As Zhang Xiaofeng got closer, he realized that all the ghosts were really targeting him. Now Zhang Xiaofeng had to admire that these eighteen levels of hell were really not built. Not to mention other things, just the speed and efficiency of arresting people.

, is enough to shock people.

But even so, Zhang Xiaofeng had no choice but to bite the bullet and face the army that was coming to pick up the ghosts. In Zhang Xiaofeng's view, perhaps there would be an even more powerful existence waiting for him in the Prison King Tower of Iron Tree Hell.

.But how 'high' the masters of these eighteen levels of hell will be, this is obviously what Zhang Xiaofeng should consider at this moment.

When the ghost army saw Zhang Xiaofeng, their speed became obviously faster. They also shouted loudly: "That's that guy, hurry up and catch him with your own hands. The prison king said that whoever catches him will get a lot of money."

Reward.”

When Zhang Xiaofeng heard this, he really couldn't help but smile. If he really catches himself, what reward will he get? And how rich will it be?

At this time, Zhang Xiaofeng was standing on a desolate flat land, alone, facing the densely packed ghost troupe a mile ahead. Just this shocking posture made Zhang Xiaofeng feel guilty.

"Damn, there are so many. Forget it, this is what happened, let's fight!" Zhang Xiaofeng underestimated, and then calculated the opponent's strength. Although the number of ghost soldiers sent to capture him was extremely large, the opponent obviously underestimated it.

With his own strength, Zhang Xiaofeng also wanted to give up and fight at this moment. After all, in these eighteen levels of hell, it seems that every time he kills a ghost, his soul power will increase.

If all these evil ghost legions were wiped out, Zhang Xiaofeng could not imagine how much strength he would gain. Based on this, Zhang Xiaofeng continued to cheer himself up to increase his confidence.

Therefore, after Zhang Xiaofeng finished speaking, a four-color sharp sword appeared in each of his hands, and his whole body was filled with monstrous demonic energy, and he rushed towards the large group faster than the Yin Ghost Legion.

"If you want to catch me now, you should know what the price will be, and whoever stands in my way will die." Zhang Xiaofeng shouted loudly, and the figure rushed towards the ghost closest to him, without any defense at all.

In shock, the four-colored sword had already penetrated the opponent's armor.

Perhaps the death of just one ghost would not cause any trouble. Therefore, the morale of the ghosts remained undiminished, and their blood was still surging around Zhang Xiaofeng.

"Don't force me to go on a killing spree!" Zhang Xiaofeng pulled out the sharp sword from the Yin ghosts who had been killed by his sword before, and stared at all the Yin ghosts around him with red eyes.

However, all the ghost soldiers seemed to ignore Zhang Xiaofeng at all, waving their weapons and attacking Zhang Xiaofeng mechanically.

"Oh, ghosts can't understand human words. Since they are just thinking, I will save you." Zhang Xiaofeng sighed helplessly, and then several strands of four-color light appeared on his body again, and he controlled it with the four souls.

, at this time, Zhang Xiaofeng was like a man with five heads and ten arms, sweeping away like a storm towards the Yin ghost soldiers who were surrounding him.

Now Zhang Xiaofeng is no longer as simple as killing alone. After a storm, a large number of soul corpses were left behind. Before these soul corpses could scream, they suddenly turned into dust and disappeared into the world.

Maybe someone's death stimulated the evil thoughts of all the ghost soldiers, so the whole battlefield seemed to become more passionate.

"Damn! You are really not afraid of death, huh! Then don't blame me for going on a killing spree." Zhang Xiaofeng was extremely puzzled when he saw this. These ghost soldiers obviously don't know their true strength, and now they are like cannon fodder.

, attacking him without caring about life or death. Zhang Xiaofeng really doubted whether this hell ghost still had a clear soul and brain.

But thinking so, Zhang Xiaofeng did not hesitate at this moment. As the number of people gathered, Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly jumped and flew into the sky, and his whole body turned into a fiery red ball. In this dark gray sky and earth, it seemed that

A burning red sun. It was just such a scene. Although it was very enjoyable to watch, the next moment, the burning red sun suddenly started to rotate rapidly, and then countless flames shot out from the red sun. The scene at this moment

It's like red rain falling under the sun.

"ah……"

Within the area covered by the fire rain, all the ghost soldiers contaminated by the fire rain suddenly screamed, and some of them turned into a wisp of smoke before they could scream, and they were isolated from the world.

Zhang Xiaofeng rarely had large-scale attack techniques in the past, but now the fire rain technique he learned from the fire rain purgatory really came in handy on this battlefield.

Death is inevitable, but what Zhang Xiaofeng still can't believe at this moment is that the ghost soldiers behind him continue to attack him as if they haven't seen such a horrific scene.

"Hey! Do you want to die? Then I will help you." Zhang Xiaofeng was also killing like crazy at this moment. Seeing all the evil ghosts entering the group, they seemed to be endless, so Zhang Xiaofeng no longer had any mercy, and his whole body suddenly flew out.

The three clone souls, side by side with Zhang Xiaofeng, headed towards the Yin Ghost Army.

Wherever he passed, he was either instantly killed by Zhang Xiaofeng, or was swept away by fire, rain, ice, and flying sand and rocks. Now Zhang Xiaofeng was really like the devil in the nine heavens, killing with unrivaled power.

Far away in the tower of Iron Tree Hell, the Third Hell King was looking at the scene in the teleportation array, his eyes almost fell out, and his legs were already trembling.

"Is this...is this still the ghost of hell?" The third prison king said to himself in a tongue-tied manner.

The scene that the Third Prison King saw now was exactly the fierce scene where Zhang Xiaofeng defeated ten thousand legions with one person. It really looked like Zhang Xiaofeng was massacring him at this moment. How could he not be shocked? After all, the power of the legions gathered this time came from ten people.

There are eight levels of hell, and there are many elites among them, but now in front of that guy, he is simply worse than an ant.

As Zhang Xiaofeng's massacre gradually approached the Prison King Tower, the Third Prison King also felt a great panic at this moment. With the strength gathered now, it was obviously difficult to deal with this Xiaofeng. And judging from the fighting posture, the more he fought, the more courageous he became.

Crazy and successful siege is obviously a matter of course.

"Damn! The Fourteenth Hell King, you have harmed me by throwing such a demon into my Iron Tree Hell." The Third Hell King couldn't help complaining.

However, after saying this, the Third Prison King suddenly produced seventeen communication beads from the palm of his hand, and threw them into the legendary formation without any hesitation. It is not difficult to guess that the Third Prison King must have sent a signal to ask for help.

Other prison kings should be cautious in dealing with such a demon.

"Hahaha, it's refreshing, it's refreshing!" Zhang Xiaofeng was extremely excited at the moment. Now Zhang Xiaofeng finally understood why the Evil Lord would get inexplicably excited every time he became bloodthirsty. The reason why he became more courageous as he fought now was completely because

Every time he kills a Yin Ghost Soldier, his soul becomes more powerful. All the Yin Ghost Soldiers are like his own tonic. The more he kills, the more he gets. Why not make Zhang Xiaofeng excited?

And once the power of the soul increases, Zhang Xiaofeng becomes even more powerful, and the speed of the slaughter seems to double. Everywhere he passes, there is a mess. It's just that this ghost soldier has no body, otherwise Zhang Xiaofeng will definitely see the corpses.

Scenes of rivers of blood flowing all over the fields.

When Zhang Xiaofeng approached the Prison King Tower, the nearly 5,000 ghost army standing in front of Zhang Xiaofeng surrounded the Prison King Tower. Their posture was obviously not comparable to the cannon fodder behind him, and their strength was much higher. And every time

The man is wearing silver armor. From the quality point of view, the grade of this silver armor is definitely not low, and the defensive ability is definitely very good.

What Zhang Xiaofeng didn't know was that this silver armored legion was the middle force of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, and was called the Silver Armored Ghost General. The strength of each ghost general was almost a thousand times higher than that of ordinary ghosts.

In the past, it was the core force that ruled the eighteen levels of hell. Each level of hell was guarded by five thousand silver-armored ghost generals. Obviously, they would not move easily unless necessary.

Now Zhang Xiaofeng has already arrived at the city, and the distress signal sent by the Third Prison King has not yet received a reply, so he has no choice but to call out his five thousand silver-armored ghost generals to delay Zhang Xiaofeng's time.

In fact, considering Zhang Xiaofeng's terrifying posture and unrivaled terrifying strength before, the Third Prison King did not expect these silver-armored ghost generals to be able to kill Zhang Xiaofeng. He just hoped that it could be delayed for a while so that the other Prison Kings could kill him in time.

Come and help.

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes were red, and the monstrous demonic energy surged again. He roared and shouted at the silver armored army. As soon as the voice came out, it seemed to shake the heaven and the earth, turning into a sound wave and transmitting rapidly.

"roar!"

The five thousand silver-armored ghost generals roared loudly, drowning out Zhang Xiaofeng's roaring roar. Then, as if they had already trained their formation, they raised their spears high and headed towards Zhang Xiaofeng.

"Hmph! Don't think that just because you are wearing a pair of silver armor, you can go anywhere. Now that you are like cockroaches, go to hell!" Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't help but stare at all the silver armors with extreme indifference.

The ghost general immediately shouted loudly and rushed towards the silver-armored ghost general.

When Zhang Xiaofeng rushed into the team, he used the tricks he had been using before, hoping to get rid of the ants blocking his way as soon as possible. However, Zhang Xiaofeng discovered differently that his soul attack tricks were different among the silver armor legions.

It seems to have lost its effect. When it hits the opponent, the opponent actually doesn't suffer any damage at all.

"Damn, this armor is really valuable!" Although Zhang Xiaofeng was so contemptuous, his eyes kept examining the armor. In its current form, this silver armor seems to be able to restrain the soul.

Attack, all your attack techniques will lose their effect.
Chapter completed!