Among the ghost kings from all directions, Si Yuan is undoubtedly the most powerful one!
But Si Yuan has never been good at fighting. He sticks to the northern ghost realm and never interferes in the conflicts between other ghost realms and the underworld. He even rarely shows up. He is also the one with the lowest sense of presence among the four ghost kings.
Sang Fu never expected that he would actually come to the Southern Ghost Territory, "Si Yuan, my Southern Ghost Territory and your Northern Ghost Territory have always been on the same page..."
Si Yuan approached him, and the ghosts who wanted to sneak attack him were torn to pieces by the chaotic ice blades with just one look, and their souls were scattered!
He put his hand on the silver long bow again, and bent the bow string like a full moon. A silver arrow made of Yin Qi shot out of the air and pierced his wrist.
Sang Fu was in pain and let go of Shi Ling.
Black and White Wuchang was about to take advantage of the chaos and take Shi Ling away.
However, at this time, Si Yuan raised his palm, surrounded by black energy, and pulled Shi Ling to his side.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Shi Ling, whose face was red due to lack of oxygen in his arms. His cold fingertips gently touched the red marks on her neck, and then he looked at Sang Fu with a gaze as cold as the arctic winter.
The Yin Qi in his palm was strong, and the silver long bow turned into a Mo Dao.
"Damn it, Si Yuan, what are you going to do? I'm telling you, this is my territory in the ghost land of the south!!!"
Sang Fu's eyes widened when he saw Si Yuan holding Shi Ling in one hand and holding Mo Dao in the other, running very fast.
Si Yuan pursued him relentlessly and slashed at his neck with his sword.
Sang Fu's body and head were separated, and they ran away.
Even if he is already the Ghost King, beheading will not make him die, but it will still make him feel the pain of beheading.
After Sang Fu ran dozens of meters away, his body and head came together again. They still didn't fit together, so he turned his head around again with his hands.
After Sang straightened his head, he gritted his teeth and said, "Si Yuan, that woman is someone the underworld wants to protect. To the underworld, all of our ghost regions are rebels. Do you really want to help the underworld people deal with the alliance?" "
He glanced at Black and White Wuchang, who had broken free over there, and said, "Black and White Wuchang has already contacted King Yama. Don't let us fight to the death in the northern and southern ghost realms and let the underworld take advantage of us! There are also northern ghost realms, you If you don't sit back and suppress it, aren't you afraid that Hua Yinyi and Wen Yuzhu will steal your home?"
However, Sang Fu's words fell on deaf ears to Si Yuan.
He teleported to Sang Fu, raised his Mo Dao, and chopped off his head with another blow.
Experiencing the pain of beheading again, Sang Fu straightened his head and became furious: "Si Yuan, try beheading me again! You really think that I, the ghost king Sang Fu, is a vegetarian... ah!!!"
Sang Fu's head was cut off again.
All the ghosts in the Southern Ghost Domain were twitching, feeling deeply that the ghost king Siyuan was ferocious.
Even Black and White Wuchang was shocked. They didn't expect Si Yuan, the most peaceful northern ghost king, to be so powerful!I am afraid that even if King Yama takes action, he may not be able to prevail.
This time, he held his head and instantly moved away from the killing range of Si Yuan's Mo Dao. He didn't plan to put his head back on for the time being, and just stared at Si Yuan.
"Okay! Okay! I sincerely want to make peace with you, but you chop off my head again and again, and you will be fined if you don't drink the toast!"
The Yin Qi around Sang Fu's body was strong, and countless blood-red Bianhua flower petals appeared on the top of the red robe, carrying the Yin Qi and attacking Si Yuan.
The Yin Qi from both sides collided, and the surrounding ghosts were blown away by the air waves.
Black and White Wuchang looked worriedly at Shi Ling in Si Yuan's arms.
But fortunately, in the middle of the storm, Shi Ling was wrapped in Si Yuan's black robe and was not affected at all.
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