Outside the Qiongguang Pavilion, hundreds of slaves who had served Fan Wuxue all fell to the ground. The three thousand ghost soldiers were as powerful as rainbows, standing under the stairs like a javelin. If anyone dared to act rashly or plot against Yan Ning, the weapons in their hands would instantly subdue the other party.

Around the Qiongguang Pavilion, Yan Ning became a real person above all ten thousand people!

Fang Shitian couldn't believe that the disciple he taught had become so powerful in a short period of time.

Yan Ning took a step forward and shouted to the ghost soldiers below: "Fan Wuxue is dead. Now this world belongs to me, Yan Ning!"

"General Yan is extremely domineering, and the true god is back!" the soldiers shouted.

This feeling of being admired by people is quite comfortable. Countless ghost soldiers regarded Yan Ning as their belief and were willing to sacrifice their lives for him and shed their blood.

Of course, Yan Ning is not the kind of mediocre person who will let the soldiers die. When dealing with soldiers, his attitude is the same as Yang Yun in the past, otherwise he would not have convinced these ghost soldiers so easily.

This time when he returned to Youzhou Underworld, Yan Ning had his own many goals. Rescuing the Fang Shitian was the top priority. He had to do a lot of things in the future, such as conquering Yang Yun's army, resurrecting Zhang Quan, etc.

Moreover, he also wanted to go and see the pool of yellow spring water in Ji Liye's mouth.

It is time to meet the Qing Emperor in the City of Immortal Punishment.

Yan Ning had countless thoughts in his mind, but at this moment, the sky suddenly dropped a series of terrifying momentum. Yan Ning immediately frowned and his face became gloomy.

Miao Dabao sniffed his nose and said in a deep voice: "There are four people coming, and the minimum cultivation level is all above the middle stage of the Ghost Emperor, the strongest... I can't know that it may be a middle stage of the Ghost Emperor!"

The middle-level Ghost Emperor's strong man is a bit more terrifying than the cold bone-eating. Yan Ning, who had just broken through to the early stage of the Immortal Emperor, even if he had the strength to challenge the early stage of the Emperor's strong man, he was definitely not an opponent of the middle-level emperor's strong man, not to mention that there were four people in total...

The soul of the alchemist is still weak, and Li Hongtian takes the initiative to protect the alchemist. Otherwise, this powerful aura alone may have crushed the alchemist to death!

"Disciple, is there another enemy?" Fang Shitian said worriedly.

"Don't worry, I'll kill as much as I come." Yan Ning showed a relaxed smile. He just wanted to give his master some comfort. After all, there is no way back now.

The space channel opened by the teleportation array was closed after Yan Ning arrived at the Underworld of Youzhou.

The aura of the Immortal Emperor gradually gathered, and Yan Ning became much more low-key, his eyes emitting black light, and his whole body was like a mysterious swordsman wearing a cloak, making people unable to see his true cultivation.

This is the effect of the true dragon inheritance and the dragon holding its breath.

In the sky, four ghost energy were approaching Qiongguang Pavilion quickly. At a height of one hundred meters away from Yan Ning, they stopped. The four ghost energy was spinning in the air, and soon a figure walked out.

Two emperor-level strong men, two emperor-level strong men!

Such a terrifying lineup, even if you stomp your feet gently, the entire Youzhou Underworld would tremble three points, right? Not long after Yan Ning stepped into Youzhou Underworld, four super strong men gathered in an instant, which shows how terrifying Yan Ning's position in their minds is.

All four were men. Yan Ning looked at them, and they were also looking at Yan Ning.

The strongest one was wearing a purple diamond-brown jacket, with a dark purple curly cloud-patterned jade belt tied around his waist. He was tall and gentle. If it weren't for his pale face, he would probably be considered a rare handsome man in the world. In Yan Ning's impression, only He Ziyin from the human world could be compared with him.

Another emperor-level strongman looked much more feminine. Just looking at his appearance, he would find that this person looked very feminine, but he was indeed a man. The yin energy on his body was heavier than death energy, and he drooped his shoulders, as if he had no bones, and his pair of dead fish eyes stared at Yan Ning, as if he had some deep hatred.

"Is this Yan Ning?" One of the ghost emperors looked at Yan Ning, "I can't see clearly the cultivation level. Could it be that he is making a fool of himself, right?"

"How much lower is his strength to be able to kill King Yama?" said another ghost emperor, "I think Yan Ning's strength is probably better than Yang Yun in the past."

At this time, Yan Ning had a restrained aura and looked like an ordinary person. The four of them were all emperor-level and emperor-level powerhouses, but they still couldn't see through Yan Ning's strength, which made them feel a little afraid in the process of suspicion.

"Everyone is here. If we don't come forward and say hello, wouldn't we seem incompetent?" the gentle and graceful Ghost Emperor said.

As soon as he spoke, the three ghost emperors stopped talking, and their eyes stopped shaking, but looked straight at Yan Ning.

"Yan Ning."

The gentle and gentle Ghost Emperor shouted: "Or, should I call you General Yang?"

"Who are you?" Although Yan Ning stood below, his momentum did not belong to the four people on his head. His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and he had no timidity at all.

"You don't remember us anymore? It seems that your memory has not been fully restored..."

The Ghost King sneered, and suddenly a black spear appeared in his hand: "Do you remember me, but you still remember this spear?"

boom--

The moment the Ghost Emperor took out the spear, something seemed to explode in Yan Ning's mind, and a powerful consciousness seemed to be about to break through his purple palace and pour into his mind!

Yan Ning looked in pain and squatted directly on the ground, supporting the ground with one hand and covering his head with the other.

"Disciple!"

Fang Shitian was shocked and quickly wanted to come forward to support him, but Li Hongtian had already helped Yan Ning up one step ahead.

"I'm fine."

Yan Ning, who stood up again, slowly took a few breaths, and his eyes changed a little.

"It seems you remembered it." Ghost King smiled.

"I remember that the gun in your hand is...the soul-breaking gun."

Yan Ning stared at the black spear, and Yang Yun's memories of his previous life poured into his mind.

The Soul-Breaking Spear was originally a middle-grade magic weapon at the imperial level. When Yang Yun became the Northern Ghost Emperor unstoppable, the Venerable Fengdu personally gave it to him.

This black spear was stained with the blood of countless enemies and almost became Yang Yun's symbol. Seeing a gun is like seeing someone.

Later, Yang Yun's wife was killed, and Xu Ningxiang was refined into the spirit of the soul-breaking spear. Xu Zixu was furious and then opened the curtain of chasing Yang Yun.

At this moment, this soul-breaking spear appeared in the hands of the Ghost King in front of him. Yang Yun's memory in his previous life could not stand it for a moment and exploded directly, which reminded Yan Ning something.
Chapter completed!