Fantasy: I lead hundreds of millions of Yin soldiers to rebuild the underworld

"Get out of the way for me!"

"Today, I'm going to start a killing spree!"

An excited voice came from Ghost Seven's mouth.

He had long held back his anger in Huangquan Road, Jinji Mountain, and Egou Ridge. Now that he finally saw a living being, how could he not be excited?

He couldn't wait a long time ago, and wanted to start killing in this city! !

Even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu came today, he couldn't stop his killing! ! !

next moment.

A huge Rakshasa ghost walked over and looked at Gui Qi curiously.

"Are you alright?"

Chapter 105 Ghost Seven Goes to Prison, Questioning Soul

A Raksha ghost with a height of [-] meters was lowering his head at the moment, his copper bell-like eyes were staring straight at the ghost below.

The loud voice was like thunder, shaking Gui Qi's mind.

The killing intent he had just ignited seemed to be quenched by a basin of cold water suddenly.

Can you imagine...

Is it that kind of mood that is full of enthusiasm and wants to kill the Quartet, but suddenly a giant with a height of [-] meters pops out in front of you?

And what made Ghost Seven feel even more terrifying.

There is an extremely powerful aura exuding from this giant ghost!

It is a ghost saint!

Ghost Seven's eyes widened, and he looked at the ghost with astonishment.

He never imagined that this huge ghost would be a master of ghost saint level?

"His grandma's... Could this be the trump card of the underworld?"

Ghost Seven frowned.

After being shocked for a moment, his heart gradually calmed down.

Although this ghost looks a little scary, but he is also a master of Ghost Saint Realm after all. If he tries his best, he may not be the opponent of this Rakshasa ghost!

not to mention……

As a master in the ghost world, he has been fighting ghosts since he was a child, and he has extremely powerful combat experience!

So he is confident enough to kill this ghost!

Think of this.

Ghost Qi took a deep breath, the ghost energy all over his body surged violently at this moment, and was continuously condensed on his right hand, ready to deal a fatal blow to the Raksha ghost at any time!

But it's not waiting for him to make a move.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a loud noise suddenly, as if something was hitting the ground, shaking the whole ground violently.

Ghost Seven was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously raised his head, and looked into the distance.

Then...

His face instantly became as ugly as eating shit!

I saw seven or eight Raksha ghosts with the same height of [-] meters suddenly walking over from a distance. They stood in front of Gui Qi, and a dozen copper bell-like eyes looked at Gui Qi in unison.

"what happened?"

"What happened?"

The loud voice was like thunder, resounding in front of the gate of hell.

At this moment, Ghost Seven was completely dumbfounded.

Who would have thought that seven or eight huge ghosts would pop out all of a sudden?What's more terrible is that the cultivation bases of these seven or eight ghosts have all reached the Ghost Saint Realm?

this moment……

Ghost Seven's heart was trembling.

But soon, he forced himself to calm down.

Although there are many ghosts in front of him, he is also a master of the Eighth Heaven of the Ghost Sacred Realm!

Even if they are not as many as them, as long as they sneak attack, they will eventually win!

Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in Gui Qi's eyes.

But just when he had just made a plan.

"Boom..."

Another burst of terrifying footsteps sounded.

I saw sixteen ghosts coming from a distance.

When they saw all the Raksha ghosts gathered together, the faces of the evil ghosts suddenly showed doubts.

"what happened?"

"Why so noisy?"

Seeing the evil ghost at the gate of ghosts approaching, a Raksha ghost clasped his fists and said respectfully: "My lord, just now I saw this ghost roaring in front of the gate of ghosts, and thought it was something happened, so I ordered it Ask him a question."

shouting?

Hearing this, the evil ghost of Guimenguan's face suddenly changed, and a fierce look appeared in his eyes.

Could it be that there are ghosts who want to make trouble in the underworld?

Thinking of this, the sixteen evil spirits suddenly bent down and looked at the seven ghosts on the ground.

The sixteen evil ghosts, together with the previous seven or eight Rakshasa ghosts, formed a circle, enclosing the ghost seven in the middle.

With more than 50 eyes, they just stared straight at Gui Qi and kept asking.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Why are you making such a fuss here?"

"Say it!"

"If you don't say anything, I will send you to the bull head and horse noodles!"

Listening to these persuasive words, Gui Qi's heart is dead...

It's not that he didn't want to say it, but that he didn't dare!

After all, there are more than 20 ghost saints around him!What do you ask him to say?

Said that he was here to dry the underworld?

Even if he just said it, he would be killed by these ghost saints!

Ghost Seven felt that his mentality had been torn apart.

He couldn't figure out, what was the origin of this underworld?

Fucking sent fifty ghost saints to guard the gate?

Do you want to be so rich and powerful? ?

At this moment, Gui Qi didn't even have the thought of resisting in his heart.

I feel like my whole ghost is about to burst.

The ghost body kept trembling.

Like a frightened girl, she curled up among the fifty ghosts and shivered.

And when Gui Qi was helpless, a gust of dark wind suddenly blew past.

Ghost Seven subconsciously looked up.

Not far away, a figure in a white robe suddenly appeared.

He is a long-distance runner in white, holding a mourning stick in his hand, and has a pleasant smile on his face, but the aura emanating from him is even more terrifying than the Rakshasa ghost and the sixteen evil ghosts at the gate of hell.

It turned out to be a ghost saint!

but.

When seeing this white-robed god, Gui Qi was no longer surprised.

He seemed to be numb.

I even have some doubts in my heart, is this underworld a ghost saint per capita?

"I have seen Mr. Wuchang!"

Seeing Bai Wuchang appear, many Rakshasa ghosts and Guimenguan evil spirits all clasped their fists together and saluted Bai Wuchang respectfully.

"Ah."

Bai Wuchang nodded, and said lightly: "This ghost is a bit special. Your Majesty personally ordered me to take him directly to the Temple of Heaven, and the old man will personally judge him."

"You don't have to worry about the rest."

"Yes!"

Hearing this, all the ghosts and gods nodded respectfully.

Bai Wuchang glanced at Gui Qi not far away, and said lightly: "Okay, come with me."

"Go with you?"

Gui Qi frowned, and sneered disdainfully: "Joke! I, Gui Qi, is the ghost emissary of the Ghost Sect of the Ghost Realm, and my cultivation has even reached the Eighth Heaven of the Ghost Sacred Realm!"

"You let me go and I go?"

"Then where will I put my ghost seven's face?"

Bai Wuchang frowned.

He raised the mourning stick in his hand and slammed it viciously at Gui Qi's head.

"boom---"

With a loud bang, Ghost Seven was beaten to the point where his spirit body was slackened, and the whole ghost lay on the ground and twitched violently, like a half-dead bastard.

Bai Wuchang waved his right hand.

The soul chain roared out in an instant, bound Gui Qi's soul, and dragged it towards the Palace of the Son of Heaven.

……

soon.

Under the leadership of Bai Wuchang, Gui Qi's soul came to the Palace of the Son of Heaven.

As soon as he entered the Palace of the Son of Heaven, the cold breath came over his face instantly, and Gui Qi couldn't help shivering.

He raised his head subconsciously and looked around.

Only then did I realize that I had actually entered a strange hall.

There were dozens of Yin soldiers holding long knives standing around him, and some hideous Yin gods. The cold breath kept rushing toward his face, making him feel his soul tremble.

"You... who are you?"

Ghost Seven shivered, and asked in a trembling voice.

For some reason, he always felt an extremely uncomfortable feeling flooding his body.

It was as if there was some kind of energy in this hall that could suppress his ghostly aura.

Chen Qiye didn't answer his question, but asked straight to the point: "This seat asks you, how much power do you have in the ghost world?"

"How many ghosts are there in the ghost sect you are talking about?"

"What is your suzerain's cultivation level?"

"Give you three seconds to think, and then answer truthfully."