At the moment, Fengdu city is besieged by thousands of lonely souls and fierce ghosts. If the three ghost emperors can be separated, with his elite, they can also participate in the competition for flowers on the other side.

But the three ghost emperors are not stupid. Fengdu city is not their foundation. Even if they are besieged, it has nothing to do with them. Moreover, the three people obey Ye Xuan's orders and want to follow Fengdu all the time. They say they are helping him rob flowers on the other side, but they are actually another kind of surveillance.

Ye Xuan will never underestimate anyone, even the Fengdu emperor is no exception. A person who can control the five ghost regions can bear it even more. This kind of character is by no means ordinary.

To put it bluntly, ye Xuan never believed in Fengdu from beginning to end. Fengdu wanted to use him and the Styx River to rob the flowers on the other bank. Isn't Ye Xuan using Fengdu emperor?

"Hum!"

Looking at Fengdu emperor gloomy and silent, the southern ghost emperor sneered: "since Fengdu Taoist friends don't want to, why propose this?"

"There's no need to worry about Fengdu Taoist friends. We still focus on the overall situation. As long as we get the flowers on the other side and only some wild ghosts, we can easily send them back!"

The Western ghost emperor made a low voice, which also calmed Fengdu down and renewed his smile, but his eyes were strange and didn't make a sound.,

As the Oriental ghost emperor Shentu said, it is now a critical moment. No one can leave here to save Fengdu City, because the other shore flower is too important.

"Ha ha."

Suddenly, a dark wind from heaven and earth roared, accompanied by a large number of black fog breeding. I saw an extremely strange change in the Wuchuan River, and a dark figure came out of the Wuchuan river.

"Little ghost emperor, dare to compete for flowers on the other side, are you tired of living, or have you forgotten who the real owner of this underground mansion is?"

Wow, wow!

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"Forget the great emperor of Sichuan?"

"How is this possible?"

"Haven't you already changed the way between heaven and earth?"

When seeing the appearance of the visitor, the faces of the four ghost emperors changed greatly, as if they saw a Arabian thing and uttered extremely creepy words.

The great emperor of forgetting Sichuan, also known as the ancestor of forgetting Sichuan, was born in the river of forgetting Sichuan and has existed since the underground mansion. In the past years, the underground mansion was born, and he once became the master of the underground mansion. Later, I don't know why the great emperor of forgetting Sichuan disappeared in the underground mansion. Everyone thought he crashed into the land of saints. Unexpectedly, the great emperor of forgetting Sichuan is still alive and has been hidden in the river of forgetting Sichuan.

"Hey, hey!"

The great emperor of forgetting Sichuan said with a strange smile, "I didn't expect that you and other young people can still remember me for such a long time. It's good."

"Things are in trouble!"

Fengdu emperor explained in a low voice, and a great heavy color appeared in his eyes, and the three ghost emperors also looked gloomy. Obviously, the appearance of forgetting Sichuan emperor is definitely not a good thing.

"Forget Chuan, don't be scared, you little fellow."

Suddenly, a cold sound came, and the water was making a noise all over the sky. I saw a wave rising at the end of the yellow spring. Two turbid and dark figures were coming out of the yellow spring, and the other world was suddenly quiet.

"Ancestor huangquan, do you want to take the flowers on the other side?"

The emperor's eyes were slightly narrowed, the river was surging, his eyes looked straight ahead, and a gloomy color twinkled in his eyes. It was obvious that the visitor could make the emperor pay attention to him, and the identity of the other party was not simple.

Boom!

On both sides of the yellow spring, reincarnation was disillusioned. The two figures coming out of the yellow spring had inexplicable breath and covered with yellow light. Until they walked out of the yellow spring, their faces also emerged.

The first man was wearing a yellow Bagua Taoist clothes, his face was old and thin, and a withered hair fell on his shoulder, just like an dying old man, giving people a feeling of sunset, as if he didn't have much time to live.

Ancestor huangquan!

A legendary figure in the underground mansion. He was born from the yellow spring. Like the great emperor of forgetting Sichuan, he is an ancient figure that existed at the beginning of the underground mansion.

If ye Xuan were here at the moment, he would surely find that the person standing next to the ancestor of huangquan was the huangquan Taoist who participated in the Nuwa palace event with him in the past.

However, today's Taoist huangquan has become a quasi saint, and is no longer the peak of Dalai in the past. From his follow-up with the old ancestor of huangquan, we can see that he and the old ancestor of huangquan are teachers and disciples, which also proves why the cultivation of Taoist huangquan in the past is so terrible. The fundamental reason is that his master is the old ancestor of huangquan.

"How could this happen?"

When two ancient figures appeared, Fengdu emperor looked extremely pale. He thought that Zhang Heng died in Ye Xuan's hands, and the flower on the other side would become his bag. However, according to the current situation, he became the weakest party.

Forget the great emperor of Sichuan, the ancestor of huangquan!

These are the oldest figures in the hell. At that time, Fengdu was just a little ghost fairy, and these two people were quasi saints. How did he compete with these terrorist figures for the flowers on the other side?

"The old oath has been fulfilled. Now the two Taoist friends reappear in the underground. If the emperor doesn't appear again, won't it make this grand event extremely boring?"

Suddenly, a soft sound sounded in all directions of the world, and the legendary eighteen layer hell shook with a roar, just like a repressed evil finally got out of trouble and came here.

Buzz!

A faint light is dazzling and quietly appears over the forgetful river. With the disillusionment of the void, a great figure condenses out.

The visitor was wearing a black imperial robe and a netherworld imperial crown. His black hair was scattered, and a black sword was slung around his waist. His handsome face gave people a sense of harmlessness to humans and animals.

"Youming emperor!"

The four ghost emperors whispered in horror, and their steps were unconsciously taking a step backward. Looking at people's eyes, they showed an extremely unbelievable appearance.

The netherworld emperor is said to be the real controller of the eighteen layers of hell. When the underworld was born, he came into being. He made a great wish to create the eighteen layers of hell to punish all the spirits in the world. He is also an extremely ancient figure in the underworld.

"Why? Why? " Fengdu emperor was so confused that he seemed to have lost his soul. When three ancient figures appeared, he was shocked and couldn't wake up.

"Didn't those ancient characters die in the past and have been lurking in the underworld?" The eastern ghost emperor Shentu screamed in horror, as if he thought of an extremely terrible thing.