Chapter 569 The Three Souls of the Northern Underworld

Zhi killed thousands of miles, carrying the limbs in the bamboo basket, and rushed out first regardless.

Mr. Mingyue said to the master intentionally, "Brother Xin, look at me dealing with them. You can watch the enemy plunder."

Leng Wuxin nodded and said, "The mental disability is the two major killers under the heavenly disability. If the disability is dead today, they will hate it. Be more careful."

Feng Cailing said, "Why don't I go with you? We two have nothing to say to the two of them."

Mr. Mingyue sighed, "No, I am enough. If it hadn't been for the disability of the two, I would have killed them, hey! I just hate that they are too cruel and vicious, and they can't blame me.

Feng Cailing had to say, "Be careful, especially be careful of the sword spirit in the eyes of the dead face, which is invincible."

Mr. Mingyue nodded and flew out in front of the mentally disabled and physically disabled.

Zhi killed thousands of miles without answering, dragging a huge sword of more than eight feet, and the straight green bricks in front of the temple sneered, marking a series of sparks. Kill Qianli suddenly shook his head and shouted loudly. The huge sword was suddenly raised and split down straight down, and a magnificent sword light was drawn out.

Mr. Mingyue casually pulled out a curing autumn moon light arc, just like the remnant moon is like a hook. A half-moon chopping light arc met the sword spirit that killed thousands of miles and instantly broke it.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, a strange light emitted from the empty eyes of the limbs, and a sword light flashed out of the eyes and also hit the bright moon.

Mr. Mingyue sacrificed the purple flame sword in no hurry, but he saw the purple flame surging all over the light sword, which was fascinating in the quiet night.

The purple flame sword crossed the sword, and the light of the sword in the unmarked eyes touched the light sword of the bright moon, which was reflected back.

He killed thousands of miles in rage. He hurriedly waved the huge sword to block the reflected sword light. He couldn't help complaining about the limb disability in the bamboo basket he carried on his back and said hatefully, "You are a dead zombie, it's more than enough to do! What a bird sword light! The reaction was really slow. I didn't send it until someone pulled out the lightsaber. I was late for grandma's house!"

The limbs were still and dull and snorted, "You are not much better. The giant sword is a flower, which is useless, and it is broken by his understatement. Hey! Pay attention!"

Mr. Mingyue listened to the two complain to each other and laughed secretly. Knowing that in a short time, the Northern Emperor's impermanence and bull-headed horse face were about to appear. At this time, the bright moon showed no more ruthlessness, and the purple flame sword immediately took action to make a quick decision. He made a unique move and shouted, "He fell to the ground!"

The purple flame sword drew a faint shining sword light, like the faint sky like the Milky Way in the sky, and the magnificent sword spirit fell like a long rainbow falling to the ground.

He killed thousands of miles and hurriedly waved his huge sword to seal the destructive sword spirit, and three sword lights flashed in his empty eyes, which also tried to resist the unique move of Mr. Mingyue.

Unexpectedly, with a loud click, the huge sword that killed thousands of miles was broken into two pieces, and the three sword lights that did not move were scattered like dust by the sword spirit of the Mingyue prince Tianhe fell to the ground.

The power of a sword fell to the ground, and the remaining momentum remained. Then the mental disability and limb disability were cut in two pieces and fell to the ground, and everyone was terrmented.

Mr. Mingyue stood with a sword, pointed to the ground with the tip of the purple flame sword and said coldly, "Mr. Yan Luo, your lawsuit has been committed! The ghost judgment has been detained by the three envoys of Fongdu. I'm just waiting for you. Come and die!"

Yan Luo, the emperor, was very cunning. Looking back, there were few ghosts under his men. He quickly turned around and said, "King of Wheels, you have to deal with this boy to resist. I lead others to block the cold and unintentional messengers."

The Holy King's Wheel King is even more treacherous and snorted coldly, "Do you also want to stop Leng Wuxin, Feng Cailing and the soul messenger from teaming together? Tell everyone to go together, break each other, and take down this little white face first.

Mingjun Yanluo will know what he has for today's plan. He hurriedly shouted: "King Guang of Qin, Emperor Song, King Huai of Chu, if you don't do it at this time, when will you wait!" Let's go together!"

The soul golden sword of the Holy King's Wheel King was sacrificed, and the emperor Yan Luo also pulled out the blue magic knife and led the remaining ghosts to rush up.

Qin Guang and the emperor Chu Huai were a little hesitant to see the master coming in person, but Emperor Song knew the stakes. If he failed, he would die. He pulled the two and rushed up.

Leng Wuxin, Feng Cailing and the soul messenger saw that the rebel generals of Beiming rushed up and swept to the front of the son of Mingyue one after another. The four people stood in a row and stared on the enemy.

Leng Wuxin said, "I'll block the underworld, Yan Luo and the wheel king. You kill the rest of the people."

Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing couldn't help talking. The leader Leng Wuxin had sacrificed the Tianang sword, and the bright sword light was facing the soul golden sword of the Holy King's Wheel King.

The martial arts of the saint's wheel king is the head of the ten halls of hell, but the day before yesterday, he resisted Mr. Mingyue and was still sweating. How could he be a cold and careless opponent? He hurriedly shouted, "Mr. Mingjun, come and help me!"

Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing rushed out and were about to stop the underworld Yan Luo. Suddenly, they saw the huge shackles flying down in mid-air and hit the shoulders of the under the underworld.

Yan Luo, the king, shouted in pain. Before he came to his senses, suddenly another pebble-thick iron rope was locked down.

There were a few gloomy strange smiles in the deep night, and the white and long-tongued figure floated over and chattered, "Mingjun Yanluo is ours. Mingyue, you go and deal with the others."

The leaders of the gods and demons of Beiming saw the white and impermanent figures like hanging ghosts, and their hairs were swollen one by one.

Suddenly, the figure of the bull's head and horse's face also flashed in mid-air. The horse's face pulled up the iron rope that locked the ghost's judgment, and the bull's head also opened the shackles and locked the emperor Yan Luo with a click. Only this rope, the emperor's Yan Luo screamed again, lost his life, and the three souls and seven souls escaped.

Bai Wuchang floated and stretched out his pale and thin hand to collect the soul of the underworld emperor Yan Luo. In this way, he also combined with the soul of the ghost judgment and the broad nest platform and clenched it in a punch.

The leaders of the Jiuyou tribe below were shocked and speechless.

Bai Wuchang laughed and said, "Don't be afraid. The underworld emperor Yan Luo and the ghost sentenced the gang to kill the Huhan'er family in the border city, and instigated Kuowotai to use false testimony and blood to frame Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing. Fortunately, they dare to call them Mingjun and ruin the reputation of the ghost city of Fengdu! Now the three souls have come to justice, and the great work has been completed. You and others are waiting for the Northern Emperor to fall, and we will go!"

After saying that, Bai Wuchang and the bull-headed horse's face suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and everyone was still stunned for a long time. Only then did they suddenly understand that everything that happened in the border city was a crime sentenced by the underworld emperor Yan Luo and the ghost. The so-called good has good retribution of evil and evil. In the true heavenly cycle, retribution is unpleasant.