At this moment, under the night sky, two huge statues flashed with faint lights. Under the statue, Ning Qingwan's body was wrapped in something like spider silk, with a piece of rag in her mouth, and was lying on the ground with her body twisted, and beside him, there was the prince Kui who looked like a puppet.

He stared at Ning Qingwan with a dull look until a ray of light suddenly appeared, and Prince Kui fell down straight.

"Woooo~" When she looked at the boy who suddenly appeared and the silence next to her again, Hai Qing holding a white lantern, how could she not know who this person was?

The leader of the Blood God Cult.

"Tsk tsk, it's a pretty woman. You really make it easy for me to find. I didn't expect that after a long walk around, you came here first. It seems that everything has been destined to be true. I will definitely embark on the road of the ancient road." Wusheng smiled, then looked up at the battle in the air, with the sarcasm in his eyes.

"A group of idiots, the underworld is not the one they used to be. Now, they are all some clowns, which is really sad!" After Wu Sheng said that, he stretched out a finger, and Ning Qingwan couldn't help but float. He stroked in the air, and many cracks suddenly appeared on Ning Qingwan's arms, and a trace of blood turned into blood beads and floated out.

"Ah~" Ning Qingwan shouted in pain. Su Yan in the distance heard Ning Qingwan's shrill cry again, his face changed drastically, and Lei Lingyi urged him hard.

But soon, another painful voice started to scream, this time it was Hai Qing.

"Wusheng, stop me!" Su Yan roared angrily, and his voice blessed the soul power to spread. This was a warning to Wusheng, and also shouting to the group of people in the sky again.

Wusheng sneered. When Su Yan was about to come, a wall of light suddenly appeared in front of him. Su Yan suddenly bumped into him and bounced out directly. At this moment, a trace of white light appeared in the air. This ray of white light directly melted like Yang Xue met the fiery sun.

The sky is bright again.

Many ghost coaches and Yan Luo were all panting and cautious. In the center, Lord Ye pointed a finger at Wusheng's eyebrows, and his whole body was slowly cracking.

"I am worthy of being the strongest man in the underworld, but after all, you are still too late!" Wusheng smiled, and finally became a little bit ashes and completely dissipated. Hai Qing next to him, the activator of the Jiuying bloodline, now turned into a doll the size of a palm and fell from the air.

"Not good!" Lord Ye finally reacted and looked at the two stone statues suddenly. At this moment, the two stone statues were emitting light. One of the nine-headed infants with nine-headed birds flew up from the stone statues. The other one was a black pure black crane with a turbid shade.

The white stone steps were extending little by little, and in the middle, Wusheng was looking at the white jade road with excitement on his face.

"Wusheng!" Lord Ye roared directly, and an unprecedented sense of humiliation made him fly down.

"Ah--" Su Yandong's nose and face was swollen. Without saying a word, he flashed the thunder spirit wings and approached the wall of light that was blocking his face again.

Wusheng ignored Su Yan, nor did he look at the upcoming Lord Ye and many senior officials of the underworld above his head. He stared at the ever-growing white jade ladder with bright eyes. After searching for hundreds of years, he finally got what he wanted today.

Even though he didn't know where the ancient road would lead to, what kind of danger would be, it was better than Bai Bai's waiting for death in this plane. Moreover, he had reached the end of his practice, but he could not become an immortal, because he would die in a dead end.

Just like the emperor of the world, when he stood at the peak, he looked around and found that he was empty and truly alone, without pursuit and goal, and he didn't know what to do next.

He did not want to look down and examine his country and proudly go the road he had walked, but wanted to hold his head up and continue to cross. Even if the thorns ahead blocked the road, he wanted to try. The unknown is the most exciting and attractive. Therefore, in the face of the Blood God Cult established for hundreds of years, he could give up without reservation and verify something that was beneficial to him.

"Please kill the treasure gourd, kill someone!" Su Yan suddenly stopped when he approached the light shield, and directly resisted the Lu Ya gourd on his shoulder, roared and aimed at Wusheng.

"The system detected that your soul star index was insufficient and could not attack the target!" The cold prompt sound of the system suddenly sounded. Su Yan looked at the five million soul stars he had now, but he could not kill him. How strong is he?

"Use all the soul stars, no matter whether you can kill him or not, please ask the treasure gourd and kill people again!" Su Yan's eyes burst, looking at Hai Qing and Ning Qingwan who were screaming shrillly on both sides, roaring with red eyes and hoarse voices.

"The system has detected that 5.67 million soul stars will be deducted soon. Are you sure?" the system asked again.

"Confirm!" Su Yan was flawed.

As Su Yan's words fell, the palm-sized gourd suddenly surged, shaking violently, and as the light flashed, a strong white air burst out from the mouth of the gourd. This breath was filled with a strong fragrance, which could quickly treat Su Yan's injuries.

Of course, Su Yan could no longer care about so much. He only had the rescue Hai Qing and Ning Qingwan in his eyes. At this moment, a black little man who was only the size of a thumb rushed out from the white clouds. He still held a black knife in his hand, raised his head and let out a sharp roar. His evil spirit was overwhelming, and he passed through the light wall set by Wusheng like lightning.

Wusheng's heart felt something. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a black lightning coming. This black lightning actually gave him a sense of creepy death. After so many years, he even forgot about this feeling, even when facing Lord Ye before, how could it be...

It was too late to think about it. It was really lightning that was too fast. Wusheng quickly raised his feet back. The black villain had arrived in front of him and passed directly through his arms and penetrated through. If Wusheng had not dodged in time, what had just penetrated was his throat.

The left arm suddenly felt a piercing pain, as if there was venom, preventing the self-repair in the body. This long-lost pain was more than 600 years ago last time.

"Looking for death!" Wusheng was completely angry and punched him with his right hand. When Su Yan saw Wusheng being injured, he only regretted that he could not kill him. Now that he saw that he freed up his hands to deal with him, he hurriedly flashed the thunder spirit wings to hide.

The fist had not come yet, but the light wall that was in front of him exploded in advance, rolling backwards with Su Yan. Xiong Da, who was rushing to see the destructive punch, saw the destructive punch, and with a "good" sounded, he grabbed Su Yan with his claw and flew backwards.

Wusheng still had to make some moves, but Lord Ye roared over his head. Wusheng's thighs could not hurt his left shoulder. He took a step back and was about to take action again. Damn kid, this time he really capsized in the gutter.

Buzz!

At this moment, at the white jade staircase, a huge light suddenly emanated, forming a light shield that protected the two statues, directly blocking Lord Ye and his group outside.
Chapter completed!