Because of the earthly eyes, Xia Ji could see the Tang Pig.

The fat man, who seemed like a fool, was washing his face, brushing his teeth, then taking a shower and changing his clothes, and even lit three incenses in the dark house.

The smoke of calm and quiet breath rose up.

The wound on Tang Zhu's chest has long been recovered.

Soon, he stood in front of a bronze mirror, quickly pulled his long scattered hair, tied it into a small braid, hanging behind his neck, and a pair of eyes that had no focus, had a lot of brilliance at this time, but the brilliance was chaotic and full of gray.

At this moment...

Tang Zhu, who was bullied, had already raised his hands and feet, and was an unimaginable aura of a high-ranking person.

He placed the rotating little bell on his waist and put the poem booklet.

Push the door.

Step out in one step.

The whole person seemed like a phantom in the night.

Even if he passed by the disciples of the Tang sect, the disciple would not know at all.

Tang Zhu's expression was very serious and solemn.

Xia Ji's expression also moved.

At this moment, he already knew...

This is Zhulong.

At this moment, he smiled because...he won.

Zhulong is a heroic person after all.

If he puts on a situation where he looks like a king against a king, he will never hide.

At this time, he would never fail to attend the curtain call of Emperor Yan.

Although there are still many doubts, Xia Ji is almost sure... This soul hidden in Tang Zhu's body should be the same person as Tang Zhu whom he once killed.

To a certain extent, Zhulong is more like an open hero than himself?

Because of this, he... lost?

At least, he thought of appearing at the end, and he only thought of killing him at the end.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

A gentle knock on the door.

The man in black holding the knife hurriedly lowered his head, and he didn't even dare to look at the upcoming one.

He knew that even if he tried to spy, he would be discovered.

That person, one of the top leaders of the Holy Association, was extremely mysterious and governed the important areas of the Great Zhou Dynasty, including Bashu, Cangshan City, Lurong Mansion, and even the royal capital Tianque City.

In this area, the Holy Church is so powerful that it is all thanks to this scheming and abilities.

Therefore, the man in black became more and more humble, lowered his head, stood straight, but his calves were a little shaking.

Cui Jue saw the fat man with a pair of turbid eyes. The fat man was wearing formal clothes, as if he was attending an unforgettable feast, full of strange courage.

"Go down."

Tang Zhu said softly.

The man in black immediately said, "Yes!"

After saying that, he didn't raise his head and didn't look back, and hurriedly flashed out of the cottage.

The room was quiet.

Only two are left.

Tang Zhu then said softly: "I am Zhulong."

Cui Jue listened to the advice, his expression flashed with light: "We finally met."

Zhulong was like chatting with an old friend: "I didn't pay much attention to you at the beginning, until we had a confrontation again and again, and you made me breathless."

Cui Jue smiled and said, "I dare not expose each other at all."

Zhulong said: "Yes, you hid very deeply, even in the wilderness outside Jiangnan Road, after our duel, you never took off your mask..."

Cui Jue asked: "I really don't understand this. Is it the bell on your waist?"

Zhulong patted the metal gadget on his waist and sighed: "This thing is called "The Demon-Catching Bell". It can attract monsters, but if the demon breaks free from the bondage, the person who attracts monsters will be backfired.

Thanks to you, I was backfired and almost became a fool. But I didn't expect that Xiaoyao Hou was kind enough to help me when I was in a downturn and saved me from humiliation. So this time... the person I sent did not kill him, he was just seriously injured, and he repayed the love he owed in his heart. You can rest assured that this."

Cui Jue nodded: "I'm naturally relieved."

Zhulong continued: "In addition to attracting demons, he can move souls. Tang Zhu and I are brothers in this life, but he happened to be incomplete with three souls and six spirits, so this is also my luck, because only he can accept my soul transfer.

On Jiangnan Road, after I died, my soul used this magical artifact to move the demon bell directly to Tang Zhu."

Cui Jue said: "It looks very smooth."

Zhulong shook his head and said, "It's not that smooth. No matter how harmonious it is, it's not my soul. Moreover... the demonic spirit in the monster bell is too strong, and there are some terrors that are inexplicable, so I've been taking risks, so my soul is actually not clean.

No one won the battle between you and me. At the beginning, I didn’t want to use this magic weapon.”

Zhulong's voice was a little heavy, but soon, he changed his tone and said, "Okay, I should send you away. Are there any worries left?

You and I have a game, which is the only one I have met in my life, so I would like to respect you as an enemy, come to see you off in person, and also to fulfill your unfinished thoughts for you."

He has won.

Now I'm taking a shower and changing clothes, quietly waiting for the answer of this respectable enemy.

However...

Cui Jue asked quietly: "If it were you, would you have any unfinished thoughts?"

Zhulong was stunned.

His eyes moved.

His brows suddenly frowned.

Then he glanced at the boy opposite him in confusion.

His opponent would never ask such a question...unless...

Cui Jue smiled: "Tell me first, then do it."

Zhulong understood, and he laughed, "I just said why do you always feel that you are a little short of... So that's it."

After laughing, he looked at the sky deeply and said, "I don't have any thoughts until I finish it. Can you just tell me who you are?"

Cui Jue shook his head: "No."

Just finished speaking...

Zhulong suddenly turned into balls of afterimages.

There were many dark shadows and ghosts, flying towards the eight directions.

Halfway through the pounce, the figure began to split again. In an instant, sixteen figures, each figure swept at an extremely fast speed, entering the shadow.

He didn't even look at Cui Jue again.

Because this is not Emperor Yama, it is no longer worth his attention.

Cui Jue looked at this scene in shock.

The conversation just now was enough to shock him...

What kind of demon bell has completely subverted his world view. Has Yan Luo been secretly fighting with such a terrifying man?

They are making crazy moves, gamble, kill, and plotting together. Now... they are seeing the goal.

So...

How should the lord of the underworld hide in the dark deal with the enemy that is already in the light?

The enemy's sixteen shadows were extremely fast in an instant. If it were him, even if he used the Thousand-Handed Futu, even ten times, he might not be able to stop these sixteen shadows.

What will Yan Luo do?

The sky still hasn't ushered in dawn.

Suddenly.

It seems that something is going on.

Zhulong suddenly stepped down.

The sixteen shadows merged again, and the Zhulong in formal clothes knelt in front of the door, his eyes slowly losing his spirit, but the only trace of unwillingness seemed to be asking "Who are you?"

Xia Ji directly used the last talisman in the [Xuanyuan Seventy-Two Floating Worlds].

The mind is the brush and ink, and a leaf and sand are the yellow paper.

Directly hit the soul.

Crush Zhulong's soul to pieces.

Therefore, people who have not yet entered such a state cannot see any clues.

And if a person in the mythological realm is here, he can barely see a blurred phantom in Zhulong's body being bombarded and shattered in the air, and then...

He was absorbed by the demon bell on his waist.

It seems...
Chapter completed!