I, The Judge of the Yin Department, Will Decide The Life and Death in a Shameful Form!

Chapter 416

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

The black bully raised his huge head and uttered disdainful words.

“I thought it was two ghost kings? I didn’t expect it to be just another pseudo ghost king.”

“That’s it? You dare to be arrogant in front of me?”

Wang Ming and Bai Tong were stagnated.

Most of their cultivation base was cut by Wang Yifan, and now they really don’t have the strength of the ghost king.

But they obviously can’t say this.

Two pairs of cold eyes swept towards Hei Ba, Bai Tong said coldly.

“It’s enough to kill you.”

“act recklessly.”

Hei Ba’s eyes were fierce, and he kicked his heels and rushed over.

“court death?”

Wang Ming Wang showed a hideous look on his face, and his body suddenly turned into an image of a two-foot-sized evil ghost with green faces and fangs.

A pair of ghost claws with green veins, like two iron shields, firmly grasped the black bully’s fangs.

The white boy’s white hair soared suddenly, turning into white silk in the sky, twisting towards the black bully.

In an instant, the black bully the size of a small hill was wrapped tightly in white hair.

“Is this over?”

Wu Ma Zhanhu murmured in his eyes not far away.

Although it has long been known that the two people brought out by Wang Yifan from the secret realm are powerful.

But in an instant, the black tyrant uniform that drove the three of them to 20 near death still shocked them inexplicably.

Wang Yifan frowned.

Heiba ​​is a real ghost king class.

Wan Ming Wang and Bai Tong Zi, after he cut out his cultivation base, he could barely count as the first half of the ghost king.

With the strength of the two of them, not to mention whether it is the opponent of the black tyrant, it will not be so easy to really surrender the black tyrant.

As for the previous consumption of the black bully…

The consumption of fighting the Wuma and the Tiger trio is really nothing to a ghost king class.

Stabbed!

Stabbed!

There was a sound like a tearing silk brocade.

The white hair entwined around Hei Ba’s body began to break every inch.

However, after a few breaths, the black bully broke free from his white hair.

Not only that, even King Wan Ming, who had his hands against him, was flew back by this powerful blow.

Sure enough, it is not an opponent.

In case Fan was not surprised at all.

“then.”

Faint words flew from his mouth.

Then he flew two small streamers with two strokes similar to the homing flags to Wang Ming and Bai Tongzi.

This is the sub-flag of the holy flag.

Although the power is not comparable to the homing flag, it is not inferior to Wang Yifan’s previous measuring ruler.

Especially when Bai Tongzi and Wan Ming Wang have merged with these two pole flags, they can exert amazing power.

“Thank you, Master.”

The two of them were overjoyed after taking over the soul-bearing banners.

After being integrated with the soul-calling flag, it can be said that only when they hold the soul-calling flag is the time when they can truly exert their strength.

Now, although their strength is compared to when they won a complete victory, there is still a gap.

But already has the strength of the ghost king.

The two of them didn’t talk nonsense, and they attacked the black bully directly with the spirit-calling flags.

If this can’t take the black bully, then they really want to lose face in front of Wan Yifan.

The black bully met again, his eyes full of disdain.

What’s the use of holding two small streamers?

Tickle him?

Seeing the bully does not dodge or dodge.

There was a sneer in Bai Tongzi’s eyes, and they knew its characteristics when they merged with the soul-bearing flag.

Cut people’s cultivation base, turn to hurt the soul body.

“Snapped!”

Bai Tongzi was faster and took the lead in hitting Hei Ba in one fell swoop.

“Hahaha, with this strength, are you tickling me?”

The black bully laughed.

wrong!

The laughter disappeared and his face became extremely ugly.

His cultivation…

It’s actually missing a bit.

Although he didn’t bring out the realm of the ghost king, his cultivation was indeed lower for hundreds of years.

“Snapped!”

When he was surprised, King Wan Ming also gave him a head with a spirit-bearing banner.

The cultivation base was once again missing a hundred years.

At this moment, he can only be able to maintain the realm of the ghost king.

Come again, he is about to fall into the realm of Guishuai.

Although it can be repaired in the future, it will take a lot of time.

As for now!

Invincible, withdraw!

In an instant, he made a decision in his heart.

Just kidding, he was determined to fall back to Guishuai as he continued the fight.

At that time, I am afraid that I really want to go and can’t go.

The horrible figure the size of a hill shrank suddenly, and in an instant, it turned into a normal size of a domestic pig, and then I ran towards Mid Valley City, which was smoky.

“Ran?”

“It’s gone?”

“Why didn’t you get back aggressive just now? Why did the kid confuse him?”

The unknown trio of Wuma and Zhanhu looked dumbfounded.

From their perspective, it was obviously the black tyrant who repelled Wang Ming and Bai Tong.

As for, Wang Yifan lost two small streamers in the past.

They didn’t care at all.

As witnesses, they know how terrifying the defense of the black bully is.

Gun picks, knives and swords can’t cause any damage.

What is the use of two small streamers?

Hei Ba turned his head and ran, Bai Boy was not surprised.

After all, he had guessed this scene when he got the soul-calling flag.

The sound flickered, and in an instant, the white boy appeared on the black bully.

Hit it once again.

The black bully could no longer sustain the cultivation of the ghost king.

After losing the cultivation base of the ghost king, the black tyrant was so acquainted, he did not run away, did not resist, and let Bai Tongzi carry him and fly in the direction of Wang Yifan.

“Master, the pig demon has been surrendered.”

The black bully crawled and shivered at Wang Yifan’s feet, knelt down with a pair of front hoofs, and kept kowtow at him.

“Hehe, I always repent until I die.”

Wang Yifan sneered with his hands in his hands, without the slightest pity in his heart.

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Hei Ba’s heart trembled, and most of the light in his eyes disappeared.

At this moment, he was full of regrets.

It’s okay, isn’t it good to stay in Mid Valley?

It really deserves him to be unlucky for running to find the Jungle Demon Race.

Even if it comes, Teng Snake and Weir Wolf should be called.

In this way, it will not fall to the present situation.

“However, if you are willing to surrender to me, I can give you a chance to survive.”

There are a total of seven sub-flanks in the spirit-bearing flags, two of which are occupied by King Wan Ming and Bai Tong, and there are five more.

Only the black bully was of the ghost king level, Wang Yifan was a bit reluctant to kill him.

After all, he is now in the midst of employing people.

“I am willing, I am willing to surrender.”

Hearing that there is a chance to survive, how dare the black bully hesitate and surrender directly.

“It’s so good.”

Wang Yifan waved his hand to summon a small streamer, red light and mysterious.

In an instant, Wang Yifan felt a strange feeling in his heart.

This black bully is alive or dead, just between his thoughts.

To subdue the black bully, Wang Yifan looked at Mid Valley City.

It’s time to regain Mid Valley City.

Now he has three ghost king-level combat powers in his hand, although it is a battle-damaged version, but it is not weaker than the general ghost king-level in mastering the spirit of the soul.

Moreover, their cultivation base was only cut off by the spirit-recruiting banners, and the realm of the ghost king was still there.

As long as you practice hard, you will be able to return to a state of victory in a few days. .