When Su Fan arrived at the scene, he happened to see the scene where Emperor Xinhun was about to devour the soul of Queen Ningxuan. Without saying a word, he took out a large Qiankun bag found in the secret room of Xinhun and went directly to Xinhun

Behind the emperor, he was lassoed and beaten with a sack.

The Emperor Xinhun was now in a state of divine soul. He was locked in the Qiankun Bag. Su Fan beat him even harder. The Emperor Xinhun was put in the Qiankun Bag. His eyes were full of darkness. He could only feel the raindrops of fists falling on his body. Every time

Emperor Xinhun, who was beaten with punches, was in agony.

Damn it, didn't the ghostly energy on Su Fan disappear? How could he still hit himself?

What Xinhun Emperor couldn't accept the most was that every time he was punched by Su Fan, the immortal energy in his body would weaken a bit. If this continues, the immortal energy gained from devouring the Soul-Eating True Immortal will soon be exhausted.

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

"Aren't you attacking indiscriminately?"

"Didn't you beat me away?"

Every time Su Fan shouted, he would hit the Qiankun Bag with hundreds of heavy punches. He didn't know why, but today he was hitting harder and harder, and the beating became more and more enjoyable. The Soul Emperor plus the Qiankun Bag seemed to have become Su Fan's most powerful force.

Good sandbags.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Emperor Xinghun's dull roar came from the Qiankun Bag. Su Fan's expression changed as he was about to throw his next punch, and the Qiankun Bag in front of him suddenly inflated like an inflated balloon.

An extremely unstable aura came from the seal of the Qiankun Bag.

"Oops!"

Su Fan quickly kicked the Qiankun bag away, grabbed Queen Ningxuan's spirit, threw it into the small Qiankun bag on his waist, and came to the side of everyone.

"Skeleton? Are you still there?"

The voice of the weapon spirit skeleton sounded quickly, but the sound was very low and intermittent.

"Ahem, Lord... I'm here."

"are you OK."

"fine."

Su Fan looked at the increasingly expanding Qiankun Bag not far away, frowned and asked, "Can you still release the protective white light?"

"Yes, yes..."

Qi Ling's voice hesitated, and then said: "I just don't know if I can withstand it."

"You have to hold on even if you can't hold it back, he's about to explode!"

The skeleton let out a long sigh, forget it, just destroy it. It's not the first time anyway. The next moment, the guardian white light lit up, protecting Kong Jiashi, Li Qining, Xiao Jixiang and others.

The next moment, a violent explosion sounded.

"Boom!"

A small mushroom cloud appeared in the sky above the Netherworld Ghost Realm Hall, but fortunately this time the attack was all-round, not just in the direction of Su Fan, so although the tortured skeleton was quite painful, it was not fatally damaged.

After the smoke and dust cleared, the damaged Xinhun Hall was completely reduced to flat ground. There were no evil generals around, and many of them were probably buried in the mounds of earth.

"Emperor Xinhun is really cruel, bah." The pale-faced Kong Jiashi slowly pulled Li Qining and Wang Bingxuan to sit up, looking at the hall that was completely razed to the ground, and said slowly.

Wang Bingxuan, who was covered in scars, let out a long sigh, spit out a mouthful of dust, and felt a little lost.

"He is not the Soul Emperor. Old Wang, don't look melancholy. Besides, this guy is not dead yet."

Su Fan stood with his hands behind his hands, looked at the deep pit in the center of the hall, and said slowly.

"Mr. Su, I knew you were not dead!" Wang Bingxuan burst into tears when he saw Su Fan next to him. If he hadn't been seriously injured, he would have almost knelt down.

Although Kong Jiashi was seriously injured, he still had a smile on his face. He looked at Su Fan and laughed and said: "It's fun, it's fun, Senior Su is doing this."

These fists are really satisfying to me!"

"Uncle, I knew you were fine!" Xiao Jixiang was seriously injured, otherwise he would have come over to hug Su Fan right now.

Su Fan walked up to Xiao Jixiang and Kong Jiashi and threw some basic recovery elixirs to them. Su Fan had no treatment methods and had run out of vitality elixirs, so he could only find some randomly from the Qiankun Ring.

Although it is not a panacea like a vitality elixir, it is something that is born out of nothing. Kong Jiashi and Xiao Jixiang's faces look much better. If Li Qining hadn't been unconscious, Su Fan could have fed her a few pills.

As for Wang Bingxuan, Sword Eleven, Sword Feather and Greedy Ghost, there was nothing Su Fan could do to help them.

"Isn't he the Emperor Xinhun? Mr. Su, what did you mean by what you just said?"

After the joy of reunion, Wang Bingxuan recalled Su Fan's previous words and asked with some surprise.

Su Fan thought of what the real Soul Soul Emperor said in the Soul Binding Chamber, and he organized his words.

"The real Emperor Xinghun is dead. He was attacked by this impostor. This Emperor Xinghun is a fake."

Su Fan said and threw the square seal given to him by Emperor Xinhun to Wang Bingxuan.

"This, this is? The Supreme Ghost Emperor's Fang Seal? No wonder I haven't seen it used by Emperor Xinhun in these years."

Seeing this square seal, Wang Bingxuan immediately believed Su Fan's words. This square seal was originally given to Emperor Xinhun by the Immortal Emperor.

Strangely enough, after Wang Bingxuan touched Fang Yin, his injuries healed rapidly.

"Who knows, it really was left to you by Emperor Xinhun." Su Fan said casually.

"Didn't you say that Emperor Xinhun is really dead?"

Su Fan: "..."

After coughing a few times to hide his embarrassment, Su Fan continued: "That's right, the real Emperor Xinhun died after giving me this square seal."

Seeing that Wang Bingxuan still didn't believe it, Su Fan was afraid that he would think too much. Just as he was about to change the subject, a roar rang out.

The soul of Emperor Xinhun, whose body had shrunk by half, slowly emerged from the hole.

His eyes were filled with anger and deep fear.

"Su Fan! How could you not be dead!"

Su Fan smiled calmly, took the initiative to come forward, came to the Emperor Xinhun, and said: "Why should I die?"

"Impossible. With my current strength, even if a real immortal comes, you are still no match for me. How can you not die?"

Su Fan didn't look at Emperor Xinhun's twisted cheeks, stretched out his hand, and slowly grabbed Emperor Xinhun's soul.

"Su Fan, you are a human, and you still want to catch me? If you hadn't used Qiankun just now..." Before Emperor Xinhun could finish his words, he was lifted up by Su Fan like a duck stuck in his throat.

"Gah, cough cough." Emperor Xinhun's soul was filled with fear. "Immortal... human... power? Why... why... do you... have immortal... human power?"

Su Fan immediately thought of the unique cheeks of Dixing Yaksha. Although he had the body of an immortal, he could not use his immortal power.

"An old brother gave it to me, Emperor Jinhun. Today is the day you die." Su Fan finished his words and tightened his fingers.

Under Su Fan's strong squeezing, the body of the Soul Emperor exploded directly, countless residual souls surged, and his soul became increasingly dim.

Seeing that Emperor Xinhun was about to disappear into ashes, a twisted smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Su... Fan... don't think... I have won for you." The snow-white soul of the Xinhun Emperor was almost transparent. However, at this moment, it suddenly started to burn. The strong burning sensation was even felt by Su Fan.

Unable to resist, he let go of his hand and took a few steps back.

.

Although there was not a trace of heat around the burning flame of Emperor Xinhun's soul, Su Fan could feel the terrifying power within it. If he didn't let go, he would probably be ignited by the pale flame as well.

"Hey, what's going on? Something's wrong."

Su Fan's brows continued to frown as the soul of Emperor Xinhun burned, because not only did his soul not collapse as the flames burned, but it became more and more solid, and the immortal energy in his body became more and more abundant.

"Something's wrong, something's wrong." Su Fan muttered to himself. The immortal power in Emperor Xinhun's body was getting stronger and stronger, and it actually exceeded all the immortals Su Fan had encountered before.

"Is this the lower realm?" The flame on Emperor Xinhun's body has been extinguished, and his physical condition has changed from a divine soul to a human being with an entity.

And his voice also changed, becoming indifferent and devoid of any emotion. The previous anger and fear completely disappeared, replaced by a calmness like the sea.

"Although it is not immortal power, it is so warm and comfortable. There is no comparison. There is no comparison." "Emperor Xinhun" lowered his head slightly, looked at his own hands, shook them gently, and then turned to look at Su

Fan.

"Mortal, where is this?"

Su Fan was stunned. Why did Emperor Xinhun suddenly not recognize him? Or should he?

"This is the ghost world, who are you?"

Su Fan's eyes showed a solemn look for the first time in a long time. After hearing Su Fan's explanation, Emperor Xinhun's calm face finally changed. He frowned slightly and showed a thoughtful look, which quickly changed to

relieved.

"I remember, since this is the ghost world, then this body should be my servant." A bright smile suddenly appeared on Emperor Xinhun's face, and his eyes looked at Su Fan closely, very worried

He said eagerly: "Since I appear here, the plan must have failed."

As soon as the words fell, Emperor Xinhun's body disappeared. The next moment he appeared next to Su Fan, and when Su Fan had no reaction, he punched him in the stomach.

"Wow!" Su Fan's face changed wildly, and a sharp pain forced him to bend down, and a mouthful of golden blood spurted out.

Kongjiashi: "?"

Xiao Jixiang: "?!"
To be continued...