"who?"

The black-robed messenger smelled the unusual aura and his face immediately became gloomy and he couldn't help but make a sound.

On the eaves of the side, there were a few strands of white mist floating. As the flow was faintly flowing, there was a nearly transparent figure. Jiang Zihua thought it was the city god coming, but who knew that it was not. The visitor gathered his white clothes, black-patterned cloud sleeves, and long ink-colored hair swayed with the wind, falling on his facial features, and a graceful face as if it were astonishing as a terrifying geese.

Chi Ming's tea-brown eyes were cold and unrestrained, and the nobleness on his body was so noble that he could rush to him. He pursed his lips slightly, and under the ends of his eyes, he would not be able to find a tear mole without looking carefully.

Jiang Zihuan admired her twice.

Most people are fed and sexual. She is used to Shi Yuan’s beauty, but at this moment, her heart is as calm as water.

She thought for a while. The extraordinary person in front of her must be impossible to be a minion from the underworld, or perhaps His Royal Highness of the Palace of Yan in the underworld?

Chi Ming glanced at Jiang Zihuan, then looked at the black-robed messenger not far away, his lips slightly twitched, and he said concisely: "Stone Stele."

"It's still in their hands, but I'm in a little trouble at the moment, so I have to ignite the soul incense." Jiang Zihuan immediately understood what he meant and replied calmly.

Chi Ming looked at the black-robed messenger and spoke in a contemptuous tone: "This kind of mentally retarded little person actually needs me to take action."

Jiang Zihua silently and held the corner of her mouth.

This tone is somewhat similar to Shi Yuan.

Are the strong people who like to despise others?

But her skills are not as good as others, so there is nothing to say.

Rather than saying that she is inferior to others, she is the weapon in the other party's hands, which is too difficult to deal with. She does not have magical weapons and spiritual weapons, so she is troublesome.

But the character of the City God is not too wild and unruly.

The black-robed messenger was humiliated and angry, "A mere Yin God dared to be so presumptuous."

A mere Yin God?

Still shouting at him?

Chi Ming looked contemptuous, raised his hand noblely, and hooked his finger at him, "Do you have any misunderstandings about Your Highness?"

Come here, I will let you understand what a mere Yin God is.

Stupid people won't crush you to death.

The black-robed messenger sacrificed a talisman, and in the air, there was a dark fire everywhere, like a meteorite landing, smashing the pond.

Chi Ming looked up and waved his hand.

The black fire that fell in the sky turned a corner and approached the black-robed messenger.

The black robe messenger was shocked.

I quickly put a shield for myself.

Chi Ming took a long leg and blinked his eyes and then came down from the eaves.

When the rolling ash smoke dissipated, the black-robed messenger saw the mere Yin spirit in his mouth. He did not react slowly, and the transparent silk thread flew away.

His silk thread is a spiritual weapon.

There is a spirit in the instrument.

Whether it is for people or souls, as long as it hits, it will cause certain damage.

He saw the flying silk thread and shaved violently.

Chi Ming didn't lift his eyebrows and held the other end of the thread.

The spirit hidden in the silk thread suddenly trembled in fear.

A wicked smile appeared on Chi Ming's face.

Only a clanging sound was heard in the air.

The transparent silk thread suddenly broke, and the silk thread suddenly became dull and fell to the ground.

"My Bi Ge!"

The black robe messenger seemed to attach great importance to his spiritual weapon.

Chi Ming's face was still evil, and his tea-brown eyes were like cold stars. He slowly curled his lips and slowly said: "Your Bi Ge is gone."

Bi Ge is an evil spirit, after all, it is infected with countless human blood. In addition, he also intends to use the magical energy to be majestic, but it is so vulnerable? The black robe messenger's cheek muscles trembled, and a resentful light bursts out in his eyes, "I'll kill you!"

There are only a handful of people in this world who can threaten Chi Ming.

Jiang Zihuan looked at the arrogant black-robed messenger who was hanging and beaten, and she was covered in dirt and in a mess. She couldn't help but feel a pity that she lit the soul incense so early.

If you use the displacement talisman, you should be able to support Luo Qing and the others.

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Chi Ming twisted the neck of the black-robed messenger with one hand, and his face turned blue and he couldn't breathe.

"Speak out where the stone tablet falls and let you go."

The black-robed messenger was not afraid of death: "Dream!"

Chi Ming turned around and said, "Come here to finish the fight."

Jiang Zihuan suddenly realized, got up, walked over, but did not take action.

"Can't you do it?" Chi Ming wanted to break the neck of the black-robed messenger with one hand, but there are civilized regulations in the underworld that as a consul of the underworld, you must not violate the laws of heaven or harm humans. This is a taboo.

He can't abuse his power even if he is in a high position, right? However, Chi Ming also hates too many rules in the world. If he can do everything, wouldn't she be scattered in the world?

Jiang Zihua shook his head, "The leader said that he must be captured alive and then the verdict will be made."

A bad guy has done so many bad things, and he will be solved with just one knife. Wouldn’t it be too cheap for him?

Chi Ming chuckled, and in his eyes, he saw the vicissitudes of the prosperity and various aspects of the world.

Jiang Zihua was unknown, so: "What are you laughing at?"

"You humans have the same fierce means as you used to treat bad people who do evil."

Before this, it was probably in ancient times.

"But it will be different if he dies. After he dies, I will bring his soul back to the underworld, lock him up in the eighteenth level of hell, suffer all the torture and repay his blood debt during his lifetime."

Jiang Zixia didn't say anything.

"You must know that the spiritual master who killed countless people and became a demon will immediately become a demon after his death. If you kill him now, you can save trouble in the future."

"What Your Highness Yan Dian said is very reasonable, but the state has its own laws and regulations. Since the superior has issued instructions to capture alive, I cannot kill someone with ease."

And, she always believed it.

Evil will be punished.

Bad people will always be punished as they deserve.

Why should she be anxious?

Chi Ming glanced at her faintly, "I don't know how to adapt, the rules are dead, I'm stupid."

Jiang Zihuan smiled faintly.

But for humans, rules are also used to abide by.

You are the boss of the underworld and have helped her, and you have a lot of knowledge.

The black-robed messenger was already angry, gritting his teeth and whispering, "What's the pride? When the demon god is reborn, you will all die."
Chapter completed!