"Go! Go! You''re dead! What are you looking at!"

    "If you don''t go, you will be killed!"

    "Have you seen enough?"

    In the turbid space, there is a winding path, flanked by cliffs full of unknown blood red flowers.

    A strange team came up, with a few exceptions.

    Almost all of them were dressed in gray prison clothes and walked aimlessly with heavy gray chains on their limbs.

    Behind them were ferocious figures in twos and threes.

    The appearance of these figures is very strange, including ox head and horse face.

    At the moment, while drinking and scolding, he waved the red iron whip on his hand and pulled it on the people in white prison clothes.

    Every time this whip hits a person, a big crack will appear on the person''s body, and then the whole person will be beaten out of his mind.

    When the prisoners in front saw this scene, they dared to be angry one after another, and could only succumb to the obscene power of these ghosts.

    you ''re right.

    This is the hell!

    And these people are some long dead souls.

    But they are not the souls of ordinary people.

    Before the death of these prisoners, each of them was an existence against the sky.

    If any one of these people is chosen before they die, it is the existence of the six ways in their life.

    But unfortunately, they are dead now.

    Or to put it another way, they were all cut off by people with great magic power, scattered the yuan God, and became mortals.

    No matter how brilliant their life was, now they can only be driven by these ghosts.

    "Ow! How dare you beat me? Little ghost, do you know that I was a demon from the East. Believe it or not, I can eat you in one bite! Ow!"

    "Don''t talk nonsense, you''re dead! If you waste time here again, believe it or not, the ghost will blow you out of your wits with a whip?"

    A ghost in a black robe saw that another person who thought he was outstanding jumped out of the crowd. At this time, he also raised his iron whip with ridicule.

    And the soul who claimed to be the Demon Lord from the East could only scold the ghost in his heart at this time, and then shrink back from the crowd.

    After all, although he was proud, he was not really afraid of death.

    Before, he saw the ghost with his own eyes. He was almost whipped. A powerful soul that was several times more powerful than him was also beaten to death.

    Looking at the demon Zun who was a demon before his death, the ghost also nodded with satisfaction.

    At the time of self expansion, suddenly, there was another commotion behind the team.

    An ox head ghost turned back when he heard the sound. He was about to swear, but as soon as he saw the appearance of the comer, he couldn''t help shivering in his heart, and then his mouth closed tightly.

    This murderer.

    Dead, too?

    The ox head ghost was sweating all over and had such an idea in his heart.

    In the name of hell, they went to the battlefield of ancient fairyland to collect the souls of immortals, but they didn''t expect to see the soul of the murderer this time.

    He was dressed in a white robe and looked gentle.

    But at this time, both ghost and death row prisoners were full of fear for him, and did not really regard him as a gentle man.

    Because almost everyone here knows the white robed man.

    At the same time, their hearts, the person''s appearance.

    It''s just engraved on their hearts like a knife!

    Not for anything else, it is because this person is the source of so many ancient immortals who died when the ancient fairy battlefield was opened.

    How many immortals did the murderer kill these years? I can''t even count the ghosts who have been here to attract souls.

    I only know that if this figure is told, I''m afraid it will scare many people to death.

    Tens of thousands of years ago, the murderer suddenly rose in the air, slaughtered the immortals in the fairy world, and triggered the battlefield in the fairy world.

    This war lasted for tens of thousands of years. It is roughly estimated that tens of millions of ancient immortals swept into this war, and there are countless dead.

    No one knows the origin of the murderer or why he likes killing so much. Everything about the murderer seems to be a mystery.

    But even these ghosts didn''t expect that the murderer died.

    Does it mean that the immortal world war that lasted for tens of thousands of years is officially over?

    A Tauren thought so.

    However, at this time, the Tauren ghost was still immersed in his own world and didn''t react at all. At this time, the murderer who provoked the fairy world war in his mouth had come to him.

    When he reacted, he just looked at the man in front of him. There was a layer of sweat on the ox head ghost''s forehead in an instant.

    "Get out."

    The murderer opened his mouth slowly, and his face seemed to have no expression. Even in his eyes, it was full of cold color.

    The Tauren ghost was shocked by the speech. He was just about to flinch away, but the next moment he thought of a problem.

    No!

    Now the murderer is dead.

    No matter how powerful it was in life, after death, even if you have thousands of spells, they are useless in this hell.

    Here, you still need to be afraid of him?

    At the thought of this, the Tauren ghost difference immediately felt a strong back in his heart, as if he had figured out something: "Gu Zhun, don''t forget, now you are dead, just a soul. If you stood in front of me before your life, the ghost difference might be scared to soften his legs, but who made you dead? What waves can you turn over now?"

    The ghost sent said, and immediately the iron whip in his hand was raised. The momentum was to give the murderer a threat.

    At the same time, the Tauren was still thinking happily in his heart.

    Today, if I can beat the murderer, I''m afraid it''s enough capital for him to blow for tens of thousands of years after I go back.

    After all, this cruel man who slaughtered countless immortals with both hands before his death.

    Gu Zhun''s eyes were cold at this time, looking at another tired little ghost in front of him.

    Along the way, this is already the fortieth. Why does everyone think they have no resistance after they die and want to step on their own position?

    Gu Zhun murmured in his heart, did he not kill enough before he died?

    It seems that some people still don''t understand their iron and blood means.

    How do these people think they died?

    If the goal is not achieved, I have to explode the immortal body for some reasons.

    Who can really kill himself in the ancient fairyland and those wine bags?

    Gu Zhun slightly moved his eyelids, understated and stretched out a hand, just like strangling a chicken''s neck, strangled the bull headed ghost and lifted it into the air.

    "I really think you can shit on the head of this seat when I die? Leave you a dog life and take this seat to the six samsara!"

    Gu Zhun sneered. The ox head ghost was still waving a whip just now. Unexpectedly, the murderer just picked himself up in an instant.

    It was like beating a son, which completely frightened the Tauren.

    Originally, the iron whip specially made by the underground government to deal with these ghosts lost its effect when facing the murderer.

    The Tauren was scared to death. He didn''t dare to say anything more. Gu Zhun immediately pinched his neck and ordered his head like a chicken pecking rice. He could hardly wait to break his head.

    This murderous man is so cruel even after he died.

    Looking at Gu Zhun''s understatement, he walked away with a ghost who had just been domineering. Behind him, many people couldn''t help sighing in their hearts, and immediately felt infinite emotion.