On the top of the Ming Tower, the white-bearded old man watched the scene in the Ming Tower through a fist-sized glass ball.

But now, suddenly, an extremely cold wave came from below, causing him to appear in the corridor in an instant, his eyes like lightning, looking towards the place where the cold air was emitted.

But the cold aura flashed away, and the other powerful ghosts in the Nether Tower had just sensed it, but they didn't know where it came from.

"Strange, the aura just now was extremely sharp. Where did it come from?

Could anyone do something in my underworld building?”

The old man with white beard stood in the corridor and looked around, but the breath that had disappeared just now was gone and never appeared again.

In the private room, Xiao Yu looked at the young master Wuji in front of him, then threw out a few talismans and pasted them on the surrounding walls.

Then he flicked his fingers gently, and the black and white Tai Chi that had originally enveloped Master Wuji's head trembled slightly.

Young Master Wuji stood in front of Xiao Yu, still looking like he was chatting and laughing, as if he was as stable as Mount Tai!

"I am really worthy of being Mr. Wuji. I am still calm at this moment. I really don't know where your confidence comes from!"

Xiao Yu turned around Mr. Wuji twice, then reached out and held it gently in front of him, and the Yin-Yang Tao Wood Sword appeared in his hand.

The Yin-Yang Peach Wood Sword is like a rare treasure in this place where ghost energy is filled with. As soon as it comes out, it emits a faint white light, forcing the approaching ghost energy to retreat to both sides.

Seeing the Yin-Yang Peach Wooden Sword in Xiao Yu's hand, Mr. Wuji's expression suddenly changed.

This kind of fairy sword has very powerful damage to their ghosts, especially when he has no resistance at all.

"Xiao Yu, what do you want to do? You have to know that in Wucheng, you have no chance to escape. You saw it just now, and I can say that you are responding to it."

Young Master Wuji was struggling, but he didn't expect that he could really speak, so he shouted at Xiao Yu.

The other party's voice was very loud, but it was limited to this room. Because the surrounding walls had already been set by Xiao Yu, the sound would continue to eject back after encountering those talismans, so the ghosts outside could not hear the movement inside.

"So what if you say a hundred responses? Will I be afraid?

Now I will give you a chance to survive and let your bullhead bring all the Taoist ghosts up."

Xiao Yu put the wooden sword on the shoulder of Mr. Wuji, and his voice gradually became cold from the beginning of gentleness.

"By the way, I have a bottle of soul-transforming water here. I wonder how you will react when you pour it on you. However, Mr. Wuji has the cultivation level of the Ghost King, and he will definitely resist the corrosion effect of the soul-transforming water."

Xiao Yu took out a small glass bottle again and shook it in front of the other side. The slightly turbid liquid inside emitted a rotten smell.

When the Soul Transformation Water caused Xiaobao torture, Xiao Yu left some in case of emergency.

"Hmph, can't I be scared, so what if I say this is the soul-transforming water, but it is the soul-destroying water?"

Young Master Wuji snorted coldly, looked at Xiao Yu, and said with some disdain.

"Is that true? Then let's try it on the spot to see if your ability is as big as your tone."

Young Master Wuji was still a little arrogant and unruly because there was no word for admitting defeat in his dictionary.

However, this is also the reason why the young master, who is in a high position, has not suffered any hardships. If he felt the effect of the Soul Transformation Water, he would definitely not say such arrogant words again.

When he saw Xiao Yu take out the soul-transforming water before, his expression changed slightly, but he thought of the legend of the soul-transforming water. He heard that he would fall into the soul-transforming pool and die for a lifetime.

But when he thought of the small amount of soul-transforming water in his glass bottle in his hand, he became a little disdainful.

"Just let the horse come over, if I frown, I will not be a hero."

Mr. Wuji's bones were still very hard, and Xiao Yu was not long-winded. The glass bottle was slightly tilted, and a few drops of soul-transforming water slid directly from the mouth of the bottle and fell on Mr. Wuji's body.

"Puff..."

It was like a burnt iron tong, suddenly put into cold water, making a sniffle sound.

"Ah... Demonic, I'm going to kill you."

After trying the effect of the soul-transforming water for the first time, Young Master Wuji's face became ferocious.

Looking at his body, a long mark appeared on the place where the soul-turning water dripped just now.

The soul-transforming water rolled down like red iron, and brought a long rotten mark on Mr. Wuji.

A rotten smell spreads through the room, making people sick.

"How about it? You, a real man, can't stand it if you only have two drops. If you pour this bottle of water on your body or face, I think your handsome face will not have the chance to meet people in the future, right?"

Xiao Yu said, tilting the bottle mouth again, preparing to pour all the soul-transforming water on the other party.

"Stop, stop, you crazy."

Young Master Wuji was finally scared at this time. He had never felt the effect of the soul-transforming water to the soul before. Today, he suffered inhuman torture. Only then did he realize that that thing was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Why, are you scared?"

Since the other party begged for mercy, Xiao Yu certainly would not force each other again, so he immediately put away the glass bottle and looked at the other party.

"What do you want to do?"

Young Master Wuji looked at Xiao Yu and said coldly, and the pair of eyes seemed to be about to spit out fire.

He regretted that he shouldn't have arrested Xiao Yu directly at the beginning, but Yelang was arrogant and led the other party here to cause trouble.

In hell, Mr. Wuji’s name is so famous. Who dares not to give him face? That’s why the other party is so bold and invites Xiao Yu to him to negotiate with the other party.

But, when people are in the world, how can they not wet their shoes?

This time I gave him a vivid lesson, which was the end of arrogance and arrogance.

"I told you before, let the bullhead bring all the Taoist ghosts below, without missing a single one."

Xiao Yu looked at Mr. Wuji, as if he was afraid that the other party would not be able to hear clearly, and said word by word.

"If you want me to talk, then you have to let me move, right?"

Mr. Wuji smiled as if he had found a chance to escape.

Seeing this, Wu Xuan took a step forward, staring at Mr. Wuji with his eyes curled up.

"What are you doing? You want to enslave me?"

Seeing Wu Xuan's empty eyes, Mr. Wuji began to struggle again, but his struggle had no effect on Wu Xuan.

"Woo...Woooo"

The white-robed guard on the side also started to scream when he saw his son being controlled, but his voice could not reach the range covered by the black and white gossip.

A quarter of an hour later, the black and white gossip on Mr. Wuji's head gradually dissipated.

The young master Wuji who was struggling had already calmed down. He stood beside Wu Xuan with an extremely humble smile on his face, like a loyal nurse.

"Let them bring all the Taoist ghosts."

"Yes, sir."
Chapter completed!