East of Central China, the earth tower.

The Ghost Emperor Luoda took the position of Ghost Lord and sat on the Supreme Underworld.

The Nether Ghost Clan is a descendant of the Shura Ghost Clan. Now that the ancestors have arrived, the ghost master will naturally bow down and surrender.

He took the initiative to offer the treasure that had been passed down from the clan for thousands of years, a piece of blue-black armor!

Wuji Demon Armor!

That was the armor of the Luoda Ghost Emperor tens of thousands of years ago!

"I didn't expect... my armor was preserved in the world! Hahaha... Very good, very good!"

The Luoda Ghost Emperor smiled at the sky and immediately put on his armor. The armor sparkled and the world was turbulent.

Wearing the Wuji Demon Armor and holding the Senluo Ghost Sword in his hand, this is the supreme style of his Luoda Ghost Emperor!

The Ghost King laughed with satisfaction.

The terrifying pressure shocked the eighteenth floor of the underworld in the ten thousand meters of the ground tower. The eighteen ghost tribes were all frightened and kneeled down!

Luoda Ghost Emperor thought of the divine banner that hurt him.

Ancient Soul-breaking Banner!

The anger boiled like the sea water!

The divine banner contained a force of heaven that made him feel thirsty.

This power is definitely not something that Ye Zong can control the sacred banner!

Behind Ye Zong, there must be someone else!

Who is standing behind the Heavenly Way...

The Luoda Ghost Emperor narrowed his ghost eyes that were enough to see through the secrets of heaven, and his eyes passed through the earth tower, through the Golden-winged Great Phang Clan Imperial Palace, and through the ancient soul-breaking banner!

He saw it!

At the intersection of time and space, a sacred mountain stands tall, with the ups and downs of wind and clouds rising and falling, and the rainbow clouds shining brightly on the world.

A dark ink shadow stood at the top, with great luck all over her body and power covering the nine heavens.

A person is in chaos!

He couldn't see through this person!

Luoda Ghost Emperor's pupils that contempt the world shrank!

An inexplicable emotion rose from the depths of his soul.

This emotion is called fear!

A dignified ghost emperor and a dignified spiritual god, would he be afraid of a weak human?!

Luoda Ghost Emperor looked at him again, but there was only endless nothingness in front of him!

Everything returns to chaos.

The young figure is carrying the great fortune of heaven, and is the only person in this world who can threaten him!

"Is this the strongest person in the world?"

"I look forward to fighting you!"

The Luoda Ghost Emperor raised his eyes that looked down on the world and smiled coldly.

In that smile, there was an unconcealed sense of arrogance and fanatical fighting spirit!

"Is it going to counterattack so quickly?..."

Suddenly, his heart felt something, his hideous head slightly raised, and he looked outside the Palace of the Holy Lord, smiling more happily and bloodthirsty.

Above the earth tower, the dangerous forest of ghosts in the underworld has been surrounded by a vast army!

It is the army of the Golden-winged Great Phang clan!

When the Luoda Ghost Emperor was resurrected, the Dapeng clan encountered a life-and-death crisis. In order to avoid waiting for death, he broke into Qianfeng and tuned the eight major tribes, gathered strong people from all sides to turn the defense into an offensive!

Yaojing Star Lord deduces the secret of heaven, and when Bu reaches Luo Tu's position, the army is like a tide and comes in a vast army!

"Green-faced old demon, get out of here!"

Ye Zong was in the ancient soul-breaking banner, full of confidence, he hung high in the sky, proud of the world!

Beside him is the Regent Po Qianfeng, Yaojing Xingjun, and Jiang Yazi and others!

The young man's voice penetrated the ground and shook the black tower of 10,000 meters.

"Master Ghost Emperor, it is the head of the Golden-winged Great Plug clan who is shouting! Do you want your subordinates to teach him a lesson?!"

A fierce and cold light flashed in the eyes of the former ghost master.

If the Dapeng clan had not destroyed the Shura Ghost Clan back then, how could these extremely brilliant ghost clans survive and crouch on the ground that was no longer visible to the sky!

The resurrection of the Ghost Emperor is God's will to the extreme!

Luoda Ghost Emperor nodded, "Okay, show your ability to do it, let me see the strength of the ghost clan 150,000 years later!"

The ghost master took the order and left.

The eighteen tribes of the Nether Ghost Clan were led by the ghost master and the evil spirits of the Nine Netherworlds emerged from the earth and gathered into clouds. The sky of thousands of miles was shrouded in darkness!

The ghost tribe people are shaped like bats, spreading their wings covering the sun, hovering in the sky, making harsh screams like ghosts.

"Those who offend our Nether Ghost Clan will be killed without mercy!"

The Ghost Lord took a step forward, his eyes as red as blood, with a terrifying aura, which made people frightened!

The early stage of semi-saint!

Behind him, the leaders of the eighteen tribes appeared, the five semi-saints in the early stage, and the thirteen spiritual emperors were perfected!

The murderous aura is soaring to the sky.

Four figures flew out from the Dapeng clan.

It’s Jiang Yazi and the others!

In the battle between the North Heaven Gate, the nine semi-saints of the Golden Winged Dapeng clan protected the clan, but because of their rivals against the Luoda Ghost Emperor, the five foundations were damaged and they became useless people!

Today, the four of them went out again with the important task of protecting the race and the determination to avenge their fellow soldiers for their sacrifices!

"Today, we will pay tribute to the heroic spirits who died in battle in the Dapeng clan with your death!"

Jiang Yazi shouted angrily, four spiritual powers rushed into the clouds, and the fierce golden light was about to pierce the boundless darkness.

They used a shocking formation.

The true formation of the Gods!

The leaders of the eighteen tribes were dispatched one after another, and the demonic energy surging and the storm was turbulent!

"Why did the green-faced old demon become a turtle with a head shrink?"

"I'm afraid I'm not huddling where I'm trembling with fear!"

Ye Zong laughed mercilessly.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of the ghost master's mouth:

"Baby, are you eager to die? Don't worry, the show has just begun! Watch it slowly. After today, the Golden Winged Roc tribe will eventually be destroyed, and my Nether Ghost Tribe will replace you and achieve infinite glory!"

Pooh!

Thinking so beautifully!

Ye Zong almost turned the corner of his mouth to the back of his head.

Still want to replace the Dapeng clan? This ghost guy would not be so drunk if he eats one more peanut!

He has the biggest trump card in his hand!
Chapter completed!