[The 30th is about to start participating in the explosive update event. I will adjust my status in the past few days and prepare to explode. I will fight to the death.

Not to mention Meng Qi's visit to meet Meng Po, he said that with the end of the Huangquan Auction, the surrounding situation had undergone fundamental changes. The continuous stream of ghost messengers came from all over the place and appeared outside Chiyan City. They were already surrounded, and even a fly might not fly in. Chiyan City was shrouded in a layer of dark clouds. It seemed that they would be attacked by storms at any time.

At this moment, under the cover of the night, an inconspicuous paper man was carefully drifting with the wind, drilling into the Chiyan City from a narrow gap below the city gate, entering the city, and then he kept sneaking in the shadows. As long as there is any movement, he will immediately stop, land on the ground and on the roof, and it will be just a special place to stay where it is unattractive.

On the road, a monk saw the paper man falling on the ground, but he didn't care and glanced at it.

The key is that this paper man is still dirty and gray, which makes people feel disgusted when they look at him. How could he be willing to take a few more glances? It is only the size of a palm.

If you look closely, you will see that the two eyes pointed out on the paper man are constantly flashing with strange auras, and the light of wisdom appears. It is clearly wise, not dead.

"According to the news I heard from Huangquan Inn, the Red Robe Ghost King, the Red Robe Ghost King, has already inflicted public anger, and has caused a large number of ghost messengers to siege the entire Red Robe Ghost King. This time, the Red Robe Ghost King must be in danger. This time, I possessed myself to the paper man by possession. First, I will first find out the layout in the city and find the place where the Red Robe Ghost King hides the treasures. At that time, when the battle is fought, you can enter the treasures as soon as possible, take away all the treasures, and make a big fuss."

"I didn't get any good things in the tomb of the Pharaoh this time. If I could get the treasure from the Red Robe Ghost King, it would be considered to make up for the previous losses and even give me a great harvest."

This paper man is naturally a possession of a paper maker.

The treasure of a ghost king is an extremely attractive thing, and no one can ignore it.

"Tsk tsk, there are really many creatures in the underworld in Chiyan City, which are much more than Huangquan Inn." The papermaker was secretly excited in his heart. The more majestic the Red Flame City, the better. In this way, the possibility of possessing treasures is higher.

A piece of paper man floated aimlessly in the city.

In fact, the paper man's movement direction is always towards the area where the Lord's Mansion of Chiyan City is located. In order to keep it hidden, the movement speed is not fast. Of course, the paper man is patient with this.

Without disturbing anyone, he had appeared in the city lord's mansion.

The guards in the mansion naturally would not be wary of a piece of paper man. Not to mention not seeing it, even if they saw it, they would not pay too much attention.

"It's so big, but this place is too hot. Is there a fire vein under the city lord's mansion? The fire veins in the underworld all carry a kind of yin and cold air. Forget it, no matter what, let's find the treasure house first."

The papermaker waved his little arms and legs and wiped a handful of sweat that did not exist.

It was very difficult to quickly investigate in the city lord's mansion. Because of not being familiar with the environment, it was naturally extremely difficult to find the location of the treasure house. Before I knew it, I had already arrived at a quiet outdoor.

"What a blazing breath, not only is there Yin fire, but also a kind of fierce Yang fire. What's going on? How could Yang fire appear in the underworld?" The papermaker was secretly surprised and felt a little intense curious.

After looking around, I found that there was no guard, I carefully squeezed in through the crack in the door, exposed my eyes in the quiet room, and quickly glanced around. When I saw it, I almost jumped up on the spot.

In the quiet room, you can see that souls were imprisoned, standing in front of you, motionless. In the middle, a ghost cultivator in a red robe sat cross-legged, with black and white on his body, two flames intersecting, and in his chest, there was a continuous radiance of light. In the light, there seemed to be a black and white furnace running. In the furnace, black and white flames were constantly colliding. A small black and white flame appeared in the middle. In the flame, there was a qi of the most yin and yang changing.

"You ants can become the nourishment for me to become stronger. That is the blessing you have cultivated in your previous life. My true yin and yang fire is about to break through. As long as I condense the yin and yang divine fire, I can surround this underworld, so what if I am a army of ghosts? I really think that if I don't leave here, I will be surrounded by them and cannot escape. If I want to leave, I can leave at any time, but I don't need to leave at all. If I leave, there are so many living souls for me to swallow."

The red-robed ghost king sneered.

How could he not know about the outside world? If he doesn't escape, he naturally has a support. His biggest support is his own strong strength and confidence. Even if the army of ghost soldiers comes, he still can't do anything to him. And he can't leave.

Yin and Yang divine fire must devour the soul. Once it leaves, there is no supply of the soul, and the cultivation will inevitably be stranded. At the same time, it will also suffer a huge backlash. The flames in the body may be out of control at any time.

So, he didn't want to leave at all.

Now it is almost time to condense the yin and yang divine fire. Once you succeed, why not be afraid of thousands of troops?

"Come to me."

The red-robed ghost king sneered at the soul in front of him. When he opened his mouth, he emitted a powerful devouring force, and instantly swallowed dozens of souls in the quiet room and were sent into the Yin-Yang furnace inside his body.

These souls turned into fuel, instantly making the flames in the furnace burn more vigorously and more intensely. Even the flames themselves grew stronger and stronger. A deep intoxication appeared on the face of the Red-robed Ghost King, as if it was a supreme enjoyment. The feeling was perfect.

During this process, the Red Robe Ghost King did not notice that a piece of paper was quietly drilling out of the crack in the door and quickly hiding into a remote corner.

He stretched out his little hand and patted his chest, as if he was relieved.

He shouted in his heart: "It's so cruel, so cruel. That's a living soul. He actually swallows it as soon as he says it. Using the living soul as nourishment, what kind of magical power is being cultivated? The fusion of the ultimate yin and the ultimate yang is so terrible. This is definitely a top-notch magical power. If he really wants to practice successfully, wouldn't it be that the encirclement and suppression will be ineffective and even suffer heavy losses?"

He felt that he had discovered something extraordinary.

"No, I can't let the red-robed ghost king continue to devour the soul. Once I cultivate the great magical power, the harm caused is too great. The flames will have even more restraint on me. These souls are obviously forcibly detained from the world of the world. His magical power requires the soul and the ghosts in the world of the world to be transformed into nutrients, and the yin and yang balance can be achieved. If the souls are rescued, they may be able to stop him."

The paper maker quickly turned his thoughts in his mind.

At this moment, he felt that he had to do something. Even if he couldn't save it, he had to find out the specific information first and then pass it on to the ghost messenger outside.

What I thought in my heart was the same.

He did not leave immediately, but hid outside the quiet room where the Red Robe Ghost King was in seclusion, waiting quietly.

"The souls of the red robe have been used up. Go to the dungeon immediately and send another group of souls here." In the quiet room, the red-robed ghost king's command came.

"Yes, my king!!"

Nearby, a promise came.

A team of ghost troops appeared and walked quickly outside.

And when they walked through a dark corner, a piece of paper man had appeared silently on the back of a ghost army on the back. The sky was dark, and the paper man himself was inconspicuous and did not feel any strangeness at all.

The Ghost Army's goal is very clear and he heads straight towards the dungeon.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at the dungeon.

Take out the token, and the ghost army guarding the dungeon naturally opened the dungeon and let them walk in. When they went in, the guard locked the dungeon again, which was very cautious and did not give any chance to escape from the jail.

"Good guy, this is the dungeon, it is actually built underground, and so many souls have been captured. How many people did this Red-robed Ghost King kill? How many souls have he hooked up in the world?"

The papermaker looked around and was shocked. There were prison cells around him, and the people were imprisoned with dense souls.

When these living souls saw the ghost army appear, they were in an uproar. Most of them cursed, wishing they could eat their meat and drink their blood. All kinds of unpleasant words swept over like a tide. If all kinds of curses could be realized, these ghost army would have been cut into pieces long ago. Unfortunately, these verbal cannons have no effect on the ghost army.

Their hearts have long been like iron and stone.

Unceremoniously, he imprisoned a group of souls from a prison, forced out, and walked out of the dungeon.

After they left, the living souls in the dungeon returned to silence again, and their eyes were full of despair. Here, there was no difference from waiting for death. Maybe they would die in the next moment, or maybe they could live for a few more days, but this was meaningless and they would die sooner or later.

They already have no expectations of leaving here.

"Hey, it would be great if someone could come to save us."

"Stop dreaming, this is the underworld. We are all dead and we will never be able to return to the world again. I saw with my own eyes that my body was torn to pieces and I couldn't live even when I returned. What I most hope for now is to have the opportunity to reincarnate. Entering the cycle of reincarnation is better than completely scattering my soul."

In the prison, a famous soul was sighing.

This is hopeless.

“Hope, hope.”

At this moment, a voice rang out of thin air.

It seems a little abrupt in the dungeon.

There is no ghost army in the dungeon, only imprisoned ghosts. This sound is not made by the soul, nor is it made by the evil ghost. This makes all souls tremble, and they quickly look around and start looking for it.
Chapter completed!