Rush! Rush! Rush…

One dazzling black light after another soared into the sky.

The evil ghosts in the underworld were endless. After the blown up, all the power of the god of death gathered to the many generals in front of the judge.

In just a moment, these monsters completed their transformation and their bodies soared more than ten times.

The Lord of the Ten Palaces of Hell, the black armor is full of light.

The black and white evil spirits, the hook and sickle crack the light.

The eight strong men, Kong Wu Kuishuo, reached the terrifying level of walking and breaking the way.

The twenty generals are already quite good at the home court of the Shenting Yin Cao.

At this moment, the power of the powerful god of death has increased to an indescribable level.

"Extremely~"

The death judge who was so fat that he could drip out the fat kicked away Meng Po’s milk who had climbed out of the coffin, turned blood in his hand, looked over with a smile, and said sarcastically:

"Your name is known to the Eight Lords?"

The eight masters had twelve blood wings on their backs, and the Buddha's sword in their hands was angry. At this time, they no longer looked at the fat-headed and big-eared monster directly.

He frowned and looked down.

The black fog sea below, accompanied by a sword that just now, settled into a liquid sea, showing its extraordinary appearance.

Think about it for a moment.

The eight masters turned the Buddha sword in their hands and went down to the lower ground.

The vajra behind the back also acted like this, and the huge golden sword inserted into the ocean of black death power.

"Shit ~"

The purification effect of the Buddha sword and the abandonment effect of Tianqizhi are at the same time.

The black ocean is like it is boiling, bubbling and evaporating little by little.

"brush!"

When the purification and abandonment began, the boundless sea wriggled, as if it had spirituality, and all of it shrank into the underworld and flowed to Wuming.

The eight masters' eyes flashed with thoughts.

He smiled softly, shook his head, and ignored it.

On the coffin, the fat-headed and big-eared monster exploded, stomped his feet and became manic, and the murderous intention soared into the sky.

A total of twenty high-level holy emperors, just ordinary people, how can they use to oppose him? He dares to ignore him?

"Eight! Zun! Ann!"

The blood-brushed pen in the hand of the death judge went forward and screamed loudly: "Don't blame me for not giving you a chance. At this time, kneel down and kowtow, follow me to the capital, and meet the Lord. I can still save you a life!"

The sound waves swept through the underworld.

The cultivators in the ghost and Buddha realm swallowed unconsciously.

On the one hand, they have never seen any more crazy existence than the legendary "Eighth Sword Immortal".

On the other hand, they have never seen the "Twenty Saint Emperors". Judging from this number alone, who is not confident to be arrogant?

I'm going, I dare to be crazy!

I'm even more crazy than that fat lump!

The eight masters flicked their fingers, and the Buddha's sword turned into golden light, and they were reluctant to leave it and shot into the space, returning to their original place.

He finally raised his head and looked at the twenty Fengdu generals bathed in the black beam.

"Holy Emperor..."

It's like twenty mad dogs tied up by black iron chains.

Anyone could see that the judge urged him to give the order and his generals came out all over the place.

Eight Zun An looked over one by one, raised the corner of his lips and nodded slightly.

Hop!

The fat-headed and big-eared judge had his eyebrows raised high, and he became even more manic, feeling insulted.

Is this, for sure?

Who needs your "affirm"?!

But the judge was not impulsive. This human was a little bit of a thing. The twelve blood-colored sword wings behind him were even more powerful than the Holy Emperor's combat power...

After thinking about this, the eight masters retracted the sword wings behind them and instantly filled them into their bodies.

He returned to the mortal state of Gujing Bubo.

Put your hands behind your waist, take a step forward, and cross five cities with a slight rippling white clothes.

At this point, he had walked from the southernmost part of the underworld to the middle, facing the death judge and the twenty-tie mad dog.

"Eight! Zun! Ann!"

The urged judge screamed, and there was a disagreement and started fighting directly, "Speak!!!"

Who can't bluff?

It doesn't believe it and is not afraid of it.

It wants the human to kneel down in front of itself, and it wants to wash away the shame that he had just been blown away.

After that, only then did the twenty holy emperors under his command tear this damn guy to pieces!

But……

It seems that it can't get what it wants.

The eight masters stood in the air, carrying their hands on their backs, their voices were calm and as calm as if they were to state an indisputable fact:

"Then I'll give you a chance, too..."
Chapter completed!