Chapter 635: The Ghost King of the Netherworld

"Lost?" The crowd was stunned, not knowing what had just happened.

Tang Sheng turned around, and there was a thin red blood line on his neck. He took a few steps, but suddenly paused, without looking back, and just said: "Why don't you kill me?"

The blood line on his neck was left by Ruoyu Zhence. As long as this blood line was a little more forceful, he would have been beheaded at this moment.

It was obvious that Ruoyu Zhence did it on purpose, but he didn't want his life.

Ruoyu Zhence shook his head and said: "You and I are not enemies, just temporary opponents, there is no need to take your life."

"Yeah." Tang Sheng nodded, his figure flashed, and then disappeared.

Ruoyu Zhence also turned and left, and a battle between strong men that was not gorgeous ended.

However, the waves that this battle caused in people's hearts did not subside, especially for those strong men who saw the door.

Nie Tian frowned slightly. Ruoyu Zhence's sword just now had extreme speed and power, and even the double-edged ghost eyes could not dodge.

To be fair, if this sword fell on him, Nie Tian would not die, but he would definitely be injured.

Now, Nie Tian realized that he had underestimated Ruoyu Zhence's strength.

On the other side, Ji Tinghai looked at Ruoyu Zhence's back from a distance, with a rare fear in his eyes.

"Tinghai, if you don't use the spirit formation in your body, how confident are you to take it?" Ji Wuxiu stood beside Ji Tinghai, his stiff expression relaxed, and asked abruptly.

Ji Tinghai frowned and said, "Five points."

"This..." Ji Wuxiu's eyes trembled, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

According to Ji Tinghai, if Ruoyu Zhence didn't use the sixth-level spirit formation in his body, there was a 50% chance that he would die on the spot.

Ruoyu Zhence's strength is so terrifying!

Ji Wuxiu originally thought that Ji Tinghai's biggest enemy in this Xumi Martial Arts Conference was Nie Tian, ​​Mo Yu and others, but now he knows that Ruoyu Zhence may be the most terrifying opponent.

The other few people, Mo Yu You Tianjin and others, were all shocked and speechless for a long time.

Only Long Er looked at Ruoyu Zhence with a playful expression. Not only was there no fear on his ugly face, but he showed an excited expression and murmured: "Xumeru Martial Arts Competition is getting more and more interesting."

In the following battle, not many people attracted Nie Tian's attention. There were only a few warriors between the ages of 40 and 50, whose strength was above the Divine Wheel Realm, but they did not pose a threat to Nie Tian.

The first day of the battle ended quickly, and the scores of all warriors were announced soon.

On the first day, in addition to the warriors who were directly eliminated due to negative points, those who were killed on the spot or seriously injured, and those who withdrew from the competition were counted. There were more than 3,000 contestants, but only more than 1,000 were left, and more than half were eliminated.

Nie Tian, ​​Mo Ruxi, Qiu Shan and others were not eliminated and successfully entered the second day.

After leaving the Xumi Martial Arts Competition, Nie Tian and others immediately returned to the ancient mansion.

Just as he was about to enter the ancient mansion, the voice of the Demon Lord Shiluo suddenly rang in his ears: "Master, that guy has come to Xumi Lingdu!"

"That guy?" Nie Tian was slightly stunned, and he didn't react for a while.

"Wu Feng!" The Demon Lord Shiluo's voice trembled slightly, and he said a name.

"Wu Feng?" Nie Tian was stunned, frowned, and screamed: "He has come to Xumi Lingdu!"

Wu Feng had the Shiluo curse mark left by the Demon Lord Shiluo on his body, and the latter could know his every move.

At the same time, in a hidden forest in Xumi Lingdu.

Several figures appeared and walked slowly.

One of the figures was very familiar, it was Wu Feng who refined the Five Poison Blood Infant.

At this time, Wu Feng's face was not very good, trembling, and seemed a little scared.

Four people followed behind him, with a strong breath and sharp eyes, and they were all six-level masters of the Divine Wheel!

These four people all wore ghost face masks, and exuded a strong corpse gas, as if they had been dead and rotten for a long time.

But these four people are definitely living people. The reason they look like this is that they must be practicing some kind of evil magic.

A moment later, they came to a mountain peak and stopped, as if waiting for someone.

Just as the few people stopped, a terrifying murderous intent suddenly appeared on the mountain in front of them, spreading instantly, and then a black beam of light shot up into the sky.

"Bang!" The next moment, a violent explosion sounded, and a black shadow appeared on the mountain peak, stepping on a huge rock in the distance.

Wu Feng was horrified and looked up. He saw the figure on the peak, hidden in a black air, as if it had no entity, which was very strange.

At the moment when the black shadow appeared, four ghost-faced people knelt down and said in unison: "Four ghosts of the underworld, welcome the ghost king!"

"Ghost king?" Wu Feng was stunned when he heard the four people's address. Then he was frightened and his face turned pale. He knelt down and said tremblingly: "Subordinate, subordinate Wu Feng, welcome the ghost king."

"Four ghosts, you retreat first." The black shadow spoke, the voice was cold and sobbing, intermittent, like a sigh from hell.

"Yes." The four ghosts of the underworld agreed, and the figure disappeared directly like a ghost.

Wu Feng knelt in the same place, not daring to look up.

The black shadow on the boulder flickered, and instantly appeared in front of Wu Feng, condensed into a human form, and said coldly: "Wu Feng, you stand up."

Wu Feng's heart trembled wildly, and he stood up tremblingly. Only then did he realize that there was a person standing in front of him.

He mustered up his courage and looked at this person, but he saw a pair of eyes as deep as black holes, releasing a chill that made people's backs chill.

He knew that the person in front of him was none other than the legendary Lingxuantian Pavilion's Pavilion Master, Ghost!

The Nether Ghost King is Ghost!

"Wu Feng, where are the Five Poison Blood Infants that this Pavilion Master wants?" Ghost said coldly, without any emotion.

When Wu Feng heard about the Five Poison Blood Infants, his heart trembled, his face turned pale, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, his knees softened, and he knelt down again: "Pavilion Master, spare my life, I didn't do my job well, and the Five Poison Blood Infants were taken away by someone."

"Hmm?" Ghost's voice suddenly sank, his face slightly cold, and asked: "Who took it away?"

One of the two Five Poison Blood Infants was used by Wu Feng to kill Huo Yuan, and the other was taken away by Nie Tian.

"Nie, Nie, Nie... Tian!" Feeling the cold pressure, Wu Feng uttered a name in a trembling voice.

"Nie-Tian!" The ghost's face turned cold, and his abyss-like pupils released a sharp murderous intent. In an instant, the murderous intent was revealed.

He had heard this name more than once.

Wanqi Rong, the deputy pavilion master of Lingxuantian Pavilion, died at the hands of Nie Tian.

"The four ghosts of the underworld!" The ghost's body trembled slightly, and Ling Ran shouted loudly.

"Subordinates are here!" Four mummified figures appeared in the void.

"Take back the five poisonous blood babies!" The ghost spoke grimly, and then his body turned into a ball of black air and disappeared in the air.

"Don't alarm others." The ghost's voice sounded again in the void, and then all the breath disappeared completely.