"Create...the power of creation?" The Ghost King's eyes blinked a few times, and then he looked at the Master of the Wheel Hall with a confused expression, and timidly said: "Palace... Master, what you said

What kind of creation is this? I remember that there is no such thing in the Wheel Palace, right?"

"Haha, you stupid brat..." The master of the Wheel Palace shook his head, laughed dumbly, and sighed with a trace of sadness, saying: "If there was the power of creation in the Wheel Palace, people would not have been so easy to do so.

will be destroyed, the whole

In this land of ruins, I'm afraid you won't be able to find a few traces of the power of creation. If you can get a trace, it will naturally be your creation. Otherwise, according to your destiny, I am afraid that like those three ghost boys, they will all be wiped out and turned into ashes.

A trace of soul fog."

"Palace Master, what do you mean, what kind of power of creation saved me?" the Ghost King said, glaring.

"Good fortune can take away even the heaven and the earth, let alone a little destiny? Humph, it is destined by heaven, so what?" A ferocious look flashed across the face of the Master of the Wheel Hall, and he sneered.

"Creation changes fate?" The Ghost King was all excited. After a moment, his gloomy grimace also became excited. He looked at the Lord of the Wheel Palace opposite and said incoherently: "Palace...Palace Master,

Since the power of creation is so miraculous, why not give it to you, so that not only can you come back to life, but you may also be able to avenge the land of Yinxu."

"You want to give me the power of creation?" After listening to the Ghost King's words, the smile on the face of the Lord of the Wheel Palace suddenly froze, and he looked at the Ghost King with a dumbfounded look on his face. His lips trembled a few times, but

Not a single word was uttered.

"Well..." The Ghost King nodded vigorously, looked at the Master of the Wheel Hall with sincere eyes, and said: "If it weren't for the Master of the Hall, we would have disappeared into thin air hundreds of millions of years ago. Before our eyes,

Here, the master of the palace is just like our master, don’t talk about the bullshit power of creation, even if you have to take away my body in order to survive, I will be willing to do so."

"Idiot." The master of Zhuanlun Palace shook his head, looked at the Ghost King comfortingly, and said with a dumb smile: "Since I have chosen you, even this part of the world can't take away that trace of the power of creation.

, let alone an old thing like me who is dying, what’s more, I’m already a remnant soul, so what’s the use of having more power of creation?”

"Remnant...remnant soul?" The Ghost King trembled and said nervously: "Palace Master, with your cultivation level, even if there is only a trace of remnant soul left, you can still seize the body, right? If you don't have a suitable body,

I...I am willing to give it to you."

"Silly boy..." The master of the Wheel Palace chuckled twice and stopped talking to each other. Instead, he stared at the Ghost King's brows and said, "Fool, I remember when I brought you guys into this wheel.

When I entered the palace, I only taught you some basic skills of ghost arts."

"Palace Master, even if it's just some superficial knowledge, it has benefited us a lot over the years." The Ghost King said with a grin.

"Since you all regard me as your master in your hearts, if this old guy like me doesn't show any expression, wouldn't it be that I wouldn't even be safe if I died." The master of the Wheel Palace shook his head and put his finger on the forehead of the Ghost King.

Clicked lightly.

‘Woo’, ‘Woo’, ‘Woo’…

Countless memories and images flooded into its mind instantly.

After all, the current Ghost King is not a little ghost, but a ghost king in the imperial realm. His comprehension is a thousand times, ten thousand times more powerful than those of the guards from the Candle Dragon Chamber of Commerce.

As soon as he entered the sea of ​​souls, the Lord of the Wheel Hall had learned most of the ghost skills in his life, and the Ghost King had understood most of them. The rest were all techniques that could only be mastered by those in the ghost and fairyland.

"Suppressing Evil Tower, roll here for me..." The Master of Zhuanlun Hall stretched out his hand to grab it, and saw that the Evil Suppressing Tower had flown out for a long distance, and flew away obediently like a little sheep.

When he came back, he fell into the hands of the Master of Zhuanlun Hall. He looked at the Demon King and said, "Children, from now on, this Evil Suppression Tower will be handed over to you."

"Thank you so much, Master." The Ghost King knelt down with a bang and kowtowed several times.

"Young man Ye, I have a favor to ask of you." The master of Zhuanlun Hall raised his head, looked at Ye Xingchen, and said.

"Take care of it?" Ye Xingchen pointed at the Ghost King and said.

"Well..." the master of Zhuanlun Hall nodded and said: "Although I had many disciples during my lifetime, unfortunately, not one of them survived the catastrophe. Unexpectedly, the only one left

The Remnant Soul will accept another disciple, and he will be regarded as my closed disciple. Don't worry, this little thing has a trace of the power of creation. Although it is not as good as your little thing, it is not bad.

"

"Close disciple?" Ye Xingchen was slightly startled, then nodded and said: "Senior, you can rest assured that as long as I am still breathing, he, the last descendant of the Wheel Palace, will be fine."

"Then I'll be relieved." The figure of the master of Zhuanlun Hall was almost as pale as the green smoke. He turned his head and looked at the Ghost King with a doting look on his face and said: "Chi'er, you can follow Ye Xiaozi from now on.

, he has inherited the Eighteenth Level of Hell, and can barely be regarded as the master of the Land of Hell. Following him will not disgrace the power of creation in you."

"Yes, Palace Master." The Ghost King bowed his head respectfully.

"Silly boy, you still call me Palace Master?"

"Master..." The Ghost King cried with joy. As soon as he raised his head, he saw that the remaining image of the master of the Wheel of the Wheel had disappeared. There was no trace of his breath in the huge Wheel of the Wheel.

Seeing this scene, the Ghost King, who was already in the imperial realm, was immediately dumbfounded.

The whole person knelt there silently.

The tears kept falling down.

"Unexpectedly, among the rumors, the most insidious and cunning ghosts are so affectionate and kind." Seeing the grief-stricken look of the ghost king, Ye Xingchen shook his head, but did not bother him.

"Where's the little thing?" Ye Xingchen put away his thoughts and then thought that it had been a long time since he saw the little white-bone beast. He subconsciously looked at the people in the 'Zhulong' Chamber of Commerce, his eyes full of questions.

"Ye...Brother Ye, it bumped into the senior master of the Wheel Hall earlier and was thrown into the eighteenth level of hell." Jiang Jingyue hurriedly said, "Can you let it out quickly?"

"What? Eighteen levels of hell."

Whoosh!

After hearing Jiang Jingyue's words, Ye Xingchen's expression also changed slightly. Having inherited the eighteenth level of hell from the master of Zhuanlun Palace, he naturally knew how terrifying that place was. Even the Ghost King of the Emperor Realm

, and couldn’t bear the hardships of that place.

Not to mention, the cultivation level is only that of a small white-bone beast in the Star Emperor realm. As soon as his mind sank, he subconsciously entered the eighteenth level of hell.
Chapter completed!