Chapter 60 is very simple, I just prove my truth through killing! "and many more!" "It's not fair. How can you, an A-level Ghost God, have the nerve to fight a B-level Ghost God with all your strength?" "How about this, I'll lower your realm, that way it'll be fair!" Jiangnan looked at Hei Wuchang and said with a smile. Also because of Jiangnan's appearance, Fan Wushe was stunned and stopped accumulating energy for self-destruction. When Hei Wuchang heard this, he looked confused. How does this lower your realm? Is there any magic weapon for this? But no matter how he looked at it, the sneer on Jiangnan's face made him shudder. It seems like nothing good will happen! "It's simple. I just need to beat you until you fall from a certain realm!"
The taste of Jiangnan is neither salty nor bland. When Hei Wuchang heard this, he was stunned. Isn't this just making fun of him? On purpose, right? We have to let Fan Wushe win no matter what, right? Is this still unreasonable?! Hei Wuchang couldn't help but get angry when he thought of this: "Senior, are you going to regret this?!" "What do you mean by regret? Did I ever say I would let you go?" Jiangnan was instantly unhappy and asked. Heiwuchang frowned. I really didn't say that Immediately afterwards, Jiangnan didn't give Hei Wuchang any chance to react and slapped him on the crown of his head. "You seemed disrespectful to me just now, take my slap first!" Hearing this, Hei Wuchang was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, a huge force suddenly hit him on the head. boom! A deep pit the size of a palm print suddenly appeared at the place where Hei Wuchang was previously. For a moment, all the monsters present were stunned. So cruel? If you don't agree with something, just slap me! Playing with him like this is much more cruel than killing him directly! Torturing to death! "Senior, spare my life, I have never disrespected you!" Hei Wuchang knelt in the pit, covered in blood, and forced himself to kowtow while enduring the severe pain. "I'll make your fight fair. Any problem?" "no problem." "That's it. If you had said this earlier, I wouldn't have been so harsh."
Jiangnan glanced at Hei Wuchang in the pit indifferently, and his breath was already very weak. There is no longer any ability to resist. "You guys continue. Now I promise I won't do anything again." Jiangnan chuckled. Fan Wushe came to his senses at this time, bowed to Jiangnan, then walked into the deep pit and grabbed Hei Wuchang. "No you can't kill me." "I am the underworld's evil messenger. If you kill me, you will also be haunted by karma." "I am your grandson. I am willing to work for you. Please spare me!" Hei Wuchang spoke with difficulty, his face full of fear and regret. He has been practicing for tens of thousands of years and doesn't want to die at all. He is willing to do anything as long as he can survive. Fan Wushe: "It's too late. When you wanted to kill Mr. Jiangnan, you should have been prepared to die!" Hei Wuchang's pupils shrank rapidly: "Aren't you afraid of being haunted by karma?" Fan Wushe sneered: "It's very simple. I will just learn from Master Jiangnan and prove my truth through killing!" The words fell. He instantly crushed the weak Black Impermanence to death. At this moment, Fan Wushe finally let it go. The Long Tongue Tribe has been in decline for tens of thousands of years. It’s all because Hei Wuchang took all the resources for himself. After being promoted to the God of Ghost, he never helped the Long-Tongue Ghost Clan. As an ancestor, he is not even half as good as Uncle Jiangnan! When Fan Wushe thought of this, he bowed to Jiangnan and said: "I'm sorry for causing trouble to Master Jiangnan. I'm wrong!" Jiangnan waved his hand: "It's okay, don't think about self-destruction next time, your Guidan is still in my hand, it would be bad if it exploded on me." Upon hearing this, Fan Wushe coughed twice. He had indeed forgotten about it. Guidan and Ligui are originally one and the same. If he destructs himself, Guidan will also destruct as well. Jiangnan looked at the spirits of the evil spirits that were escaping in the air. Some of them had already fled thousands of miles away. He smiled slightly: "Stupid, can you escape?" Jiangnan waved his hand, and the terrifying devouring force surged in all directions.
In a flash, souls one by one fell into his hands. Tens of thousands of evil spirits were horrified, totally unable to understand why a creature from the lower world could possess so many magical powers. Jiangnan didn't even look at the soul in his hand, and threw it directly into the Blood-Drinking Sword for refining. At the same time, a system prompt sounded in his ears. [Congratulations to the host for completing the mission! 】 [Rewards: The Blood-Drinking Sword and the Human Emperor Sword are upgraded to the best innate spiritual treasures, the sword power is increased by 100%, and the realm is increased by one million years! ] As the rewards were distributed, the quality of the two swords suddenly improved. After feeling the energy pouring into his body, Jiangnan looked at the sweet potatoes on the city wall and said: "Write down the name of King Chu Jiang. When I go to the underworld again, it will be the time when he dies!" Sweet potato nodded when he heard this. She turned around and smiled at Jiu Yue beside her: "See? I am far superior to you in understanding the Master." Jiu Yue hummed softly, "I will crawl into my master's bed at night." Sweet potato gnashed his teeth: "You dare!" "I dare you to come to my bed at night wearing black stockings and let me play with your feet, and I won't go looking for my master." September hummed, and the softness in her chest bounced. "Don't even think about it!" Hongshu was too lazy to pay attention to this pervert and stretched out his long white legs to distance himself from her. at the same time. Jiangnan looked up at the void in the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly. Sensing the murderous intent in him, Fan Wushe next to him was somewhat puzzled: "Uncle Jiangnan, what's wrong?" Although I haven’t been with Jiangnan as long as Hongshu, But he could also feel that someone was about to die again! "It's just a small matter. Some ants just came together." Jiangnan said lightly. Fan Wushe was stunned. Only Mr. Jiangnan would dare to say this. I just don't know who else will be so blind as to rush forward and die.
Jiangnan looked into the depths of the void and said slowly: "All you ants, whose tricksters are you?" "Why don't you show yourself? I can already smell the greed on you!" As soon as these words came out. The sweet potato on the city wall blinked in confusion. The taste of greed? What does greed taste like? The master can even smell this? at this time. There were waves coming from the void above the sky. The next moment, one strange god after another slowly walked out of the void. In just a moment, the sky was filled with strange gods, blocking out the sun and a huge shadow enveloped the strange world. When Hongshu saw this scene, he almost suffered from trypophobia. There are so many strange gods in the sky that a simple sense would reveal that their number has exceeded 100 million! Suddenly, a ray of Buddhist light streaked across the sky, and countless evil gods avoided it with fear on their faces. This ray of Buddhist light landed steadily in the front. The light faded, and a sturdy man with a scar on his forehead and wearing monk's robes appeared. He looked at Jiangnan calmly: "Donor, you have slaughtered billions of lives in the strange world and killed tens of thousands of strange officials. Your sins are grave, and you deserve to be saved by me!" The sturdy man took a step forward, and the Buddhist light rippled like water, accompanied by a faint S-level divine pressure. moment. The group of Li Gui who followed Jiangnan felt a huge force descending from the sky and almost fell to the ground. "The Buddhist bald donkey is here too. Tell me who your master is?" Jiangnan was surrounded by the sword intent of a saint and was not affected by the Brahma light at all. He looked at the burly man and spoke slowly. When they heard the word "bald donkey", the faces of the strange gods in the sky paused. Buddhist monks have always hated to hear these two words! Are these creatures eager to die? as predicted. Veins bulged on the sturdy man's head and the scar on his forehead began to wriggle, making him look hideous and terrifying! "You deserve to die at my hands!" Endless murderous intent spread along with his voice! (End of this chapter)
