True Immortal of the Netherworld

At the moment when the three-color demon realm is about to fall.

The dark and heavy ghost wood waistband worn by Xu Yang trembled slightly, and two familiar coughs came from it.

"Ahem."

Immediately, a white stream of light flashed out, and the light and shadow converged, and Gui Gu Yeyan, who was wearing a white hair and a soap robe, appeared.

Guigu Yeyan stood with his feet in the void. He looked like an ordinary old man. His figure was even a little thin, but his eyes showed an unshakable determination like Mount Tai. He looked up at the tall figure of the Eight-Different Scaled Jiao high in the sky, pointed with his hand, and said coldly: "Five-headed bugs, not seen for five hundred years, have come out to run wild again. It seems that your eight heads don't want to Stay on your neck."

The intonation is not high, but it is like the rhythm of God, shaking the void, and hearing it in the ears of the Eight-Dimensional Scale Jiao is like a sharp sword in the throat.

"Who are you?" the Eight-Dimensional Scaled Dragon trembled.

When the Eight-Dimensional Scaled Jiao high in the sky saw the unattractive Gui Gu Yeyan, he seemed to see the shadow of a person. It was a young man, a young man who had completely defeated him five hundred years ago. Although the appearance of the old man in front of him was very different from that of the young man, his aura and tone of voice were exactly the same.

Guigu Yeyan raised his right hand, and the black energy condensed in his palm, revealing a three-foot-long ink-colored sword.

This sword is as black as ink, dull and dull, and I don't know what it is made of. The surface of the sword body is covered with fine fragments, like smashed black pottery fragments spliced ​​together with clay. It looks unattractive, but it exudes an indescribable strange aura.

Without stopping for a moment, Guigu Yeyan threw the long black sword in his hand in front of him, then quickly stretched out a finger to lightly tap on the blade of the long sword, and a little ink halo on the fingertips immediately dispersed.

Suddenly, a huge black ghost energy erupted from the sword body. It was a ghost realm and a sword realm. When the three-color demon realm in the sky touched this dark ghost realm, it actually ran away, just like a wolf encountering a more powerful tiger and becoming extremely timid.

The powerful sword domain is extremely sharp, piercing the boundaries of space, reaching up to the sky and down to the eighteenth level of hell.

The souls of various fierce ghosts in the eighteenth floor of the underworld were immediately attracted to this ghost realm. Hundreds of ghost king souls, some with green hair, some with one horn, some with fire eyes, or some with long tongues... were sucked into it one by one. .

Immediately afterwards, the black sword domain on the sword body converged back like a whale sucking water, and the surface of the black sword body made a rattling sound, as if it could not withstand the huge ghost power brought back from the sword domain.

"Wow!"

The pitch-black sword broke into hundreds of pieces and hovered in mid-air.

"It's really you, a different will-o'-the-wisp!". The sixteen eyes on the eight heads of the eight-dimensional scaled dragon high in the sky were wide open, filled with disbelief, and its body was trembling with fear involuntarily.

"I am who I am, a different ghost fire." Gui Gu Yeyan said proudly.

The voice is still as domineering and unrestrained as it was five hundred years ago.

After saying that, he stretched out his fingers and pointed at the sword body that was broken into hundreds of pieces. With a pop, the hundreds of pieces of the broken sword circled and bonded together, and a ball of rolling black ghost energy exploded.

The black mist converged, revealing a human figure.

This man is eight feet tall, with long gray hair reaching his shoulders. A narrow gray cloth band covers his eyes and is tied in a simple knot behind his head. There are silver ghost paths painted on the gray cloth band. runes. His skin was greyish and shiny, and his muscle lines were as tough as the outline of a pen. He only wore a simple pair of gray animal skin pants. His hands and feet were naked, and his fingertips were as slender as hooks. The strange thing is that the surface of this person's skin is covered with many light golden cracks that look like slices, as if the whole person is made up of pieces.

"It's Baigui Sword Spirit, Baimang!"

On the warship, the Emperor of the East China Sea, who had been watching the battle, couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the ghost man transformed from the Devil Weeping Sword.

The scene in front of Wubai seemed to be reappearing in front of his eyes.

He witnessed with his own eyes that the young man who claimed to be "a different will-o'-wisp" five hundred years ago summoned such a black sword and said "Baimang, kill these eight little bugs for me", and the result was eight The Qi Scale Jiao lost eight of its heads, and he barely managed to save his life by running away in embarrassment after being seriously injured.

At this time, the face of the Emperor of the East China Sea was ashen, and the previous excitement turned into extreme disappointment. He felt as if he had fallen from heaven into hell, his hands and feet were cold, and he murmured: "It's over, it's over."

The strange thing is that this ghost man seems to have no intention of taking action immediately.

At the same time, in the distant evil spirit world.

In a world full of deep blue water, the eyes of the Yamata scale dragon's body reflected the image of the soul of a hundred ghosts transformed by the Devil's Weeping Sword. The eight giant beasts couldn't help but shake their eight heads back and forth, peeping at each other. I was very happy to see that my eight heads were still on my neck. But it felt the pain on its neck that had not healed for five hundred years.

"Lord Will-o'-the-Wisp, if given the chance, my true form will definitely take back the pain of five hundred years of beheading from you."

After saying this, the eight-headed giant beast exuded a monstrous evil spirit, and a transparent scaly dragon figure that was the same as its body was pulled back out of thin air, submerged into its body and disappeared. After that, the eight-headed giant beast dived into the sea water below it, leaving only a huge whirlpool on the sea surface that lingered for a long time.

High in the sky above the Fengmingyuan of the East China Sea.

The clone of the eight-dimensional scale dragon also shook its eight heads, rolled its eyes and said: "I have no interest in continuing to fight today. The air here is not fresh enough, which makes me very uncomfortable. Mr. Willow Fire, you can do it by yourself Bar."

After saying that, his figure turned into a body of water as transparent as a body of water in a large tumbling demonic aura, until he disappeared.

As the demonic aura of the eight-dimensional scale dragon dissipated, the sky and sea became clear again.

"Thank you Master for taking the initiative." Xu Yang looked at Gui Gu Yeyan's semi-spiritual body in mid-air, feeling surprised and happy.

Gui Gu Yeyan just nodded, with a proud smile on his lips, and said through his voice: "Apprentice, my master can only help you so far."

After saying that, Gui Gu Yeyan's aura suddenly weakened. Almost at the same time, high in the sky, the gray-haired and naked sword spirit Bai Mang emitted a large black ghostly aura from his body, and transformed back into the appearance of a three-foot black sword. After that, as Gui Gu Yeyan turned into a stream of light, it went straight back to the Ghost Wooden Waist Pendant on Xu Yang's waist.

"Master, Master." Xu Yang shouted, touching the Ghost Wooden Waist Pendant with his hand.

"Remember, apprentice, fighting relies on momentum. Hehe." Gui Gu Yeyan's faint joking voice came from the Ghost Wooden Waist Pendant, and then it became unusually quiet.

"It seems that Master is getting weaker and weaker. Maybe he no longer has the strength to activate the Devil May Cry Sword again." Xu Yang worried.

On the warship opposite.

The Emperor of the East China Sea saw Gui Gu Yeyan's body disappear. His originally disappointed eyes suddenly became excited again, and he laughed loudly and said: "It turns out that he is just a half-soul spirit body now, and it seems that he has no ability to activate the ghost sword. God help my scale dragon tribe."

"Your Majesty, the situation of several princes does not look good," said the golden-armored general Boluo on the side. After speaking, he respectfully handed over a gold-plated monocular telescope.

The Great Emperor took the monocular and looked at the opposite side carefully.

The eldest prince in gold robe, second prince in red robe, third prince in purple robe, fifth prince in green robe and sixth prince in blue robe appeared in the camera. The royal horns on their heads had been cut off, and several of them were trembling, rolling on the ground, groaning in pain, unable to muster the strength to fight back.

The Emperor of Donghai's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly used his telescope to search for the eighth prince he valued most. When he saw that the pair of horns on the head of the white-robed boy with two horns were safe and sound, but he had just summoned the power of faith, his whole body felt a little sluggish, and he said to himself: "Fortunately, Lao Ba is fine."

The white-robed boy with two horns stared at the sky blankly, unable to believe his eyes: "Did the Eight-Different Scaled Dragon God I believe in escape? No, he must be really not used to the air here." He would rather find someone else. The reason was that he really didn't want to believe that the omnipotent Eight-Dimensional Scaled Dragon God in his heart would be so frightened that the person on the opposite side just showed off his moves and disappeared.

At this moment, on the warship, a man in Qingshui, dressed in black robes, held a fist-sized and exquisitely crafted gold conch in his hands. He approached it with a smile on his face and said respectfully: "In honor of the Lord of Shadows, As ordered, Pindao Qingshui people paid homage to the Emperor of the East China Sea.”

"Why did you come up here without my permission? What time is it now? How can I allow you to mess around here?" the golden-armored general Boluo said angrily.

The Emperor of the East China Sea turned around and looked. Not only did he not feel angry at all, but he said kindly: "It turns out to be the envoy of Lord Shadow Master, who was not welcomed from afar."

Then he glanced at the golden-armored general Boluo and whispered: "The Shadow sent someone to visit, why didn't you tell me earlier."

The golden-armored general Bo Luo was puzzled, but he did not dare to contradict him. He kept saying: "It's all because of the negligence of the humble ministers who didn't have time to report to His Majesty."

"This is not to blame General Boluo, he also just found out my identity. The Lord Shadow has explained before that the identity and true purpose of this trip to the East China Sea cannot be revealed without seeing you, the Great Emperor of the East China Sea. Pindao just followed the instructions Just do it," Qingshuiren explained quickly.

After saying that, Qingshui Man held the golden conch in his hands and handed it over.

The Emperor of the East China Sea took the golden conch with his own hands and looked at it carefully. The eight-headed scale dragon pattern and special restrictions on the golden conch were very familiar. It was the one he personally gave to Shadow. He nodded with satisfaction. The remaining doubt in his eyes disappeared.

"It's the time when our Donghai royal family is fighting with some thieves. Please don't take offense at neglecting Taoist Master Qingshui." The Emperor of Donghai said very politely.

The golden-armored general Boluo on the side saw this and muttered in his heart: "I have never heard your majesty talk about the shadow organization. Why do you think this Qingshui man seems so close to you when you meet him for the first time today? It's better to say less."

Mr. Qingshui immediately replied: "His Majesty the Emperor spoke emphatically. My sudden revelation of my identity at this time has something to do with this fight."

The tasks assigned to me by the Shadow Master are all in the golden conch.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor of the East China Sea put the golden conch to his ear and pressed it lightly with his fingers. A voice came from the conch...

After a while, the Emperor of the East China Sea took the golden conch in his hand with a serious face, whispered a few words to the golden conch, then handed it back to Master Qingshui, and said: "The agreement between the Shadow Master and I, I have always kept it in mind. I will definitely do what I promised the film master. In addition, the film master also asked me to help him find a pair of blue flame spirits."

Upon hearing this, Master Qingshui quickly took over and said, "The pair of blue water flame spirits are about to unlock a secret seal. As for what the seal is, I don't know. Right now, the pair of blue water flame spirits are on the opposite side. It would be great if the Emperor would personally help Xu Yang and Liu Haiyu."

The Emperor of the East China Sea narrowed his eyes, looked at the opposite side and said: "Bo Luo, summon a few princes back first. Since the Shadow Master has entrusted me, I will personally take down the few thieves opposite."