Chapter 467
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"Are you talking about that handsome and unruly youngster? The one who took him away is our King of Hell! "
The White Ghost Envoy sticks out his tongue and licks his lips, "It's his honor to be taken away!"
"Because our great King of Hell has taken a fancy to him."
Han Ye's pupils suddenly contract, a dense killing intent pervades his whole body: "What … did you say?!"
The Black Ghost Envoy sneers, "What are you making such a fuss about? It's his great honor to be favored by our King of Hell. What's more, what's the use of being anxious? King of Hell has already taken him away for half an hour. "
"I'm afraid that what should be done has already been done, hahaha …"
"I'll kill you –!!" Han Ye's figure flashes. He clearly doesn't have a sword in his hand, but he slashes down from the air.
The Black Ghost Envoy's complexion greatly changes, screaming and retreating.
Both of them have Precelestial cultivation, and their cultivation methods are of the same origin.
Cooperating with each other, they can exert four to five times the power.
Even a high level Precelestial can only obediently kneel in front of them.
The two originally thought that dealing with Han Ye would be a simple matter.
They didn't expect that after a few exchanges,
They feel the great fear of their lives being threatened.
A quarter of an hour later.
Han Ye has one hand on the Black Ghost Envoy's neck, and the other holds the long sword against the White Ghost Envoy's heart.
His eyes are as cold and severe as an Asura from Hell.
It's completely different from his usual mischievous appearance.
"Speak, where is Ying Mei? How did you do it to him? Based on his ability, how could that bullshit King of Hell of yours control him?! "
At this time, Han Ye has slowly calmed down.
Even if Ghost City's King of Hell's cultivation is certainly very high, who is Ying Mei?
He's an Immortal from the Cultivation Continent, an outstanding figure that people look up to in the Polar Domain.
How could he be schemed against by a mere Yanwu Continent's King of Hell?
"Our King of Hell is omnipotent!" The Black Ghost Envoy shouts, "As long as our King of Hell wants it, there's nothing we can't get."
"That's right, in the Yanwu Continent, our Wangjiang City's King of Hell, Xuan Ji, is even more famous than the Ghost Emperor!"
Han Ye's movements suddenly stop, his face revealing a shocked expression: "Xuan Ji?!"
"That's right, it's our great King of Hell Xuan Ji!"
"That shadow demon has fallen into the hands of our Yama King. It's impossible for him to escape unscathed! Hahaha, but isn't this also his good fortune? Who knows, he might already be infatuated with our King of Hell … "
The veins on Han Ye's hand that is gripping the sword are bulging.
Xuan Ji? The King of Hell of Wangjiang City was actually Xuan Ji?
Was it the Xuan Ji he knew?
If it was Xuan Ji, and that little shadow fell into his hands …
Han Ye's hands begin to tremble slightly, the fear and eagerness in his eyes almost overflows.
= = =
When Ying Mei woke up, she felt that she had no strength left in her body.
She wanted to circulate the spiritual energy in her body, but it was as if all the spiritual energy in her body had been sucked dry.
She frowned and turned around to look around, only to discover that she was in an unfamiliar stone room.
She was sure that she had never been here before.
What was going on? She was obviously choosing the herbs that Miss Jun wanted.
However, he suddenly felt dizzy and lost consciousness.
But how could this be possible?
It's reasonable to say that the drugs of the Yanwu Continent shouldn't have any effect on her.
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