Chapter 847

"Or do you really think you are the first person under the saint?"

Zhang Heng's whole body was shining with Yin light, and the anger of resentment and evil burst out. The extremely terrible killing machine was spreading out, and the sound of the dead crying and Howling came from the void of the sky. A ray of unpredictable killing machine firmly locked Ye Xuan, as if he was going to attack Ye Xuan in the next moment.

"Do you want to die?"

Ye Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cruel smile came out of the corner of his mouth. Although Zhang Heng was a quasi saint, he was no different from mole ants in his Ye Xuan's eyes, because he was beyond the quasi saint's existence. He wanted to kill Zhang Heng but at the fingertips of a bullet.

"Ha ha!"

Zhang Heng laughed wildly, as if he had heard a big joke. His eyes at Ye Xuan were like looking at a dead man, with a strong color of disdain.

"Boy, I don't care whether you are the Buddha of Lingshan or any monster. No one dares to be presumptuous to me in this underground mansion. I can give you a chance. As long as you submit to me now, I can let you live." Zhang Heng made a cold sound.

"Huh?"

Looking at Zhang Heng's appearance of being confident and fearless, ye Xuan frowned slightly, and a look of surprise and doubt crossed his eyes. Only because Zhang Heng was too confident at the moment, he was so confident that he was completely blind and arrogant.

And the most interesting thing for ye Xuan is that the three ghost emperors behind Zhang Heng look at Zhang Heng with fear. Obviously, Zhang Heng must have some terrible means.

Ye Xuan's eyes are so fierce. Zhang Heng is by no means a reckless man, let alone a arrogant man. When he first entered the underworld, he hit mother-in-law huangquan and hurt her. It also attracted mother Meng to plead for mercy. At the moment, he sat with the ancestor of Styx, which proves that he is an extremely terrible existence in the quasi saint.

Zhang Heng is not stupid, and he must feel that ye Xuan's cultivation should surpass him, but he has no fear, as if he had decided to eat ye Xuan.

This Zhang Heng is weird!

Ye Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly and made a judgment in an instant, but he didn't care, because no matter what means Zhang Heng had, it was not worth mentioning for him. Unless Zhang Heng could invite a saint, ye Xuan wanted to kill him only between his palms and fingers.

"Zhang Heng, do you want to die?"

Before ye Xuan spoke, the ancestor of Styx River got up. He still knew Zhang Heng. Although his cultivation was quasi saint, there was still a huge gap compared with him.

"Styx, I respect your voice. Don't make mistakes." Zhang Heng scolded coldly.

"Bold."

Zhang Heng is just a northern ghost emperor. He is not a figure in the eyes of his ancestors of the Styx river. If he had not had some opportunities to practice in the quasi holy land, where would he be qualified to talk to him today?

But Zhang Heng even talked nonsense to him today. If the Styx ancestor didn't teach him some lessons, wouldn't he let everyone in the hell see his Styx ancestor's jokes?

Boom!

The sea of blood is surging, and the evil spirit is boundless. The ancestor of Styx river is definitely one of the greatest figures in the underworld. He founded the Asura family, and it is known that the sea of blood does not wither and the Styx river does not die. When he showed his terrible ferocity, he directly made thousands of miles of heaven and earth turbulent, and the extremely terrible killing opportunity was locked on Zhang Heng.

"Die!"

Wow, wow!

The ancestor of Styx River didn't have any nonsense at all. He turned his hands to recruit a million miles of blood to breed in the void. The void of heaven and earth was collapsing inch by inch, and came to Zhang Heng with the Qi machine to destroy everything.

"Ha ha."

In the face of this terrible blow from the ancestor of Styx River, Zhang Heng was happy and unafraid, but his face showed disdain, as if he didn't pay attention to the ancestor of Styx river at all.

"Styx, let you see the emperor's treasure."

Zhang Heng laughed wildly, but he didn't see any action. He just turned his hand, and a white jade tripod appeared in the palm of his hand. What happened next directly made the underground people who were watching stay in place.

"Take it!"

Buzz!

Zhang Heng threw out the white jade tripod, and the world suddenly became disillusioned. Although the white jade tripod seemed simple and tasteless, there was no leakage of any breath, but all the millions of miles of blood made by the ancestors of the Styx River were swallowed up by the white jade tripod, and then fell back into Zhang Heng's hands again.

"Impossible!"

When the ancestor of Styx saw the scene in front of him, he uttered a voice of horror. He couldn't believe his eyes.

You should know that his blood sea skill is extremely terrible, which contains the gas of extreme evil and pollution. Let alone the quasi Saint dare not be contaminated. Even if the innate Lingbao is contaminated, he will lose his spirituality and turn into residue, but the white jade small tripod in Zhang Heng's hand swallowed up his Blood Sea skill, which is a myth.

"Ha ha."

Zhang Heng laughed wildly. He was not satisfied with holding the tripod with one hand. He looked at the ancestor of the Styx river with great contempt and said, "Styx River, my baby doesn't invade all dharmas. No one can kill me unless the saint comes to the world. What if your cultivation is higher than me?"

"Your Majesty has boundless powers, which we admire."

The three ghost emperors bowed down and worshipped, and their posture was extremely humble. Obviously, the three people had suffered the loss of the baby. They could submit to Zhang Heng also because of the white jade tripod in Zhang Heng's hand. Today, even the ancestors of the Styx River can't do anything about Zhang Heng, which makes the three ghost emperors even more believe that Zhang Heng has no one to cure.

"Fengdu, hand over the book of life and death, and submit to me from then on. The emperor will spare your life." Zhang Heng suddenly looked back at the emperor Fengdu and his face looked ferocious.

"How could this happen?"

Fengdu emperor was stunned and silent, and his face was extremely pale. Even the ancestors of the Styx river could not pose a threat to Zhang Heng. Is today really his own dead end?

"What treasure is that little tripod, so terrible?"

"I see. I see. No wonder the northern ghost emperor doesn't pay attention to the ancestor of the Styx river. If he has this divine thing, he will not be afraid of anyone."

"Hey, I thought Fengdu invited the Styx River to form a group with the Qingming Buddha. It must be able to regain control of the five ghost regions. Now it doesn't seem to have any effect at all."

All figures in the underground made an uproar and looked at Zhang Heng in awe. Only because the white jade tripod in Zhang Heng's hand was too terrible, even the ancestor of Styx couldn't do anything to him.

Just as Fengdu emperor fell into decadence, the ancestors of Styx River looked ashamed and angry, and all the figures in the underground talked in an uproar, no one noticed how unstable Ye Xuan was at the moment.

What happened?

Again?

The third tripod appears again?

Ye Xuan's heart was as like as two peas. He stared at Zhang Heng's white jade tripod. He believed he had never misread. He had the same two white jade small tripod as he did in Zhang Heng's hands. If he said the only difference, he would be slightly more complicated in the hands of Zhang Heng, and could be used as magic weapon by him.