"Damn human, this marquis is the marquis of the Netherworld. How dare you humiliate this marquis so wantonly!"

Yin Fu roared angrily. He thought he could easily kill Zhuo Buqun this time, but he didn't expect to torture him so much that he made him humiliated and extremely angry.

"You are not one of the top ten marquises of the Netherworld Death Realm, so what's the point of suffering from this little bit of torture?"

Zhuo Buqun's eyes were cold, and he activated the death star, condensed a sword light again, slashing on Yin Fu's body.

"Ah..." Yin Fu screamed again, and a shrill sound of ghost crying came from his body. He no longer dared to be stubborn and hurriedly said: "Human, stop! Let me go, no matter what you want, I promise you!"

"The only use you have to do to vent your hatred in your heart, so I only want your life!"

As soon as Zhuo Buqun's cold voice fell, the chains formed by the rules of death around Yin Fu fell down, and they would tightly entangle.

"Even if this marquis dies, he will never let you have a good time!"

Yin Fu let out an angry roar, his body suddenly contracted, and countless ghosts in his body let out shrill crying.

Boom! Yin Fu's body exploded, shattering the chains that were shaking him.

He also knew that once he was included in the Pluto Code, he would completely become an unconscious slave, so he chose to self-destruct.

The huge impact swept across all directions, and the surrounding boundary wind was also shaken, and Zhuo Buqun was shocked and retreated repeatedly.

Yin Fu's body completely disappeared, leaving only a faint ray of phosphorus fire flashing, disappearing without a trace.

"He actually escaped a consciousness, I'm afraid it's a little trouble!"

Zhuo Buqun frowned, put away the Pluto Code, urged Kunpeng's true body, and flew towards the small stars where the Beiming Demon Lord inherited it.

Ling Yunxiang was moved by the big news here.

"The underworld in the Netherworld is extremely powerful and not bound by the world wind. Even if Zhuo Buqun does not die, he will be seriously injured! If he dies, I will not be able to do anything!"

"No matter what the result is, the inheritance of the Beiming Demon Lord is mine!"

Ling Yunxiang's eyes flashed, urging Ling Yunyi to fly straight to the depths of the boundary wind.

The underworld is dead.

The cold and dead world is filled with rich yin and dark aura, and from time to time, waves of yin thunder sound in the air. Blood-red lightning breaks through the pitch-black world, making the whole world turn blood red.

A huge black mountain stands on the earth, with the top of the mountain connecting the sky, majestic and cold, as if it is the embodiment of death.

A faint phosphorescence flashed and appeared below the mountain. There was a very blurry phantom in the phosphorescence. It was the Yin Fu of the Minghou. At this time, only a consciousness was left, which would disappear at any time.

The phosphorescence came to the top of the mountain slowly, conveying an extremely weak consciousness: "Yinfu, pay homage to the Lord of the Underworld!"

A moment later, a low roar came from a dark palace in front of him, and a white light flashed out from the palace and appeared on Yin Fu.

The white light converged and turned into a tiger with a white light flashing all over. You could vaguely see stars disappearing in the tiger's body, with cold eyes and a breath of killing, violent and coldness.

The phosphorescence trembles under the pressure of the tiger and will be extinguished at any time.

"Yinfu, what happened, how could you only have one consciousness left?"

A majestic, vicissitudes and cold sound came from the tiger's mouth.

Yin Fu trembled and told the tiger what had happened before.

A white light flashed in the tiger's pupils and said indifferently: "Have you actually found the inheritance of the Beiming Demon Lord?

Why don’t you tell me in advance?”

"I originally planned to get the inheritance of the Beiming Demon Lord and then dedicate all the inheritance to Lord Ming Zun. I never thought I would encounter that powerful human being!"

"That human has the Canglong and the Vermilion Bird Star Soul?

How is this possible?”

"It's true! How dare you deceive Lord Ming Zun?"

"There is a statue of the God of the Belarus in the inheritance of the Northern Demon Lord. I have to take a trip. And I am also very curious about that human being. Lead the way!"

The white tiger opened its mouth and sucked the phosphorus fire into its mouth.

Then a man in black robe floated out of the palace.

It was an old man with wrinkles on his face and deep pupils, which seemed to be no different from ordinary humans.

If you stare carefully, you will find that the lines on his skin are condensed by the rules of death. His eyes are like a world of death. If he takes a look at it, he will fall into death.

The old man stepped on the tiger's back, and the white tiger jumped, jumping into nothingness and disappeared.

Zhuo Buqun transformed into a big Peng and flew in the terrifying world wind. Although he possessed the talent and ability of Kunpeng, he was also under great tests at this time. Every time he advanced one meter, it was extremely difficult.

Ling Yunxiang is a thousand feet away from Zhuo Buqun. Such a distance is completely negligible for the fighters in the Star Realm, but at this time it has become an insurmountable barrier.

Ling Yunxiang had to come to a rock and swallow the pill to restore his fighting spirit. His heart was full of dissatisfaction and strong jealousy.

Huh! A white light flashed from a gray-yellow realm wind at the edge of the space. An old man rode a white tiger through the terrifying realm wind and soon arrived at the central area of ​​the space.

Ling Yunxiang saw the old man and the white tiger at a glance, and his expression changed instantly, "You, are you the strongest man in the Netherworld's Death Realm?

No, your strength has long exceeded the limit of the Earth Star Realm!”

The old man glanced at Ling Yunxiang, which immediately made Ling Yunxiang feel his heart tremble. He suddenly felt like his soul flew out of his body and was about to fall into the underworld forever.

Ling Yunxiang snorted coldly, and a blue light surged out of his body, turning into a whirlwind circling around him, immediately getting rid of the terrible illusion.

"The Fighter of the Star Realm?"

The old man smiled slightly, his eyes full of disdain.

Ling Yunxiang felt the old man's contempt and was immediately angry and sneered: "What about the strongest man in the Netherworld Dead Realm?

In my eyes, he is still an ant-like existence!"

"Arrogant! Even in the Tianxing Realm, you can't do anything to the true deity!"

"Yeah?

If I hadn't been shackled by the world wind here, and the world wind would have little influence on you, it would be easy for me to kill you!"

"This place does not belong to you, and I don't want to provoke the forces of the Tianxing Realm behind you. Leave quickly, otherwise I won't mind devouring you!"

The old man waved his sleeves, and a gray-yellow yin energy rolled out, sweeping towards Ling Yunxiang.

Ling Yunxiang glanced at Zhuo Buqun, who was about to reach the center, and his eyes showed an unwilling look. He snorted coldly, activated Ling Yunxiang, shook the yin energy and flew towards the edge of the space.

The old man rode a white tiger and headed straight for Zhuo Buqun.
Chapter completed!