Ninth Netherworld Celestial Emperor

For the ghost general ghost, he does not care what the monster emperor is, whether he is noble or lowly, in his eyes, the monster is the defeated, defeated Those who should have the consciousness of the defeated.

A crisp and loud slap left a clear five-finger palm print on the demon’s white and beautiful cheeks.

“You! You are so insulting me! You must not die!” However, under the ghostly this slap, not only did the demon be awakened, but instead made him hoarse, with his honorable status. Howl.

“You little demon cub, you’re not honest! You shouted at this useless nonsense.” After that, Gui Huan slapped another slap and fanned down, “Pa” for a while. It sounded again.

“Oh!” And the ghost fan’s this slap was even more violent than before, and Yao Huang directly took a mouthful of golden blood, which was spit out by the ghost fan.

Immediately, grabbing the ghostly fantasy of Yaohuang golden’s long hair, and the charming and enchanting female ghost general Meiji, they returned to Shi Feng’s body, and the two of them shouted: “The Great!”

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“Very good!” Shi Feng said with a cold laugh as he stared at the demon field that was held in his hands by the ghost. Then, Shi Feng coldly shouted at Yaohuang and asked: “Say! My discipline Yun Yimeng! Where is it now?”

“Nether!” Yaohuang looks like gnashing teeth From between his teeth, fiercely spit out these two words, that is the man in front of him, 25 years ago, on this Celestial Demon mountain, he killed his father!

And today, 25 years later, he came to the Celestial Demon Mountain again, led the Ghost Soldier, and killed his hundred thousand Demon Soldier demon generals. His two ghost generals captured himself again. Humiliate yourself!

Huahuang really can’t wait to give him a cramp and drink his blood!

“Nether! Tonight, my demon-horse strength is inadequate. It falls into your hands. If you want to kill it, you will kill!”

“pa!” Ghost Fantasy slapped again and slapped cleanly, and slapped Yaohuang’s face again, shouting angrily: “My emperor asked you the whereabouts of Yun Yimeng. You are dying, not now. Let’s talk more useless nonsense. , Lao Tzu slaps you sober.”

“You!” Yaohuang turned his head and stared at the ghost coldly, his face full of hatred. This evil spirit had already slapped himself three times, and Yaohuang wanted to slap him the soul flew away and scattered.

“Why, dissatisfied? You, the little Demonic beast captured by this seat, still want to bite me?” Guihuan disdainfully looked at the monster in his hand and coldly shouted to him.

At this time, Shi Feng spoke again and said coldly to the demon: “I ask you again, what is Yun Yimeng now? If you answer honestly, I will give you a happy How to die, if you are a stubborn, then you will soon know what is meant by not have the will to live, impossible to ask for death!”

“I pooh!” Facing Shi Feng, Yaohuang directly coldly shouted the two words.

“Very good!” Shi Feng said coldly when this monster was so stubborn. Following that, the right hand leaned out and directly moved towards Yao Huang’s face and grabbed it, and grabbed his bewitching and handsome face. Then, a strong suction was generated in Shi Feng’s palm.

For a while, Yaohuang only felt that the blood in his body within the body began to boil, and it rushed upstream, five strands of golden blood arrow, from his eyes, nostrils, and mouth. In the middle, it gushes out quickly, shoots at Shi Feng’s palm, and is quickly swallowed by Shi Feng.

The uncomfortable feeling of hard to describe spread throughout Yaohuang’s body, “Ahhhhhhh!” There were bursts of painful wailing, which continuously yelled from Yaohuang’s mouth. The demon’s handsome face also became extremely distorted.

And Yaohuang’s body, due to the golden blood being continuously absorbed by Shi Feng, the body is also rapidly shrinking. Gradually, Yaohuang’s shouting stops, his body also Reduced to a shriveled corpse.

The son of a generation of Monster Emperor, the nine-star Martial Emperor Realm Monster Race, the powerhouse monster, like his father Monster Emperor, died at the hands of the Great Emperor Nine Nether, and fell on the Celestial Demon mountain in Monster Race Saint!

After Shi Feng swallowed the blood of the demon’s golden blood, he also instantly swallowed his Death Power, and then his right paw sucked again, a touch of fist sized soul, Shi Feng removed from that dry face I sucked it up and was held in the palm of his hand by Shi Feng.

This ray of soul is the soul of the demon demon, the son of Monster Emperor.

The ghost fantasy of one of the eight ghost generals, seeing the demon waste in his hand turned into a corpse, he took off the Celestial Demon sword and storage ring in his hand, and then the right hand was thrown away, like trash Normally, it was thrown to the Celestial Demon mountain below.

“Nether! You devour my blood, destroy my fleshy body, and pump my soul. One day, you will not die! Although my Celestial Demon mountain is gone, but my Monster Race powerhouse, there is more My Celestial Demon mountain, more than my demon, one day, they will kill to Nether Purgatory, and kill all of you!”

The ray of soul in Shi Feng’s hand is continuously in hand The heart shook, and a monster shouted.

“hmph!” Hearing Yaohuang’s words, Shi Feng only coldly snorted for a while. To deal with such hard bones as Yaohuang, it is useless to talk nonsense to him. Now he wants his own discipline cloud. Yi Meng’s whereabouts, and only by using ruthless methods on him can he know the whereabouts of his discipline.

With a sound of “hong”, a burst of bloody flames burst out from Shi Feng’s palms, and soon swallowed the ghost of the demon.

“ahhhh! Ahhhh! You Ming, you must die! You must die Ah! Ah!” The bloody flames of Extreme Yin Extreme Cold burned the ghost of the demon, the pain suffered, fleshy The pain of the body cannot be compared with it.

The monster is wailing and yelling, but the bones of the monster is indeed not comparable to ordinary people, even though his soul is suffering from unbearable pain, suffering and torture, he is continuously cursing Shi Feng.

As the curse of the monster became stronger and stronger, the bloody flames in Shi Feng’s hands became more and more fierce.

“ahhhh! aaahhhh! ahhhh! Kill me! You Ming, kill me if you have a seed! I!” Finally, the spirit of the demon was burned by the flames and tasted what it means to be inferior to life Death, the endurance has reached the limit, and Shi Feng asked Shi Feng to kill him.

Hearing the voice of the monster, Shi Feng looked at the bloody flames in the palm of his hand, once again coldly snorted and said: “hmph! I will ask you again, is Yun Yimeng dead? Live!”

“Kill me! You killed me! Aaahhhh! Kill me!” The demon’s voice became more and more stern and painful. It is conceivable that he is now What painful torments are being endured.

And the tone, gradually from that tough, became like begging Shi Feng.

“Say! Yun Yimeng, is it life or death in the end!” Shi Feng coldly shouted again!