"hehe."
The owner of the Death God's Tomb smiled. He suddenly lowered his head and looked at the crowd below. There, there was a group of enchanting women, who were the relatives of the Ghost King of Mori Ming.
The abandoned place is a place of imprisonment. The owner of the restricted area is the most supreme being in this world and has nowhere to leave. All he can do on a daily basis is naturally to have fun.
Among them, the Ghost King Senming is one of the best, with nearly a hundred women to his name.
This group of enchanting women are the women of the Ghost King Sen Ming. Among them, there are high and low cultivation levels, but the high ones are just the first level of transcendence, so they cannot be considered very strong.
In front of this group of women, there is a group of men and women whose vitality is younger than these enchanting women, and they all have a hint of the ghost king's breath in their bodies.
"These should be all the children of the Senming Ghost King, right?"
An invisible force brought these people to the owner of Death's Tomb. These people looked horrified and struggled violently.
"Master Death Tomb Master, please let my son go."
Below, among the group of enchanting women, someone screamed in fear.
"Noisy."
The words fell.
boom!
The person who spoke exploded on the spot and instantly turned into a pile of blood, with no bones left.
There was silence on the field, the crowd was terrified, and no one dared to speak anymore.
The owner of the Death Tomb looked indifferently at the group of children of the Mori Ming Ghost King in front of him, and said calmly: "You are all the children of the Mori Ming Ghost King. Do you know his traces?"
"Master Death's Tomb, I don't know."
"We really don't know."
The crowd cried bitterly and shouted in fear and trembling.
The sound of crying was so shrill that it sounded like purgatory on earth.
There is no way not to be afraid. In front of a strong person like the Death God's Tomb Master, they who were once so majestic are really like ants.
On the side, neither Ghost General Kui Kui nor Young Master Ming He dared to move or speak, because they all knew that in front of the madman, the Tomb Master of Death, whoever moved would die.
"I don't know?" The owner of the Death God's Tomb smiled, but when the smile fell into the eyes of the Ghost King, it looked like a devil.
The group of children cried in fear and nodded, "I really don't know."
"If you don't know, then what use do you have?"
The owner of the Death God's Tomb snorted coldly and squeezed it gently with his palm.
puff!
Immediately, the body of the leading Senming ghost prince exploded, and her soul was shattered on the spot.
"ah!"
The voice of fear instantly echoed in the Ghost King's Palace.
In the void, blood fell drop by drop, dyeing the ground of the Ghost King's Palace red.
"What about you?" The owner of Death's Tomb looked at the others again.
"Spare your life, Lord Death Tomb Master, spare your life."
"Please Lord Death, Lord of the Tomb, please let me go."
"We really don't know where our father is. Please forgive me."
A group of people cried and said in horror.
"Haha, if you don't reveal his traces today, you will all die."
The words fell.
The palms of the owner of Death's Tomb tightened little by little, and an invisible force in the void instantly enveloped everyone.
"ah!"
Everyone's bodies were directly twisted and cracked bit by bit.
Puff puff!
Under the confinement of the Death God's Tomb Master, the bodies of the many children of the Mori Ming Ghost King were twisted, and they exploded one after another. Their shrill screams were like purgatory on earth.
Some of these children were even loved by the Ghost King of Mori and had the soul consciousness of the Ghost King in their bodies. However, even if they were killed, the spirit of the Ghost King never came.
"Brother, save... us."
"Master Chu Kui Ghost General, save us..."
Before they died, this group of people looked at Ming He and the ghost general Chu Kui in horror and despair, but Ming He lowered his head and did not even look at these half-brothers and sisters.
When disaster strikes, they all fly away, and he doesn't dare to step forward at all.
At this time, the ghost general Yu Kui looked ugly and couldn't help but step forward and said: "Master of the Tomb of the God of Death..."
"Um?"
The owner of the Death God's Tomb suddenly turned his head, and a terrifying pressure suddenly fell on the ghost general Chu Kui.
boom!
The aura of death was boiling, and Kui Kui ghost spurted out a mouthful of blood without fully speaking his words. His body split open on the spot, and countless blood spattered out from his whole body, almost breaking into pieces.
His usually powerful peak power of all things and gods was unable to resist the power of the Death God's Tomb Master at this time. He looked up at the Death God's Tomb Master in horror.
"Do you have the right to speak here?"
The owner of the Death Tomb gave him a cold look: "Don't worry, it will be your turn, don't worry."
How can the owner of Death's Tomb be willing to not find the Ghost King of Mori Ming? Even if the Ghost King's Palace is destroyed, he will not hesitate.
The ghost general Chu Kui trembled all over, feeling desperate and daring not to move at all.
The owner of the Death Tomb turned to look at the relatives of the many ghost kings in the forest, with a cruel smile on his lips: "It seems that the ghost king you most admire has given up on you and left you to die without any news."
His eyes were indifferent, and finally he set his eyes on Ming He.
"I don't know if I kill his favorite son, will the Ghost King of Mori Ming appear?"
Ming He was shocked all over.
A terrifying breath of death instantly enveloped him.
"No!"
"Lord, Lord Death's Tomb, have mercy on me."
Young Master Ming He's body trembled and he hurriedly said in horror. Wisps of death power seeped into his body. His body suddenly made tearing sounds, and blood spurted out bit by bit.
He suddenly said in horror: "Master, the owner of the Tomb of the God of Death, I am willing to surrender to you and serve you as a dog and horse. From now on, I will become your dog. I just ask you not to kill me."
Ming He knelt down and said in fear.
In the face of death, he became afraid and completely gave up on himself.
"Huh?" This statement stunned the owner of Death's Tomb.
Obviously I didn’t expect Ming Wo to be so “backbone”! “Aren’t you looking for your father? I am my father’s eldest son, and my father’s blood flows through me. As long as you are willing to accept your subordinates, and I am willing to use the art of blood ban,
Use blood karma to find your father... no, find him
The traces of the ghost king of Sen Ming." Ming He gritted his teeth in fear and came up with ideas for the owner of the tomb of the God of Death.
Such a scene immediately made the ghost general Chu Kui and others look over in disbelief.
The most beloved son of the dignified Senming Ghost King actually harmed his own father like this?
"Haha, bloodline soul search, this reminds me." The owner of the Death Tomb smiled coldly: "It's a pity that if I kill you, I can also get your blood essence."
boom!
After the Death God's tomb master finished speaking, Ming He's body split apart instantly.
"No." Young Master Mingwu's eyes were horrified.
at this time……
To be continued...