467 The King of Hell

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"Are you talking about that handsome and unruly young man? It was our Highness King Yama who took him away!"

The white ghost ambassador stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, "It's his honor to be taken away!"

"Because our great Highness Hades has taken a fancy to him."

Han Ye's pupils shrank suddenly, and a sense of suffocation permeated his body: "What did you say... What?!"

The nigger sneered, "Why are you making such a fuss? It's a great honor to be seen by our King of Hell. Besides, what's the use even if you're in a hurry? The King of Hell has already taken him away for half an hour."

"I'm afraid the things that should be done have already been done, hahaha..."

"I killed you—!!" Han Ye's figure swayed, and he clearly did not have a sword in his hand, but he slashed down into the air.

But let the black and white ghost make a big change in the face, screaming back.

Both of them have innate cultivation bases, and the exercises they practiced are of the same origin.

In cooperation with each other, it can exert four times and five times the power.

Ordinarily, even high-level people innately have to kneel down obediently in front of them.

The two thought that dealing with a cold night was just a matter of grasping.

Unexpectedly, after a few fights.

But they felt the great fear of their lives being threatened.

A quarter of an hour later.

Han Ye clasped the black ghost messenger's neck with one hand, while the long sword in the other hand pressed against the white ghost messenger's heart.

His eyes were as cold and stern as hell Shura.

It was completely different from his usual hippie smile.

"Tell me, where is Yingmei? How did you attack him? With his abilities, how could you stop him, your bastard hell?!"

At this time, the cold night has gradually calmed down.

Even if the Hell King's cultivation base in the ghost city must be very high, who is Yingmei?

He is an immortal from the Cultivation Continent, and a leader in the extreme realm that people look up to.

How could he be restrained by the calculations of the King of Hell in a mere martial arts continent?

"Our Hades can do anything!" the nigger said loudly, "As long as our Hades want, we have never gotten it."

"That's right, in the Yanwu Continent, we Wangjiang City's Yanwang Xuanji's name is even bigger than the Ghost Emperor!"

Han Ye's movements suddenly stopped, and a shocked look appeared on his face: "Xuan Ji?!"

"Yes, it is our great Yan Wang Xuanji!"

"That shadow ghost has fallen into the hands of our King of Hell, and it is absolutely impossible to get out of his body! Hahaha, but, isn't this his creation? Maybe, he is already infatuated with our King of Hell at this moment... "

The veins in Han Ye's hand holding the sword burst out.

Xuanji? Wangjiang City King Yan is actually Xuanji?

Is it the Xuanji he knew?

If it was Xuan Ji, that little shadow fell on his hand...

Han Ye's hands began to tremble slightly, and the fear and eagerness in his eyes almost overflowed.

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When Yingmei woke up, she only felt that she had no energy at all.

She wants to run the spiritual power in her body, but it seems that all the spiritual power seems to be emptied.

She frowned, turned and looked around, only to find that this was an unfamiliar stone room.

She was certain that she had never been here before.

what happened? She was clearly choosing the herbs that Miss Jun wanted.

But suddenly I felt dizzy and then lost consciousness.

But how is this possible?

The drugs on the Yanwu Continent, it stands to reason, would not work for her.

Yingmei struggled to get up, but after moving for a long time, she couldn't even lift her hands.

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