Qin Lin quickly turned around and glanced at four young men wearing black Zhongshan suits, short hair, sunglasses, and serious faces. Behind them were a large piece of people with the word "bad" printed on their chests and wearing the clothes of Qing Dynasty soldiers.

"ghost?!"

Qin Lin looked at the group of people in confusion. They had strong yin energy and full of ghost energy behind them, and they were obviously not living people.

But if it is a ghost, there is no trace of resentment, hostility, or even spiritual energy.

"Are you ghost messengers in the underworld?" Qin Lin asked.

The four young men changed their faces and said sternly: "The ghost messenger is these outdated things, we are the god of death!"

Another young man also said proudly: "The God of Death is the most advanced in thought, the most fair and efficient ghost in the underworld. How can it be compared with the inferior ghost in these inferior ghosts?"

"grim Reaper?!"

Qin Lin was confused. This underworld has always been a ghost mess. When will it become the Western God of Death?

At this time, behind the four young men who claimed to be the god of death, a group of ghost messengers started to whisper.

"Hmph, that's a big deal!"

"Oh, there is no way. Ksitigarbha said that the Qing Dynasty had perished, and the ghost messengers in the underworld were still wearing that dress, which was really not good-looking. The world today must keep pace with the times and keep up with the trend. Ksitigarbha directly launched reforms in the underworld. The ghost messengers began to be called the God of Death and wore a new uniform."

"Yes, we old employees are no longer popular!"

"Have you said enough? You won't capture the zombie and take it to the underworld and hand it over to Ksitigarbha King for disposal."

The young man turned around and glared and shouted.

The so-called new officials take office for three fires, and these gods of death must shake their official power.

Qin Lin was stunned again: "King Ksitigarbha, is the one in charge of the underworld now the one who is in charge of Ksitigarbha?"

This is inconsistent with the underworld information that Qin Lin knows!

Suddenly Qin Lin thought of something, patted his head, and said to himself: "I'm so confused. This is a mixed world between the zombie Taoist priest and the zombie. The master of this underworld is not the King of Hell, but the King of Ksitigarbha."

The young man shouted, "I'm sorry, I advise you to just let me take it and not force us to do it."

"Haha, just you guys?"

It’s not that Qin Lin underestimated them, but that Qin Lin is now no longer the same as before, and cultivators below the Nascent Soul are no longer the enemy of Qin Lin.

These ghost messengers who claim to be death may be restricted by this world. At most, they have the strength of the ghost king level, and those ghost messengers who wear old uniforms are even more unbearable.

The four gods of death watched Qin Lin underestimate them, and were very angry. Just as they were about to take action, Mao Xiaofang suddenly jumped out of the ruins on the ground.

"Everyone, this zombie has become as polite as an ordinary person, not a great evil or a cruel zombie. I hope you can be compatible?"

Qin Lin looked at Mao Xiaofang in surprise and said to himself: "Is it because Mao Xiaofang is helping me?"

Even Qin Lin thought so, and the gods of death naturally thought so, and said intimately, "Why did this Taoist priest plead for the zombies in reverse?"

However, they have just come out to carry out the mission. Seeing Qin Lin making such a big noise, they recently discovered that it was a flying zombie, and it also had human intelligence. The mortal monks had reached an agreement with the underworld. The zombies above the flying zombies are no longer able to be dealt with by monks, so they are handed over to the underworld.

If they let Qin Lin go today, they will not only be dereliction of duty, but also Qin Lin is really arrogant. If they don’t teach Qin Lin a lesson, what is the face? How can these gods of death gain a foothold in the underworld?

One of the leading gods of death waved his hand and a wave of air directly lifted Mao Xiaofang away.

"Hmph, the underworld is in charge of life and death, and cannot allow cultivators from the spiritual world to intervene and destroy it. This flying zombie is extremely vicious and must be suppressed!"

Mao Xiaofang sighed in his heart: "It is hard to persuade the deceased to change his devil!"

He witnessed the scene of Qin Lin passing the tribulation. How could you, the gods of death, deal with that terrifying power?

It turned out that Mao Xiaofang was not helping Qin Lin, but saving these gods of death and ghost messengers!

"You guys are not here yet!"

The young man was full of authority and shouted loudly.

"yes!"

A group of ghost messengers immediately attacked Qin Lin.

Their bodies were covered with black yin energy, and a "crackling" sound rang out, and they saw black soul-locking chains appearing out of thin air.

"Soul-Seeping Chain!"

Qin Lin's eyes changed slightly. It was this thing that gave Qin Lin a bad memory. Originally, because of the cultivation of the soul, his temper was getting better and better, but these ghost messengers in the underworld deliberately came to provoke him. This is not because of his ruthlessness.

Although I have just survived the thunder tribulation and my vitality has not fully recovered, it is enough to deal with these shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

It’s just right to use these ghost messengers to practice!

"Swish!~"

The soul-catching chain was thrown out, like several black giant pythons, wrapping Qin Lin tightly.

Then the chain's body's talisman glowed red, and several red thunders suddenly attacked Qin Lin. "Sizi!"

The red thunder covered Qin Lin's entire body, and several death gods smiled and said, "I thought the flying zombie was so powerful. It was simply vulnerable. We had to take action at all."

"Oh!"

Mao Xiaofang sighed in a low voice: "Are you blind? Qin Lin even resisted the terrifying thunder tribulation. With such a little thunder, what can he do to him?"

Sure enough, Qin Lin, who was shrouded in thunder, not only did not show a trace of pain, but also enjoyed it extremely. He glanced at the ghost officer and said with a smile: "Ghost-swallowing technique!"

Qin Lin opened his mouth and sucked, and a powerful suction force swept across.

"don't want!"

"Sir, Death, please help me!"

“…”

These ghost messengers asked for help in horror.

Originally, they were already afraid when they saw that the soul-catching chain could not do anything to Qin Lin. Now Qin Lin used the ghost-swallowing technique and was even more irresistible.

"ah!"

Accompanied by several roars, these ghost messengers were swallowed by Qin Lin and then directly refined, turning into yin energy and dispersing throughout Qin Lin's body.

“…”

"!"

Seeing that Qin Lin was so fierce and could also use magical magic such as "Ghost Swallowing Technique", another god of death whispered, "Brother Zhuo..."

The leading young man reminded: “How many times have I said it, call me JOHN.”

“JOHN.”

"This flying zombie is not simple. The thunder tribulation that just now was triggered by him. It was unprecedented in the realm of flying zombie."

JOHN frowned and said in displeased tone: "What the hell do you want to say?"

"This flying zombie is unusual. Should we find some more people?"

The god of death JOHN also gave in his heart. The power that Qin Lin had just exploded made him realize that Qin Lin was extraordinary, but he was unwilling to go back in disgrace.

"Then you guys are next!"

After Qin Lin absorbed the ghost officer, he looked coldly at JOHN and waited for the god of death. With a murderous intent, he slapped out his palm, and the strong energy condensed and gushed out, bombarding the four gods of death.

"!"

Just when the God of Death was shocked by Qin Lin's power, they truly understood Qin Lin's horror.

Just when JOHN and others thought they would die, a huge "" Foxiu flew out of thin air.
Chapter completed!