"How sacred are you? You can leave Kufa Mountain if you want?" Zhao Wu hit the porcelain bowl, causing the space to rotate, and billions of ghosts flew out of the bowl, surrounding Zhang Ruochen.

"I, Han Shang, can leave whenever I want, and you, Zhao Wu, can keep me here? Haha!"

Zhang Ruochen laughed loudly and used the Wuji Divine Way to transform the chaotic Yin Qi in his body into the power of darkness. He struck out with one palm and knocked out a large number of fierce ghosts.

Immediately afterwards, ignoring the space distorted by the porcelain bowl, he stepped through the space vortex, rushed out of Kufa Mountain, and disappeared into the darkness.

The tall and thin figure wanted to chase him, but Yaoguang kept counterattacking and had to fight with all his strength. He had no choice but to snort and stay, using ten rivers of corpses to gradually destroy the defensive power of the Divine Talisman.

After a while, the divine talisman turned into specks of light and dissipated invisible.

Ten rivers of corpses wrapped around the fluctuating light, became smaller and smaller, turned into a talisman, and flew into the hands of the tall and thin figure.

It is also a talisman left by a strong person in the Infinite Realm. Obviously, this one in the hand of the tall and thin figure is more powerful.

Master Yun Jing flew over and said, "Master, please punish me!"

The phantom light dissipated on the tall and thin figure, revealing a strange face.

Half of it is a flawless and handsome face, and the other half is a rotten face with only bones left.

It was none other than Emperor Sansha's disciple Huang E Shenjun, who was also the current strongest person in the Corpse Clan.

Lord Huange looked at the scars on Master Yunjing's chest and said, "It's the remnants of the underworld's power. Could it be that he is really in mourning?"

Master Yunjing said: "It is very possible that it is really him, and the disciples sensed his aura."

Master Yun Jing had no idea that the half-bone mask on Zhang Ruochen's face not only had the aura of the Three Evil Emperors, but also the aura of mourning.

Zhao Wu put away the porcelain bowl and came on the wind. He said with a heavy voice under the mask: "It is impossible for such a powerful Taixu Realm god to appear in the world for no reason. He must be in trouble. It seems that this old guy will die."

He is not dead at all, and now that he has returned to the hell realm, he will surely show off his talents."

Lord Huang E sneered: "Everyone knows that the little nun is in charge of the Nether Clan today. Before Gong Tian comes back, Hao Shang still cannot control the power of the Nether Clan and cannot make much trouble."
Chapter completed!