When Yang Xuan heard this, he nodded, but did not react much.

The ghost officer was surprised and said, "Are you worried about Yang Xuan's fried official?"

"What are you worried about?" Yang Xuan asked, "Since he is so sinful, he is fried, why should he be worried? Besides, the souls of his realm will not be less merit after being fried, right?"

Hearing this, the ghost messenger twitched his mouth, which was a lot of merit, but are you able to withstand the explosion?

On the way, the two passed by many fried cauldrons, and many fried officials looked at Yang Xuan with gloating.

Yang Xuan snorted coldly in his heart, it seemed that it was the same everywhere in the world, and he had an inexplicable hostility towards the newcomer.

He understood that if he wanted to gain a foothold in this purgatory, he had to do something that made them all amazed.

This time is an opportunity. As long as you can successfully blow up the dead soul in the realm of the soul, you will definitely gain a foothold in this purgatory.

As Yang Xuan walked forward, the two had already entered the dark gate.

The door was as dark as ink, with yin energy swaying, and there were two ghosts and gods on it, with their eyes wide open, which was terrifying.

"Ye Jun, Yang Xuan brings it." The ghost messenger showed respect and bowed to the door.

Squeak!

At this moment, a faint wave came out and the door opened.

The hall was empty. The several fried officials Yang Xuan saw before had left, leaving only Si Junye above the hall.

Yang Xuan entered the hall, saluted to Si Jun, and said tremblingly: "I am humble to Yang Xuan, please see Si Jun Ye."

Si Jun raised his head and said, "Put this soul and explode!"

After saying that, he took out a judgment document and handed it to Yang Xuan, and then continued to read the documents on the desk.

Yang Xuan took the document and opened it and couldn't help but feel shocked. This is really a heinous crime.

"I'm here to obey the order!" Yang Xuan said respectfully.

"Go!" Si Jun waved his hand.

Yang Xuan took a deep breath, walked out of the hall, and walked towards the place where he was responsible for temporarily keeping the dead souls.

On the way, many fried officials looked at Yang Xuan and all sneered.

They all know how powerful that dead soul is today, and it is absolutely difficult to complete it with Yang Xuan's responsibility.

At this time, Yang Xuan had already lifted the dead soul from the guardian and walked towards the Thirteenth Fried Cauldron.

It was a tall and mighty soul with a rich soul body and strong fluctuations.

The cultivator in the Yuanshen realm can cultivate his soul, so the other party's soul is very powerful.

At this time, he was bound by the Soul-Retaining Scout and it was difficult to explode his power, but the pressure from the soul body still made many secret agents exclaim.

"It's really strong! Such a soul is not easy to explode!" Someone whispered.

"If a dead soul of this level is not easy to deal with, maybe he will overturn the fried tripod."

"Look, Yang Xuan is going to make a fool of himself."

Yang Xuan seemed to have never heard of the whispers in his ears. Since he dared to raise this dead soul, he would have the ability to blow him up.

"Sir!" At this time, Yang Xuan had already arrived next to the Thirteenth Fried Cauldron.

Zhang Yu and the other two looked solemnly. Looking at the dead soul behind Yang Xuan, their souls trembled slightly.

The dead soul was very powerful, and he sneered at this moment, disdaining them.

"Little devil, you want to blow up your Grandpa Zhou, but it's still far from it." The dead soul sneered.

"Zhou He, your sins were so serious during your lifetime. Now I will execute the sentence of frying you." Yang Xuan said in a low voice.

"Haha, little kid, do you have that ability? Be careful that Grandpa Zhou lifted your fried tripod." Zhou He laughed.

The other fried officials were gloating. How could the dead souls in the realm of the soul be so easy to explode?

Which time did the dead souls at this level have been tormenting for a long time before they were executed successfully?

Now that there is a newcomer, this kind of tiring job is of course his.

Yang Xuan didn't say much, looked at Zhou He with his eyes calmly, and then he pointed it out and pointed it on Zhou He's soul.

Soul-blocking finger!

The reason why Yang Xuan was so calm was because of the Soul Cutting Finger. He believed that under the intimidation of the Soul Cutting Finger, no dead soul dared to be presumptuous.

At this moment, a mysterious ripples permeated his fingers and rushed towards Zhou He's soul.

Zhou He was about to refute, but suddenly his soul trembled and he couldn't say a word.

He felt the soul tremble, and an unprecedented sense of crisis filled his heart, which almost made him jump up.

There was chaos in front of him, and the surroundings were dark, and the sky and the earth collapsed. Between this vast and broken world, he was extremely small and seemed to be about to be destroyed at any time.

Zhou He's soul body was trembling and trembling.

At this moment, he felt that as long as he dared to say a word, the other party's finger would definitely destroy his soul.

Although he was a cultivator in the Yuanshen realm during his lifetime, he was dead now and had no physical body. Even if his strength was strong, it would be useless.

The frying officials were all paying attention to Yang Xuan. Seeing his actions, they couldn't help but be confused.

"What is Yang Xuan doing? He wouldn't think that if he clicked the other party, the other party would obediently enter the oil cauldron, right? Haha!" A fried official sneered.

"Get in!" At this moment, Yang Xuan spoke, his voice was dull and without any emotion.

"Haha! Really, is this Yang Xuan funny? That's the dead soul in the realm of the soul. Just one finger, trying to shock the other party? A joke!"

"How powerful do you think you are? You just want the other party to enter the oil cauldron with a light finger. If it is really that simple and such a great merit, how will it be his turn?"

Many fried officials laughed, and they felt ridiculous about Yang Xuan's move.

"Sir, this is the dead soul in the Yuanshen realm..." Zhang Yu reminded in a low voice.

"I know!"

Yang Xuan ignored him and whispered again: "One last chance, go in!"

Zhou He showed fear on his face, and the power of the soul-severing finger exploded, and his entire soul was on the verge of collapse.

As Yang Xuan spoke, the mysterious fluctuation on his finger became more and more intense.

Zhou He felt his soul tremble, as if he could collapse at any time. He knelt on the ground with a plop and kowtowed to Yang Xuan.

"Stop...stop! I'll go in, I'll go in!" Zhou He said hurriedly in fear.

Then, he jumped directly into the oil cauldron.

"ah……"

As soon as he entered the oil cauldron, Zhou He let out a shrill scream.

As Zhou He jumped into the oil cauldron, the fried officials around him who looked here almost glared out their eyes.

They were shocked that a dead soul would jump into the oil cauldron and be punished by itself, and this was a dead soul in the realm of the soul.

This... seems unreasonable!

But he actually happened.

"How did he do it?" a fried official said in a speechless voice.

"I don't know, this is too mysterious."

"Is this thirteen fried officials really so powerful?"

Not only the fried officials were surprised, but even Zhang Yu and the other two were completely confused.

Yang Xuan actually fryed the dead soul at the level of the soul so easily, and the other party jumped into the fried cauldron himself, which was simply effortless.
Chapter completed!