Outside the black fog, Emperor Song stood with his hands behind his back, watching everything that emerged from the black fog. Bayi Middle School     W★w   W★.

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But at this moment, his heart suddenly shook!

A sword intent that was so powerful that he was frightened suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, and even his cultivation level was trembling in his body.

Under the night, the moonlight poured down, and the wind and clouds began to swarm in at this moment, like a white horse flowing between the sky and the earth. The entire Changbai Mountain and the sixteen peaks began to tremble violently, and the ice in the Tianchi Lake cracked thousands of cracks!

In the emperor's hand edict, Luo Shifang and Huo Qilin were working hard to break the power of the hand edict's barrier, but at this moment, the sword intent filled the whole world.

The sword in Luo Shifang's hand suddenly stopped, his face was stunned, but then he laughed and laughed to the sky.

Looking at the black fog, the Taibai sword in his hand, and the water-blue light fell into the vastness.

"Brother, let these underworld muds take a good look. This is the real you!"

In the black fog, Yan Feng's figure was blown back by the previous momentum, and the black and white danced with the wind. The Yin God's weapon was already here, but at this moment, the moment Yan Feng opened his eyes.

The night sky is hanging, and there are only a few eagles flying past under the moon.

Endless shrill roars came from the black fog and resounded throughout the world.

In an instant, the sword energy spread across the black fog and rushed out of the black fog. The sword energy spread throughout the world, covering the moonlight.

Three breaths, the entire black fog scattered in the sky, and most of the Yin Gods were destroyed in ashes within the sword energy in an instant.

One person and one wolf, reappeared between the world again, and the moonlight shone.

The black and white are long, with a pair of extremely cold eyes, and a three-color fire flame ringing around the body.

Yan Feng turned around and walked towards Emperor Song step by step.

Emperor Song frowned at this moment, and he felt an indescribable aura on the young man.

"Who is this person..., why, why did he suddenly have such power!"

But at this moment, Emperor Song could no longer think too much. After Yan Feng's figure took three steps, in the fourth step, his figure swung past like a phantom, and turned into a phantom to come to Emperor Song.

The sword in his hand, a thousand feet of sword energy broke through the air, shocking the sky and destroying the earth.

In front of Emperor Song, a long black rope appeared out of thin air, covered with black spell seals engraved with strange colors, flashing with streamers.

Emperor Song was in charge of the Hell of the Black Rope. This rope was his token and his weapon.

The black rope instantly turned into a thousand feet in size, turning into a black dragon, hovering over the body of the Emperor Song, trying to block the sword energy.

What Emperor Song could not imagine was that the black dragon transformed by the black rope seemed powerful, but it was instantly destroyed under this sword energy, and the surging sword energy came straight to the body of Emperor Song.

Emperor Song was truly moved at this moment. Such power! He was completely shocked!

Who is he? He is so powerful!

"The blood Rakshasa soul has not dissipated!"

At this moment, Emperor Song blurted out this sentence.

A gust of wind blew past the Song Emperor.

The original sword energy disappeared in an instant, but a sword pointed at Emperor Song and Emperor Song. He was locked by Yan Feng's sword intent and did not dare to move at all.

Yan Feng frowned, and a drop of blood appeared from the point of the sword, floating out, and instantly headed towards the Emperor of Song and poured into the Emperor of Song's forehead.

"Use blood as the guide, carve the sorrow of the sorrow, escape from the three realms and six paths, and become my ghost!"

Yan Feng's voice fell into the heart of Emperor Song. Emperor Song, at this moment, understood everything in an instant.

No wonder the Emperor insisted on catching the Blood Rakshasa back! But he did not mention the crime of the Blood Rakshasa. The reason was this!

The trick to fight ghosts!

The Emperor's Ghost Skill was actually stolen!

This is the secret of Emperor Beiyin’s administration of the underworld. It is precisely because of the secret of the ghost service that he Beiyin can dominate the underworld!

However, it was also at this moment that Emperor Song lost the idea of ​​resistance in his heart. His cultivation was locked by the sword intent and could not be used at all. He could only let the ghost technique plant into his soul.

Once the ghost craft is planted, I will no longer be a person from the underworld, but the young man in front of me.

As for the ghost technique that was planted in the Northern Yin in his body, it was completely erased at this moment.

But strangely, although Emperor Song was planted in the Ghost Skill, his expression did not have any emotional fluctuations.

"Blood seal!"

"Soul-carving!"

Yan Feng frowned. Just before, he wanted to kill the old man in front of him with a sword, but the old man's words "The Blood Rakshasa" made him instantly annihilate his sword energy.

Just as the moment the Ghost Art was completed, Yan Feng's sword intent also disappeared in an instant, and the sword energy that lies across the world also disappeared in this moment.

Yan Feng's length instantly returned to his original length, and his body fell down at this moment, losing the sword intent, and he could not miss the air!

Bai Mi's figure flashed, holding Yan Feng.

Standing on the wolf's head, Yan Feng suddenly felt a suffocation in his chest and gasped.

That sword intent...

In Yan Feng's spiritual sea, this sword intent has completely disappeared and disappeared.

Yan Feng didn't know why this sword intent was like this, nor did he know whether this sword intent would appear in the future.

Looking at the old man in front of him, at this moment, in Yan Feng's heart, the life and death string belonging to Emperor Song already existed. The life and death of this old man's family was only in his own thoughts!

"Who are you?"

Yan Feng stood on the wolf's head. At this moment, the dominance was completely in his hands. However, now, he didn't know who the old man in front of him was. He thought about it slightly and knew that he was definitely not an ordinary person, otherwise it would be impossible for the black and white impermanence to follow him.

"I'm the old man Yu Tong, I'll be in charge of the affairs of the third palace of the underworld."

"The Third Palace of the Underworld... Are you the King of Hell?" Yan Feng's eyes were as lightning.

"Tell me, what did you mean by that sentence?"

Yan Feng's tone was indesirable. This was normal. The old man's life and death were in his own hands, so what else was he afraid of!

"The previous Blood Rakshasa was just a false body transformed by a breath of fairy energy."

"Fake body?" Hearing this, Yan Feng's eyes showed disbelief, but then he was excited.

He had no reason not to believe Emperor Song. Emperor Song, they arrested Lin Xueer. If Lin Xueer had scattered, there would be no need for them to continue to make trouble. They would have returned to the underworld long ago, so why did they do this?

Yan Feng instantly figured it out. In fact, if Yan Feng had not been filled with grief in his heart before, he would not have thought of this problem.

"Where is she?"

Yan Feng's voice was a little hoarse and a slight trembling sound.

"I feel that since she has specially arranged such a fake body, there must be something unspeakable and I don't want to meet you."

"I'll ask you where she is!" In Yan Feng's eyes, the Shura Fire jumped, and the thread in his heart was instantly filled with the Shura Fire.

At this moment, Emperor Song also had Shura fire permeated on his body.
Chapter completed!