Chapter 967 Ghost Marriage Bride: Substitute Sacrifice (45)

Everyone in the underworld knows who the Ghost King of the Tenth Palace is. The king with a bewildering appearance was unusually aloof and cold, and had barely appeared a few times in this Wangui City.

How could a person like him have a lover or a sweetheart in this Yama Hall for life after life?

An Hun stared at Dong'er who fell on the ground. The ghosts stood beside Dong'er with their feet weak.

They are ghosts and have no role in this city of ten thousand ghosts. They are facing the powerful black and white messengers with the power of the underworld.

One mistake could lead to the fate of being thrown into chaos, but at this moment, even though they were trembling, they stood beside Dong'er without retreating.

"It seems that you really don't want to live anymore." An Hun's eyes were filled with cold red light, and he was holding the hell whip in his right hand as he approached Dong'er little by little.

Her eyes were full of murderous intent, as if she would whip her whip in the next second and make Dong'er's soul fly away.

But she is just a black and white messenger, does she really dare to do such a thing?

Before Luo Qingchen could think too much about the future, An Hun had already raised his hand, about to swing his whip down.

Dong'er closed her eyes tightly and raised her head, planning to accept the whip forcefully.

The next second, Luo Qingchen raised his eyebrows and waved his left hand. The Netherworld Ring glowed with a dark blue light and attacked An Hun's wrist.

Just hearing a "dong——", the whip fell to the ground instantly.

"Who -" An Hun looked around in disbelief, his eyes flashing with panic.

Wan Guicheng thought that no one else could have magic power except her, it was absolutely impossible!

And why did the dark blue light just now feel so familiar to her, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

Luo Qingchen casually took the ghost mask and a jade folding fan in the guest room, jumped out of the window, and stood next to Meng Yuan.

She folded her fan and waved, looking at An Hun with a cold look in her eyes and saying: "I have never heard that in this underworld, a small black and white messenger can break up a person's soul. Is there any way to do it? "

An Hun half-squinted his eyes and looked at Luo Qingchen in front of him with some vigilance. He raised his right hand slightly, and the ghost behind him flipped through the book, then walked up to her and said, "Report to the messenger, there is no such ghost."

"No?" An Hun's heart suddenly jumped and he murmured in a low voice: "How is it possible?"

The Castle of Ten Thousand Ghosts is a place that must be reached through the Tenth Temple, and all ghosts who pass through the Tenth Temple have no magic power.

But that blue light just now was so real that it knocked her to the ground with the long whip. Who is this person?

"Whether you are a human or a ghost, if you trespass into the City of Ghosts, I will find a way to prevent you from ever coming back." An Hun narrowed her eyes, retracted her right hand, and the Hell Whip returned to her hand again.

Just when Luo Qingchen was about to take out a nine-section moon whip out of thin air, Meng Yuan next to her knelt down with a bang, kowtowed heavily towards An Hun and said: "It's my fault, Black and White Messenger If you really need to break up your soul to get rid of the hatred in your heart, break mine up! It’s just my wishful thinking and I don’t have any weird ideas.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she threw the blue lily in her hand towards the empty ground, and a drop of crystal tears fell down.

"The man with one soul and three souls who was beaten up just now is right -" Luo Qingchen sneered, tapping the jade folding fan casually in his hand, looking at An Hun in front of him and said: "Deal with this How can you be so cowardly?"