In the hall of the Twelve Divisions of Punishment, Ji Mo looked blankly at Yang Xuan who broke through in an instant, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Yang Xuan, what do you want to do when you come back?"

After a long time, Ji Mo finally reacted and hurriedly got up from his seat and walked out of the hall, but there was no trace of Yang Xuan in the purgatory at this time.

"Who did you see Yang Xuan?" Ji Mo looked at the many ghost messengers in Purgatory and said in a low voice.

"He was out of purgatory!" At this time, a ghost messenger said hurriedly.

"Not good!" Ji Mo's face changed and he rushed out of the purgatory.

"What's wrong with the fried officer?" Zhang Yu and others looked solemn.

"I don't know, the lord assigned us a task to blow up this soul a hundred times. Now it has only exploded twice, so continue to blow up."

"good!"

Yang Xuan left the purgatory, and he galloped all the way and walked directly towards the main gate of Fengdu City.

He was anxious and fast. Before he knew it, he had already arrived at the main entrance.

Looking at the towering city gate ahead, Yang Xuan took a deep breath, took out his ghost messenger token, and walked out of the city.

The Yin Ling of the City guarding city did not make things difficult for him, but just glanced at his token and let it go.

After all, the underworld is vast, and even a ghost man cannot stay in Fengdu City all the time.

Yang Xuan quickly left Fengdu City. He knew in his heart that if he wanted to get out of the gate of ghost, he could only get a soul-catching token.

If you want to break through forcibly, it is impossible, because no matter which of the five gates of ghosts in the underworld, there is a ghost emperor guarding it. Once you break through, you can suppress him instantly.

Fortunately, there are many ghosts who are back and forth on the road to the underworld, and they are hurriedly passing by on the vast road to the underworld.

At this time, Yang Xuan was surrounded by ghost energy. He was walking on the Huangquan Road, with ghost shadows flashing around him, carrying a vast and yin energy, moving forward quickly.

Finally, when Yang Xuan saw a lone soul-catching man, he moved his heart and walked up.

"Brother, I offended you!" Yang Xuan said quietly, then took action, blocked the ghost messenger, took his soul-catching token, and hid him in the fiery red shore flowers on both sides of Huangquan Road.

After Yang Xuan got the token, he rushed towards the gate of hell.

"Brother, is it so fast?" A ghost sent a smile.

Yang Xuan didn't say anything. He was thinking about Concubine Lu who was in Daliang Kingdom, and was anxious.

While Yang Xuan was rushing to the road, he finally arrived at the Ghost Gate. Yang Xuan clearly remembered that this Ghost Gate was the Ghost Gate when the ghost in the underworld took him into the Ghost Gate.

I guess this is also the closest gate of hell to Daliang Kingdom.

The gate of ghost is vast and majestic, with mysterious patterns on it, emitting rich yin energy, and the surroundings are covered with fog, which is terrifying.

"Token!" At this time, there were ghost soldiers on both sides of the Ghost Gate said in a low voice. They all had cold temperaments, strong fluctuations all over their bodies, and full of ghost energy.

Yang Xuan looked solemn, took out the soul-attacking token and handed it to the Yin soldier. After the other party took a look, he looked at Yang Xuan again, and then let him go.

It was not until he walked out of the gates of hell that Yang Xuan finally let go of his heart.

He was afraid that the other party would see through it, which would trigger a battle.

At this time, outside the Ghost Gate, there is a mountain range with yin energy. The mountains are filled with yin and mist, and the ghost energy is lingering. The surroundings are vast and the scenery is invisible.

Outside the valley, there were ghost messengers back and forth, entering and leaving the gates of ghosts. Behind them, they were followed by a group of dead souls wearing plain clothes and expressionless faces.

Of course, there are also rebellious people who are roaring by the soul-catching ropes in the hands of those soul-catching ghosts, and they quickly become honest.

Yang Xuan looked around slightly. It was late at night in the world, and the surroundings were covered in darkness. He followed his memory and walked towards the direction of Daliang Kingdom.

At this moment, in the underworld Fengdu City, Ji Mo had a serious expression and walked towards the mansion of the Black Ghost King, the God of the Punishment Office.

Yang Xuan's background is too big. He entered the living room privately at this time, so he dared not hide it.

Once he interferes in the affairs of the world, he will definitely violate the laws of heaven and yin. At that time, this matter may be in trouble.

Thinking of this, Ji Mo couldn't help but speed up.

As one of the top ten Yin Zhengs, the Black Ghost King naturally has his own Yin Zhengshu Mansion.

It was a magnificent mansion, with a majestic yin energy rising up, forming a huge grimace over the mansion, looking down at the entire mansion.

At this time, Ji Mo arrived at the door of the mansion. The little ghost guarding the Yin Shifu naturally recognized Ji Mo, bowed him slightly, and let him go.

In a hall full of ghost energy, the surroundings are terrifying. The evil ghosts are carved on the walls. The hideous ghost faces are wide open, and the entire hall is full of yin energy.

At this time, the nigger king was sitting upright on it, and in front of him was a pot of fine wine. In the hall, a number of enchanting ghost girls were dancing gracefully.

They are all in a swaying figure, with a lingering yin energy all over their bodies, adding a touch of charm. Their dance postures are gentle and make people linger.

"God Lord, it's not good!" Just as the nigger king was intoxicated and was watching the ghost girl in the hall with relish, a very disharmonious voice came in.

The sound was rapid and contained a hint of panic.

The black ghost king's face darkened and he looked at Ji Mo who was walking quickly outside the hall.

Ji Mo looked at the ripples all over the room and couldn't help but be stunned. His ghostly body passed by many ghost girls, and a faint fragrance passed through his breath, which made him feel relaxed and happy, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

God’s life is so comfortable!

"Ji Mo, if you don't stay in the Twelve Division, why are you here to come?" At this time, the black ghost king looked gloomy and waved his hand to signal the ghost girls to retreat.

The nigger king's low shout made Ji Mo tremble. He was afraid that he had swept away the gods' pleasure.

"God Lord, it's important, I'm sorry for my humble position."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, say!"

"God Lord, Yang Xuan... ran away!"

"What did you say?" The nigger king suddenly stood up from his seat.

He looked at Ji Mo and said in a low voice: "Give you another chance, let me say it."

"Yang Xuan ran away..."

"Bastard! You are Si Jun, and you can't even look down on Yang Xuan. What's the use of me?" The nigger king said furiously.

Yang Xuan is so important, and his value is understood in his heart.

It can be said that Yang Xuan's position in the hearts of the Ten Palaces of Hell is more important than their top ten Yin Zhengs.

Maybe the Ten Palaces of Hell would only frown, but if Yang Xuan had any accidents, the Ten Palaces of Hell would probably be furious.

"God Lord, you can't stop me from doing anything!"

"Where has he gone?"

"The world of the world!"

"What? The World?" The Nigami King was shocked, "How could you let him go to the World?"

"What is going on? You can tell me clearly, but I can't explain it clearly. I fry you today!" The nigger king growled.
Chapter completed!