Under Taiyin Mountain, Yang Xuan held the Order of the King of Hell and looked down on everyone.

In the underworld, the King of Hell Order is very authoritative. Even if you are the ten Yin generals and the gods of each department, you must be respectful when you see the King of Hell Order, let alone these eight cultivators from the Lingshan Mountain of Heaven.

"Fake it, this is fake." Fakuang and others couldn't believe it.

"Little devil, you dare to forge the King of Hell Order. You really want to lose your soul. I see that this monk will take you down and hand it over to the King of Hell."

"Fashima, you must not talk nonsense." At this time, Fazhi spoke.

Wong!

At this moment, Yang Xuan suddenly took action, and a terrifying wave suddenly broke out from the ancient temple behind him, and it directly fell on several people.

In the horror of the few people, the soul-cutting fingers and soul-summoning banner were instantly cast, and roared towards the few people.

The faces of the few people changed drastically. They first felt a terrifying wave covering them, and then their souls shook, feeling a terror filled their bodies.

It made their soul unstable and tremble, and their strength was not even one in ten.

At this moment, the soul-summoning banner in Yang Xuan's hand had arrived and swept directly into it with endless power.

"You little dear, you dare!"

Several people shouted that the power of the Soul Conjuring Banner was too terrifying. Even though they were strong, they still couldn't resist the overwhelming power on it.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a few crisp sounds, the eight immortal bodies and Buddha bodies were shattered, leaving only the soul floating alone in the void.

They were in a mess, and they all saw the aggrievance in each other's eyes.

"Little Devil Yang Xuan, you don't know how to attack the enemy without martial ethics." Several people roared.

Yang Xuan glanced at them and didn't say anything. Wude is not important, what is important is to suppress the other party.

These eight people are very powerful, and if he doesn't attack, he may not be able to subdue them.

If one is missing, the other party may really slap him away.

Swish!

At this time, Yang Xuan put away the soul-summoning banner and sacrificed a black chain again, stringing the souls of the eight people into a string.

"Haha...haha..." At this moment, Yuan Xin's soul actually burst into laughter.

"Retribution, retribution!" Yuan Xin roared angrily, "I didn't expect that if I treated me as a gun, I would end up with the same fate as me, haha, so happy!"

"Fall them too!" Yuan Xin screamed.

"Hmph!" The eight people snorted coldly and did not speak.

Yang Xuan held a chain in one hand and led several people toward Fengdu City.

He had to fry these people, so he wanted to fry them for a long time, and he had never had a chance.

King Qin Guang once said that if they were too crazy, they could be blown up.

Now they are trying to harm themselves. They are no longer crazy, but arrogant. They don’t take the underworld seriously at all.

Such people are not enough to show the majesty of the underworld without blowing up.

Thinking of this, Yang Xuan left strode.

He walked along the way, with a black chain in one hand, and behind him were two strings of souls.

They were bound by black chains and led forward by Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan was covered in ghost energy and had strong fluctuations, and he walked step by step towards Fengdu City.

As he walked, two figures suddenly appeared in front of him, one black and one white, and came straight towards him.

Yang Xuan looked at the person who came, and the person who came was Heibai Wuchang. When they saw Yang Xuan holding more than a dozen souls in his hand, they were all slightly stunned.

"Yang Xuan, you are..." Xie Bi'an asked slightly in shock.

Yang Xuan's eyes lit up, he saluted slightly at Heibai Wuchang, and said in a deep voice:

"Seventh and eighth masters, you are here just in time. These dozen people entered the underworld with their physical bodies, and even attacked our underworld. Now I will take them into the Punishment Office and fry them."

When Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu heard this, their eyelids twitched. They looked at the dozens of souls following Yang Xuan, and their eyes shrank slightly.

"Are you guys?"

"Who are these people from Heaven and Buddhism?" Xie Bi'an asked.

"The people from the Demon-Subduing Palace in the Earth Immortal Realm sneak into the underworld to harm me."

Upon hearing this, the two of Hei and Bai Wuchang's eyes flashed with cold light, and Fan Wujiu said in a low voice: "It's time to explode!"

Xie Bi'an's eyelids twitched. It was time to explode, but at this time, the two powerful men of Buddhism and Heavenly Court were in Fengdu City. If they knew that Yang Xuan had exploded his disciples, they would probably go crazy.

After all, they were nominally here to assist the Ten Kings of Hell to manage the underworld.

"Well, brother Yang Xuan, why don't you blow it up slowly?" Xie Bi'an said slowly.

"Master Qi, I didn't expect you to be such a ghost. Are you also afraid of the Buddhist temple in Heaven?" Yang Xuan said in a pretentious and angry manner.

"Of course not!" Xie Bi'an's expression was correct and he hurriedly explained.

"I'm afraid that a ball in the Heavenly Court will explode!" Hei Wuchang Fan Wujiu looked angry. He was fierce and full of ghost energy. He was filled with turbulent fluctuations, which made more than a dozen souls tremble.

Hei Wuchang is famous for his bad temper in the underworld. He will start a war if he disagrees. Even if the King of Hell is helpless, he will have no choice.

"If you bastards, if the King of Hell were not stopped by him, Eighth Master, I would have wanted to throw your nest long ago. Now I have bullied my underworld and I really don't know how to live or die."

Hei Wuchang was furious. He looked at Yang Xuan and said in a low voice: "Brother Yang Xuan, blow it a few more times. After the blow, all the punishments of the evil officer will be punished."

More than a dozen dead souls were frightened, and they all trembled and didn't dare to say a word.

"The Seventh Master is mighty, and he is just trying to do this." Yang Xuan grinned.

"Eighth brother!" Xie Bi'an's eyelids beat violently, and he winked at Fan Wujiu.

"Don't be afraid of these evil people, this is the end of this." Fan Wujiu snorted coldly, "Brother Yang Xuan, let's go, I will fry his mother with you."

"Eighth brother..." Xie Bi'an was anxious. These people should be blown up, but it was really not the time.

The Saint Lord of Heaven and Buddhist Ksitigarbha are both in the Hall of Hell. If the people from Buddhism and Heaven are blown up, even the Ten Halls of Hell will not be able to explain.

The two powerful men of my Heavenly Court Buddhism are here, you actually fried my disciples. What do you mean?

Xie Bi'an shook his head, and he had even thought of the scene where the two powerful men were furious.

"Master Qi, help, Master Qi!" More than a dozen dead souls were chained by Yang Xuan in black chains and led to the Punishment Office.

Fan Wujiu followed behind him, with great momentum, as if supporting Yang Xuan.

"Seventh Master..." More than a dozen dead souls roared shrillly, turning around and begging Xie Bi'an.

In their eyes, Xie Bi'an was the only one who could save them.

"Save? I'll save you, I've wanted to blow you up long ago." Xie Bi'an cursed.

But as the God of the Soul-Seeping Division and in charge of the Imperial Division, he considered much more than Fan Wujiu.

It is not impossible to blow up a few people at this time, but in front of the two great powers of the Heavenly Court and Buddhism, we must do a good job.

They have to suffer a loss, and they can't say anything.

Looking at the backs of Yang Xuan and Fan Wujiu leaving, Xie Bi'an grinned and quickly followed.
Chapter completed!