The dragon head alone seemed to be as huge as half of the Black Impermanence. When Zhang Meng saw that thing, he felt a sudden sense of terror in his heart, as if his heart was squeezing hard.

Although it was extremely far apart and the black dragon head was covered with mist, Zhang Meng was very strange. He seemed to be able to see a pair of blood-red eyes through the mist. The eyes were covered with terrifying blood, as if these eyes were imprinted in everyone's hearts. The eyes represented indifference, which was completely the contempt of the creatures at the top of the food chain for the weak.

In an instant, beads of sweat the size of beans permeated on Zhang Meng's back, and the feeling of palpitations seemed to be as if as long as the blood-red eyes had a sense of consciousness, everyone would die immediately.

"Hell King of Hell?"

Wu Yong's muscles trembled, and his expression showed his mood at this moment, and there was also despair in addition to fear.

"How could Yan Luo be a dragon?" The fat man's tongue almost tied, and he asked in a trembling voice.

"Look carefully, is there another person in the dragon head? Have you heard of 'The King of Hell riding a corpse? It is a pattern passed down from Buddhism. There is an annotation that this pattern represents another world, that is, hell, which is simply a dragon corpse. How come this man-made hell will also produce the King of Hell? This is the real leader in charge of the entire hell, just like Qin Shihuang who commands hundreds of thousands of Qin troops, and it is not something that people can deal with."

Wu Yong became excited and yelled.

"Two thousand years is enough to create a king of hell. Perhaps the Jingjue Ancient Kingdom has always existed in the world for the past two thousand years. The hundreds of thousands of bones prove that they have always existed, at least today. In addition, those bones that have long been differentiated, perhaps millions of them have? It is still possible to create a weak king of hell..."

Ye Ba said lightly, his expression was very cold, just like a onlooker.

His expression made Zhang Meng a little uneasy. What was Ye Ba's idea? It seemed that he had been very calm from the beginning. If he really had any killer moves to deal with these things, then the few Tiangangs of the Ye family would not die. Then where did his confidence come from? Zhang Meng really couldn't figure it out.

"Damn it, even the King of Hell came out? Can I go home? Damn, I can't suppress it even if I move Chairman Mao out..."

The fat man sat on the ground and almost burst into tears.

roar

Another huge scream like thunder. Zhang Meng covered his ears in pain. He opened his mouth desperately to balance the pressure inside and outside his ears, otherwise his eardrum would be very likely to be shaken. He was like facing a volume of more than 60 decibels, and this sound could have shaken people to death.

"Ah, help"

A heart-wrenching scream suddenly came, and Zhang Meng and others shivered. He turned his head and saw a "fire man rolling desperately on the ground, trying to put out the fire on his body.

"Putian Diao Li Ying, are you okay? Wait for me"

Another Ye family member roared with tears in his eyes. The man in front of him was his best brother. He dragged his coat and then suddenly covered the fire man.

flutter

A green fire flashed, and the clothes covered by the ghost fire seemed to be poured with a large bottle of alcohol. The layer of fire went up the arm of the person holding the clothes. In the blink of an eye, the man was also trapped in the sea of ​​fire.

"Ah, beat me to death quickly." The green-faced beast Yang Zhi rolled desperately on the ground. He beat the ground desperately with both hands, trying to use the pain to reduce the pain of the burning ghost fire, but it seemed to be useless. He soon howled and rolled on the ground like the previous person.

Xiaolou was so scared that her face turned pale. She grabbed Zhang Meng's wrist tightly, and her nails almost scratched Zhang Meng's skin.

This layer of ghost fire is also extremely evil. Yang Zhi and Li Ying under the ghost fire did not burn out at all. Instead, it slowly turned into a corpse like time passed.

Li Ying's head hit the ground hard, and he knocked half of his head to sink, but he was still strangely still dead. The two men were tortured into such a terrifying scene, making Zhang Meng and the others just flew out.

Bang bang

The fat man sighed and pulled the trigger a little blankly.

"Ameng, be careful..." Zhang Meng was about to say something, but suddenly she was shocked by Xiaolou's screams.

The hairs on Zhang Meng seemed to be standing up, and a cold feeling suddenly enveloped her whole body. He turned around and saw a mass of ghost fire behind him, like a meteor, and Zhang Meng was suddenly dissipated. The tragic situation of the two people before was still vivid in his mind. This kind of ghost fire was like a maggot on the tarsal bones. Once it was attached, it would almost mean death.

"Che"

A violent fire dragon suddenly ejected from the flamethrower in Zhang Meng's hand. The fat man and Xiaolou also reacted. Several fire dragons gathered together, and the split black Wuchang seemed to be unable to break through for a while.

"Help destroy this thing quickly."

The fat man shouted loudly, as if after this thing was split into two, its power was much weaker than before. Now they only had three fire dragons to stop Hei Wuchang.

"good"

The two traveler Wu Song and Jiuwenlong also reacted immediately. The flamethrower had almost cooled down. They surrounded them from behind, and then the two fire dragons suddenly burst out and intercepted the black impermanent path.

"Prior it to its head and put out the ghost fire inside."

Zhang Meng shouted loudly. The most anxious thing at this moment was to get this thing done first. Before, their attention was attracted by the huge King of Yama, so the two people died so miserably. Zhang Meng didn't want to make the same mistake again.

The flames kept burning violently for nearly a minute, and the ghost fire in Hei Wuchang's head gradually faded...

As the ghost fire was extinguished, the black fog around it seemed to have lost some restraint and suddenly blew up, and a hurricane of seven or eight was set off in the entire square.

The people around them all breathed a little relieved, otherwise once the King of Hell appeared, they would have no chance to be attacked from both sides...

Zhang Meng felt something was wrong. He vaguely felt that he had missed something. Suddenly his expression changed drastically: "No, there is still a ghost fire."
Chapter completed!