Leng Wuyou, who had done all this, took back his hand and nodded, with a look of satisfaction in his dark phoenix eyes.

The fire of Nirvana was like a maggot attached to the bone, clinging tightly to the ghost hand of the Demon King. No matter how he tried, he could not extinguish the fire. In the end, he had no choice but to turn his ghost energy into a blade.

He cut off his ghost claws forcefully.

Although the ghost claws he lost grew back again, his soul body was directly destroyed. Not only did he have to bear the pain of the soul body being torn apart, but he also had to bear the risk of reduced strength, which made him furious.

, with a ferocious look on his face.

Originally, he had a good idea. He pretended to be crazy, attracted the two people to come forward, and then killed them by surprise. However, he never thought that the surprise was indeed a surprise, but the person who was injured was himself.

But his plan turned out to be a wedding dress for others.

At this moment, the Daozhao Ghost King was extremely angry. Layers of ghost energy appeared behind him, and his eyes were covered by ghost energy.

With a wave of his hand, the ghost energy rising behind him turned into strands of thread and headed directly towards the ghosts standing there, trapped by the soul-destroying bell.

Those silk threads with ghostly energy were wrapped around the backs of the necks of the ghosts, and a black light appeared in the eyes of the ghosts standing there with dull eyes.

Their bodies moved stiffly, they all turned around and walked forward step by step.

The steps were very stiff, like puppets on strings, and the end of the strings was in the palm of the knife-saw ghost king.

The sword-saw ghost king stared angrily at Leng Wuyou and Jun Moyuan, and let out a sharp ghost roar from his mouth.

This ghost roar seemed to turn on some kind of switch. The ghosts who were walking forward stiffly suddenly suddenly moved faster and faster, until they finally turned into an afterimage in the air.

Surrounded by Leng Wuyou and Jun Moyuan.

Woohoo~

The whining and ghostly whistling sound was eerie, and from time to time it was accompanied by whimpering sounds, which were extremely shrill and full of resentment.

Hearing it in people's ears makes people's brains feel dizzy and at the same time, they feel infinite rage in their hearts.

The ghosts had wide open mouths with sharp teeth, and saliva was constantly dripping from their mouths. Both Leng Wuyou and Jun Moyuan looked disgusted.

These brats are not very strong. Leng Wuyou and Jun Moyuan stood there without any other reaction at all.

Until those ghosts came forward, there was no need for Leng Wuyou to take action. Jun Moyuan just raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and all the ghosts were trapped in their movements.

Each one of them was struggling in place, and the black demonic energy formed a chain, locking them all together, preventing them from getting close to the two of them.

Dao Zai Ghost King, who did not expect such a situation, couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

He unbelievingly pulled on the puppet silk threads in his hands that were made of ghost energy. Every time he pulled, the ghosts would continue to struggle, but no matter how hard they struggled, they could never escape the chains formed by the demonic energy.

How could this happen? You must know that his puppetry is different from ordinary puppetry. Once his puppetry is performed, the people, objects or souls who become his puppets will eventually have 50% of his strength.

Although his strength is a bit unstable, he can feel that his current strength is still at his peak, so it is not that he is too weak, but that the other party is too strong, even if there are hundreds of ghosts here who possess him

Even with half the strength, he still can't get close to the opponent.

The Dao Saw Ghost King felt a little frightened at this moment.

"Who are you?"

How can it be so strong?

Why would such a strong person come to these ten levels of hell?
Chapter completed!