Chapter 2129: Return of the King of Face Slapping (10)

The torture that Wu Jiu and the counterfeit spirit master endured was unimaginable to ordinary people. Looking at their distorted faces under the pain, the soul-slaying sword on the side was completely stunned. At this moment, despair and fear spread all over its body , the previous words of defection were like a reminder sticking to its body.

"Evil Emperor, spare your life! Evil Emperor, spare your life!" Soul Slashing Sword couldn't kneel down, and could only fall the entire blade on the ground, its body could be faintly seen trembling constantly, and the begging words echoed in the hall along with Wu Jiu's wailing.

However, Jun Wuyao has never looked at Zhanhunjian from the beginning to the end, as if a look is a huge waste for it.

"I'll leave this idiot to you." Jun Wuyao looked sideways at the spirit master.

The spirit master immediately knelt down on one knee, bowed his head reverently and said, "Thank you Emperor Xie for your help, the ghost world will always serve you sincerely."

After experiencing all this, the spirit master finally understood that there is no harm in being loyal to Jun Wuyao. Jun Wuyao was never a cruel tyrant. They will be instructed to do anything that violates the principles of morality and heaven.

When Jun Wuyao unified the three realms of China, except for beating them one by one at the beginning, he never attacked them again, nor would he interfere with any of their behaviors. Everything was as peaceful as before he appeared.

Jun Wuyao has no interest in the spirit lord's sincerity, if it weren't for Jun Wuxie, he wouldn't bother to meddle in the ghost world.

Forget about the sincerity of the spirit master, Jun Wuyao stretched out his hand and pulled Jun Wuxie into his arms. Compared with the previous coldness, there was a smile on his face at this moment.

"Little Xie'er, how do you want them to die?" Jun Wuyao said with a smile, probably only he is qualified to say such crazy words.

"Whatever." Jun Wuxie looked at Wu Jiu and the fake spirit master calmly, letting them live in the ghost world for a second longer would make people feel sick.

"Little Xie'er, you're still so kind." Jun Wuyao chuckled and raised his hand abruptly. The black mist wrapped around the necks of Wu Jiu and the fake spirit master suddenly penetrated into their bodies. Their bodies were covered by countless black blood lines at a speed visible to the naked eye. Those raised blood lines buried under their skin, swelled up, twisted and twisted to every part of their bodies.

The moment black blood lines covered every part of their body, the blood lines burst in an instant!

The black mist drifted into the hall, but there was no trace of Wu Jiu and the impostor.

The two culprits who have troubled the ghost world for a hundred years were killed so casually by Jun Wuyao...

It wasn't until the black mist gradually dissipated that Yanlong and Poison Ivy slowly came back to their senses after they were stunned in the hall. Their eyes swept across the hall, as if they wanted to find some Wu Jiu and fake spirits. Traces of the Lord's death.

However, no matter how hard they searched, there was no trace left behind.

Under Jun Wuyao's hands, Wu Jiu and the fake spirit master's death was so understatement, it was really as simple as crushing two ants to death!

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have believed that the evil emperor who once terrified the ghost world would actually become a benefactor to save the ghost world?

Yan Long and Poison Ivy looked at each other, they both saw shock and admiration in each other's eyes...