately pulling the crack.

"roar!!!"

The terrifying roar brought out a huge sound wave, blowing the yellow tree crown behind the light curtain shaking wildly. Qin Ye sneered and rushed out like a meteor!

Dare to provoke in the underworld and kill without mercy!

Brush! During the rush forward, the body had turned into countless yin energy. When it rushed out of the gap, the yin energy in the sky wrapped Qin Ye into a cocoon of yin energy. With the angrily shout of "Yin Case take someone, retreat in idleness" resounded throughout the world, Wuchang Yin Case had already stepped out of it.

He was wearing a white robe and a high hat. He waved the mourning stick and cried thousands of ghosts, and slashed the top of his head like a meteor.

"Roar!!" The angry shouts seemed to echoing thousands of people, and they actually formed a strong wind. In the strong wind, they roared and bit towards Qin Ye.

"It just happened to try Wuchang's hand with you...ah, but Yincha's natural suppression of ghosts, you probably can't get three moves." Qin Ye smiled slightly, and just as the angry whispered to close his gums, the person had turned into a cloudy wind in the sky and appeared above the other person's head.

The mourning stick was pressed down with force, and the seemingly hard and extremely hard Rage Spirit Cover was actually penetrated by a blow!

Dong! A circle of dark yin energy was pulled into a wave of air visible to the naked eye. "Huh!!!" The rage let out a heart-wrenching scream. The skull sponge cracked like a spider web on the cover of the sky. The next second, countless yin spirits in the gap actually sprayed out like a fountain! A yin spirit tornado was formed. In the severe pain, the rage closed his hands and slapped his head at the same time.

Bang! Just like a man slapping a mosquito, Qin Ye is pitiful compared to Yin Puppets.

"Ah!" "This, sir, have you been caught?" "Why don't you hide?"

Just as the other ghosts were terrified, the attack of the rage actually grabbed Qin Ye steadily. The huge white bone palm quickly gathered into a fist on the top of his head and suddenly closed it.

"So the Yin Puppets are just this little skill..." Before the Yin Spirits could finish their screams, Qin Ye's laughter sounded in the air: "I thought I was so capable... Even you dare to be dissatisfied with the underworld?"

This is a show.

Strength show.

Let the living ghost realize the reality again, again, countless times and make the right attitude.

"I don't remember who gave you a place to stay after your death."

Kakaka...the two golden eyes were angry, and their pupils were separated from each other and looked at the top of their heads, and the gathering fists were slowly stretched open by something unknown.

"Si...si!" It screamed unwillingly, its bones were trembling, and its ghost fire was unstable, but its hands could no longer be closed.

"I don't remember, I said, "I am more considerate to your slack work and do nothing. I am tolerant of your slacking off work. Sure enough, people... can't be too satisfied."

"Satisfied that you still want to ask for more now."

boom!

The angry stern hands exploded, and the miserable screams turned into pieces of bones splashed. Qin Ye's hands did not move, and he was still placed on the mourning stick, but a layer of yin energy outside his body was like substance.

Official power.

The power of the official in the unpredictable state.

His small mourning stick was so small compared to the entire rage, but he was like a Dinghai Shen Needle, nailing the huge skeleton to the point where he could not move. The rage screamed, but it seemed that the snake that had been pinched seven inches could not move at all.

This scene made all the ghosts swallow.

The roar of the cold wind is like a storm of waves, the ghost fire is connected to the sky, like stars in the dark night. It is clearly a scene of hell, but this person who steps quietly on the yin puppet is like the Lord of hell.

No...this is the Lord of Hell.

The yin energy was as dark as ink, and the mourning stick was blowing and making a rustling sound. Qin Ye gently stroked the top of the mourning stick and said lightly: "For me, if you are not satisfied... I will die."

The next second, a shocking scream echoed throughout the underworld.

"She!!!"

The lower end of the mourning stick directly pierced the Tianling cover of the angry wing, and the fragments of bones splashed and stuck... A series of cracks spread from the top of the head in the shocking eyes of all the ghosts, more and more, and denser. Finally... the entire body of the fifty-meter-sized Yin Puppet was covered with cracks like porcelain in less than ten seconds!

The continuous crisp sounds, the Yin Puppet's screams collapsed without even making a sound. During the process of falling, it turned into ghost fires flying all over the sky and flew straight to the Ghost Gate Pass. Finally, it fell into the hands of the sculptures, and the green dark lamps quietly lit up on their bodies. For a moment, the green lights in the Ghost Gate Pass were magnificent.

"Damn..." An elderly ghost hiding under the tree took a deep breath, leaned against the tree, opened his mouth wide, and stood up unconsciously.

Awe.

These days, he didn't know that as the number of ghosts increases and they do nothing, I don't know how many ghosts are talking behind their backs, "Have you ever seen someone in charge?" "I've seen someone in charge of the matter, a little kid, ruthless." "Do you care if he is cruel? We're fine! He doesn't have electricity or network connections, he doesn't know what to do for us?" "Shh, whisper, I'll tell you, he killed many ghosts before you come."

"So what? Can you kill us all?" "Yes! Ask him to go, let me reincarnate every day without doing anything! Are you here to accompany him to play the Qin Empire?" "Forget it... I heard that he is very powerful." "Cow!"

There were more and more such sounds, but he remembered firmly how the ghost who made such unjust voices in the first two times was like this.

He stared blankly at Qin Ye floating down from the air. The other party was in the center of the Yin Spirit Fountain, but it seemed to be walking on the avenue of flowers.

Natural, calm. There is a kind of beauty that belongs to the underworld.

At this moment, he recalled the horror of being dominated by death.

The second person also stood up, and then the third... the tenth... one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand... fifty thousand!

They all watched this scene silently and kept it in mind.

Qin Ye walked back slowly, and no one dared to approach ten meters wherever he passed. Even though he was far enough away, he still shook his whole body and hid further.

I don’t know who spoke first: “Master Yan Luo…majestic…”

It's ridiculous, who modern people call this?

However, no one could laugh at this moment.

On the contrary, I don’t know who follows: “Master Yan Luo…majestic!”

"Master Qin..." "Master Qin is mighty!" "Master Qin is mighty!"
Chapter completed!