Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor of the City

"Ha, let's wait and see. I want to see how long you can persist."

After saying that, the Ghost King rushed towards Ye Haotian again, trying to kill him.

"Yan~!"

A dragon roar came out, and Ye Haotian held the Dragon Soul Gun in his hand and poured all his spiritual power into the Dragon Soul Gun.

An extremely domineering dragon soul gun shadow swept out, and the terrifying power instantly disintegrated the air, forming violent air wave fluctuations.

"Hmph! It's a small skill, let me defeat you."

The Ghost King snorted coldly and waved his arms violently, condensing the majestic ghost energy into a giant scythe.

The phantom of the sickle roared and slashed at Ye Haotian.

"Crack... ah!"

The phantom of the giant scythe touched the shadow of the dragon soul gun in Ye Haotian's hand. In an instant, the phantom of the giant scythe and the shadow of the dragon soul gun both broke and turned into nothingness.

However, Ye Haotian did not stop there. The dragon soul gun in his hand continued to attack the ghost king unabated.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the Ghost King's chest was cut open, and the skin and flesh on his chest were turned out, revealing the dense white bones.

The Ghost King was in pain and cried out in surprise.

"You...what kind of weapon are you using? It can actually damage my ghost king's body?"

Ye Haotian grinned scornfully.

"Haha... the weapon that kills you is just a ghost king body, so it's not worth mentioning!"

"Since a group of war criminals are dead, why don't they just lie down in peace in the ground? They have to come out and pretend to be ghosts."

Ye Haotian said disdainfully.

"Baga! Die, die!"

When the ghost king heard this, he became furious, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a fierce ghost.

"Roar!"

As the Ghost King neighed, the black ghost energy around him spread out in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, countless black mist condensed into substantial black chains and gathered from all directions.

"Shua, Shua, Shua~!"

The black chains were like long whips, densely packed and whipping towards Ye Haotian.

Ye Haotian frowned slightly, feeling the terror of the black chains. His nine-day divine walking technique was at its peak, and he could barely avoid it.

"Boom!"

As soon as Ye Haotian's front feet left the spot, the ground beneath his feet exploded, and a ferocious ravine suddenly appeared.

"Damn guy, don't run away if you have the guts!"

When the Ghost King saw this, he became furious.

After the words fell, the Ghost King opened his arms, and two black chains shot out like poisonous snakes.

"Buzz~!"

The black chain penetrated the air and made a harsh trembling sound, and arrived in front of Ye Haotian in the blink of an eye.

"roll!"

Ye Haotian shouted loudly, and quickly spun the Dragon Soul Spear in his hand, using the eighth style of the Wandering Dragon Jinghong Spear Technique, Dragon Devouring the Universe.

The dragon soul gun faced the black chain with a destructive aura.

"Ding!"

The sound of gold and iron clashing came out, the black chain and the dragon soul gun collided, sparks flew, and they were unable to do anything to each other.

The Ghost King's face darkened slightly. He didn't expect that the weapon in this guy's hand was so powerful that it could block his own Ghost King's chain attack.

Immediately, the Ghost King raised his right hand, and a bead as black as ink appeared, floating in the air.

"Whoosh...!"

Suddenly, the Ghost King flicked his finger and threw the black bead towards Ye Haotian.

"Boy, I want you to know how powerful this king is!"

The ghost king's sinister voice came out, his face full of cunning.

"Humph! Pretending to be a ghost."

Ye Haotian curled his lips with disdain on his face.

The moment the Ghost King popped out the black bead, a shocking evil aura swept over him.

Thousands of terrifying ghosts flew out of the beads, and there were probably hundreds of thousands of them.

"Violent ghosts!!! There are so many of them."

Ye Haotian made a sound in surprise.

Everyone knows that this kind of evil spirit is caused by people who have unresolved grievances after death and are unwilling to be reincarnated. After the resentment gathers, they become evil evil spirits.

The next moment, Ye Haotian regained his composure, and saw Ye Haotian's palm turned over, and a cluster of beating flames appeared in his palm, which was the Devouring Flame.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Haotian waved his hand, and the Devouring Flame suddenly burst into flames, shining brightly into the sky, instantly illuminating the entire underground ghost city.

"Huh? No, why is this happening?"

Ye Haotian was surprised again.

Just when Ye Haotian was about to use the Devouring Flame Fire to burn these hundreds of thousands of ghosts to death, he suddenly withdrew the Devouring Flame Fire.

Ye Haotian keenly discovered that these fierce ghosts actually suppressed their fear and did not follow the ghost king's order to attack Ye Haotian.

Moreover, there was a pleading look on the ferocious faces of these fierce ghosts, as if they wanted Ye Haotian to help them escape.

Taking a closer look, we can see that among these fierce ghosts there are old people, children, civilians, merchants, and officers and soldiers.

Looking at the clothes of these fierce ghosts, they are all Chinese from the same period.

Seeing this, the origins of these fierce ghosts and the identity of the powerful ghost king are also revealed.

"Is this powerful ghost king the executioner Tojo Wakaki who is stained with the blood of countless compatriots in China? Then aren't these fierce ghosts..."

Thinking of a certain possibility, Ye Haotian's eyes suddenly burst into tears, and he was so angry that he wanted to kill Tojo Wakaki with a gun immediately.

But now is obviously not the time. Hundreds of thousands of fierce ghosts are staring at Ye Haotian eagerly, with a look of resistance in their blood-red eyes.

After thinking about all this, Ye Haotian sat cross-legged, made hand gestures, and muttered something.

Suddenly, a huge, majestic and domineering shadow appeared behind Ye Haotian, like an unparalleled king looking down on the world.

As soon as the phantom appeared, everyone present fell into a dilemma of fear and worship.

The phantom was transformed by Ye Haotian's Immortal King Soul. Originally, it was a bit reluctant to cast the phantom of the soul in Ye Haotian's current state.

But Ye Haotian had no choice at the moment. It was impossible for him to watch hundreds of thousands of Chinese compatriots being controlled after their death and unable to escape.

"Ye Haotian! That shadow is Ye Haotian!"

At this moment, Wang Tianlai's fearful and angry roar came from the field.

"No! He is casting a spell. Come on, everyone! Don't let him succeed in casting a spell!"

Ghost King Tojo Wakaki followed closely behind, roaring incoherently.

"Humph!"

Before Tojo Wakaki and others could take action, Ye Haotian's ghostly ghost snorted coldly, and a terrifying pressure covered the entire place, making everyone unable to breathe and crawling to the ground.

The next moment, Soul Xuying's eyes were slightly closed, and he chanted a reincarnation mantra to the hundreds of thousands of compatriots.

Immediately afterwards, the power of faith that had been purified by Ye Haotian floated away, exuding a holy radiance.

Subsequently, the power of faith was controlled by Ye Haotian and flew into the bodies of hundreds of thousands of his compatriots, entering their souls and consciousness, and began to cleanse them of hostility and hatred.

"Zi la la...!"

After a while, the hostility in the souls of all the compatriots who turned into ghosts disappeared, and was replaced by endless joy, excitement, and excitement.

"Thank you to our compatriots and benefactors for helping us to escape!"

Afterwards, the fierce ghosts all knelt down on one knee and shouted to Ye Haotian in unison.

Listening to the names that many compatriots called him, Ye Haotian's face showed a look of surprise.

It turns out that these evil ghosts recognized themselves as Chinese from the beginning, so no wonder they were willing to attack them!

The phantom of Ye Haotian's soul did not stop chanting the curse until a door of reincarnation appeared in the void.