He was not good at fighting, so he fled, but the horse-faced iron rope on the side swept away, wrapped around his waist, and dragged him over.

These two brothers have cooperated for thousands of years, and these two axes are quite skilled, not to mention Wu Youshu, a feng shui master who has just entered the heavens.

Even if it is a peak grandmaster in the middle stage of internal refining, it is by no means an opponent.

One drag, one hit!

The bull head raised the big stick, and he was about to smash Wu Youshu's heavenly spirit and scatter his three souls and seven spirits.

"I'm dying!"

Wu Youshu saw that the big stick, like a pillar of the South Heaven, collapsed with a bang, and he was desperate, where could he dodge.

Other onlookers and ghosts, such as Xia Rongqing and others, are also souls and bodies, and there is no way out of the dark road when this catastrophe occurs.

Other unjust ghosts and spirits are also unwilling to cry and cry.

The last glimmer of hope in his heart was dashed with Wu Youshu's fiasco.

Just when he thought that his life would be lost, he heard the wind in his ears.

A green shirt flashed forward, and with a punch with one arm, it hit the mace.

Rumble!

The mace made of the underworld iron was like a lightning strike, and the bull head snorted, and took a few steps back before he stood firm.

"Who, who?"

The bull head gasped for a few breaths and shouted like thunder.

The young man in the green shirt slowly raised his head, and a grim smile appeared on his face: "The one who wants your life!" ”

Yes!

"Brother Yi is out of the horse, who will compete?"

Xia Zichuan came back to his senses and waved his fist with joy.

"Mom and Dad, folks, don't be afraid!"

"You are saved."

Xia Zichuan touched his chest, looked at the villagers around him, and realized that because he was standing next to Qin Yi, he and Qin Yi had become the only two people among the villagers who might not be restrained.

The boy is Qin Yi!

Originally, in the eyes of Xia Rongqing and others, the young man who was not to worry about and regarded as his son's stubborn partner was like a god at this moment.

That cold and arrogant, fair-skinned handsome face, under the moonlight, shines like a young god, which makes people excited, and can't help but look up and worship.

Even the moonlight above the nine heavens became brighter and brighter because of the appearance of the young man, dispelling the gloomy fog on the top of the mountain!

"Who are you, do you know what happened when you go against the two envoys of Niu and Ma?"

A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the black-robed guest, he never expected that if he stepped on Wu Youshu, he would be able to kill a Cheng Biting Gold behind his back.

"Hmph, a small soul envoy under the command of the commander of the front hall of the Yin Division, why is this commander afraid?"

"It's your master Xie Fan and others, when they see me, they have to call me respectfully!"

Qin Yi lowered his hand to the sky and smiled coldly.

Eighteen floors of hell!

One emperor, seventeen kings, hundreds of handsome candidates!

The first emperor is the supreme ghost king of hell, the ghost emperor Qin Guangwang!

The Ghost Emperor commands the life and death of the mortal world, and establishes the Yin Division, which is divided into three major hall command systems: front, middle, and zheng.

Among them, the commander of the front hall made the general leader live and die in the mortal world, and Xie Fan was led by the two commanders of black and white impermanence!

The commander of the middle hall is commanded by the god general Zhong Kui, who is responsible for dispatching the soldiers and horses of the Yin Division, as well as coordinating the war mediation of the other seventeen hell ghost kings.

The commander of the main hall is directly led by the Son of Yama, just like Qin Yi's guards when he was in the underworld, and it is the weapon of the Ghost Emperor to command the eight directions.

Among the eighteen layers of hell, the only one with the three major halls was King Qin Guang.

The other hells are all directly led by the army, and the ghost king is divided into the major marshal accounts!

Qin Yi came from the most cruel eighteenth layer of hell, although he was only a ghost handsome, but his strength was close to that of the ghost king, but for some reason, he had not yet become the king.

He once represented the major princes of the eighteenth layer of hell, and the other seventeen ghost kings, every thousand years, they went to the capital to meet the ghost emperor.

Therefore, I am more familiar with the yin.

If the commander of the front hall made black and white impermanence here, he would definitely recognize Qin Yi.

However, the status of the second envoy of Niu Ma is too low, otherwise he would not have been sent to do this drudgery, and it is reasonable not to know Qin Yi.

The two of them were shocked when they saw Qin Yi tell their reason.

There is an enchantment between hell and the underworld, and the seventeen-way ghost king is not allowed to enter the underworld at will, and the underworld and the mortal world also have an enchantment, as well as more severe provisions and laws.

Mortals, until they are not qualified to enter the Yin Division, will never know the true establishment.

For a while, the second envoy was stunned by Qin Yi's arrogance and majesty, and he was at a loss.

"Master Niu, Master Ma, this kid is too rampant, if you don't kill him, I'm afraid it will damage the prestige of the two masters in the mortal world."

When the black-robed man saw that the two envoys were suppressed, he couldn't help but be anxious.

The reason why he was able to repeatedly defeat the feng shui masters who came to break the situation was mainly because there were two envoys in charge, no matter who Qin Yi was, he would never give up this trump card easily.

"Your Excellency, who the hell are you?"

"Please also tell the truth, so as not to mistake your own family."

The horse's face was relatively sleek, and he hurriedly asked.

"My own family! You two brutes are also worthy? ”

"Yin Si has special temple gates in various places for you to rest, in order to covet the aura, you actually came here to use the villain, in a vain attempt to disregard people's lives, is this how Xie and Fan taught you?"

Qin Yi's eyes were like electricity, and he asked majestically.

"This ......"

"Since His Excellency refuses to say his name, don't blame my two brothers for being polite."

The bull head and the horse face exchanged glances with each other, and the yin qi of the two of them was urged to the extreme, and the more they wanted to fight.

Qin Yi made their origins clear, and seemed to be extremely familiar with the establishment of the Yin Division, if he really wanted to poke this matter out, it would not be of any benefit to them, and it would even affect their master.

In fact, they came here to catch more wandering ghosts and make soul incense for other Hell Warlord soldiers to use as dry food.

The Yin Si War is all about evil ghosts and yaksha participating in the war, and ordinary human souls who are newly dead are not even qualified to be coolies, so they can only be eaten to a miserable end.

The bull head was the first to attack, and as soon as he ate Qin Yi's punch, he was on fire in his heart, and the three-thousand-pound dark iron mace flew over.

As a soul-detaining envoy, cultivation is also divided into high and low.

The detention of ordinary people's souls is generally equivalent to the level of the grandmaster of the martial arts world, and the masters of the martial arts world, such as Yan Jiutian and even those on Kunlun Mountain, can only invite the Yin Si God General to come in person, and this kind of bull head and horse noodles is to deliver food.

The cultivation of Niu Tou and Ma Mian is slightly higher than that of the Grandmaster, but they have not yet reached the realm of the Great Grandmaster, and compared with Qin Yi, who has cultivated both martial arts and has reached the level of almost invincible under divine refining, it is not half a star and a half.

"Black Three!"

Qin Yi let out a loud shout.

But when he heard a roar in the air, the three-foot-tall black three appeared from the black mist and came to fight.

Roar!

The original burly body of the bull head was like a baby standing in front of an adult in front of Hei San, small and pitiful.

"Sanjo Yaksha!"

"You're in the tent?"

The horse face was shocked.

"Little brute! Go to your ancestors, you also deserve to ask the origin of the Hou Ye! ”

Hei San held the mace with one hand, broke it with both hands, and under the divine power, the mace broke into two.

(End of chapter)