The earthly realm of the earth in the world is magnificent, with magnificent mountains and rivers and vast areas.

A number of geniuses rose from the earthly world, and finally achieved success and became famous and dominated the country.

At this time, four figures were walking in the deep mountains.

The four of them are black and white impermanent, with a cow head and a horse face.

Hei Wuchang Fan Wujiu's face was ferocious, and he stared at the surroundings with his eyes wide open.

Bai Wuchang was extremely handsome without reckless. His face was fair and his face was gloomy at this time, and he lowered his head and walked forward.

The cow's head and horse's face were tall and mighty, and followed without saying a word.

At this time, the four of them passed by a sacred mountain.

This mountain is tall and majestic. It is surrounded by spiritual energy, and the clouds and mist are thin. Light hangs from it, like a divine light outside the sky, and the scene is amazing.

There are usually mountain gods in this kind of sacred mountain mountains.

At this time, Fan Wujiu suddenly stopped.

He punched the mountain and shouted: "Mountain God, come out."

The land of the mountain gods in the world is enthroned by the underworld based on the souls of some people with great merits.

They were exempted from their sufferings of reincarnation and were enthroned as the land of the mountain god in the world, and protected by the incense of the world.

At this time, the mountain was hit by Fan Wujiu's punch and began to tremble slightly. A ray of light flashed on the mountain, and a figure appeared from it.

It was a middle-aged man, his face was confused, and when he saw the four people, his face changed.

"The little god meets the four Yin Shuai." The middle-aged man quickly saluted.

"Mountain God, let me ask you, why did my soul-grabbing ghost disappear after passing through this place?" Fan Wujiu said in a low voice.

Hearing this, the mountain god's face changed drastically and he knelt down with a plop.

"Several Yin Shuai, aren't little gods. The little god really didn't attack the underworld soul-catching ghosts."

"I know it's not you, you don't have that ability."

Upon hearing this, the mountain god's face froze and he said, "Yes, the little god doesn't dare to do it at all."

"Did you see what's wrong with this place?" Fan Wuxue asked.

"Yin Shuai, you know that the land of mountain gods like us is very weak. If you are fine, you are sleeping in a deep sleep. Only in this way can you not consume your strength. The little god has been sleeping in a deep sleep and has not found anything abnormal."

Hearing this, the four of them looked ugly.

The mountain god is talking about the truth. The mountain god in the world is incense and relies on the power of incense to practice.

They are different from those cultivators and are difficult to absorb the magnificent spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Therefore, in order to prevent the power from passing, they are usually sleeping.

"It seems that he really doesn't know." At this time, Xie Bi'an spoke.

Then, several people left and continued to walk forward.

The Ability God arrested the underworld's soul-catching ghosts and various wandering gods without knowing it. This must not be a small force.

The four of them searched for a day but found no trace.

They did it in secret and left no trace.

At this moment, the four of them restrained their pressure and were filled with yin energy. They pretended to be ordinary soul-catching men walking in the mountains and forests.

Sure enough, before walking far, cultivators approached the surroundings.

They are all immortal cultivators. They are powerful and approach the four people quietly.

"It's true."

All four of them are in the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal. Even if they put away their power, their perception is not comparable to those of the true immortals.

Soon, the four of them were surrounded by more than a dozen true immortals around them.

They all looked at the four of them with a ferocious expression.

"The soul-catching man, I have caught so many souls. Today I will also let you taste the soul-catching taste."

One person sneered.

People in the world all have a dissatisfaction with the soul-catching envoy in the underworld.

After all, no one is attracted by the soul.

"Wait!" At this time, Fan Wujiu spoke.

"Why do you attack my underworld?"

"Hmph! What's wrong with telling you?" a true immortal said coldly.

"We are here to take you down on the order of the Lord of Wuzhuang Temple in Wanshou Mountain."

"It's him!" Hearing this, the four of them changed their faces, they suddenly looked up and looked at the true immortals around them.

"It seems that you have caught a lot of evil things, right?" Fan Wujiu said gloomyly.

"Hmph! So what? I have never been so brilliant in my life. The underworld is in a mess, so what? I'm still caught by me."

"Next, you will be more brilliant, and I will continue your glory to the underworld."

Fan Wujiu had a bad temper. He snorted coldly and took action directly.

He waved his palm, and the power surged, and the monstrous energy filled the sky.

At this moment, the faces of more than a dozen true immortals changed drastically.

At this time, the power displayed by Fan Wujiu made them afraid, and this level of power had completely surpassed their cognition.

"You..." A true immortal was about to speak when his body was wiped out by a terrifying force, leaving only his soul floating in the void.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

One after another, Fan Wujiu's face turned gloomy, and the bodies of more than a dozen true immortals were directly shattered.

Only a dozen souls were left floating in the void in a daze.

Until now, they don't know who they are facing.

"You and a few others violate the Yin rule. Now you have deducted your life and are taken to the underworld for trial." Fan Wujiu said in a low voice.

Then, he waved his hand and flew out a chain, directly stringing the souls of several people into a string, and was led away by him.

With these souls, it is easy to find a place where the underworld is imprisoned.

Instead of continuing to investigate, they led the souls of several people towards the gates of hell.

In the Underworld Punishment Department, the Black Ghost King stared at the dozen dead souls in front of him with a gloomy face.

The yin energy around was lingering, and heart-wrenching screams filled the slap of the Punishment Office.

The dead souls were suppressed by the ghosts and rushed to the execution ground.

The dozen souls trembled violently.

Have they ever experienced such a scene, the hot hell magma below.

The giant mountain burning with black flames.

The huge oil cauldron emitting terrifying karma.

All of them deeply shocked their hearts.

"Did you see it?" At this time, the Nigami King looked at the dozen dead souls and said in a low voice.

"If you come from real calls, you will be exempted from these punishments."

"Hmph! How could my people in the world be subject to the tyranny of you little ghosts?" At this time, a soul-dead body trembled, but still snorted coldly.

"Okay, throw this soul into the oil cauldron and explode it first."

As he said that, several ghost messengers worked together to bring a big cauldron.

It was placed in front of many dead souls with a bang.

Within the oil cauldron, hot mixed oil rolled, and a stream of karma spread out from it, making the dozen or so deceased souls very scared.

"Take it in." The nigger king snorted coldly.

Suddenly, two ghost messengers came, grabbed the dead soul and threw it into the oil pan.

"Ah...sheep...ache, ah..."

The miserable sound came from the cauldron, and the dead soul roared and screamed in a terrifying way.

As the sound came out, the dozen dead souls outside all looked pale.

Their souls trembled and shivered.

Not long after, there was no sound in the mixed oil cauldron.

The two ghost messengers stepped forward and pulled out the dead soul.

He was completely useless, talking nonsense, listless and weak.

"Take this useless thing away, and then fry it a hundred times until it is lost." The Nigami King glanced at the dozen pale souls and said in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, the dozen dead souls almost squatted on the ground.
To be continued...