The Emperor Descending the Heavens

There are ten halls of Yan Hell.

King Qin Guang of the temple.

King Chujiang of the Second Palace.

Emperor Song of the Three Temples.

Four palace **** king.

King Wu of the Five Palaces.

King of the Six Palaces.

King Taishan of the Seven Palaces.

The Eight Palace City King.

Nine palaces are equal kings.

The ten palace revolves around the king.

A ghostly figure across the vast sea of ​​ghosts, King Yan Luo, who was in the fifth hall, seemed to be aware of it, and his eyes were closed tightly, and he managed to win.

"Haha, Brother Yan, I haven't seen you for years. You still think the police are so pretty!"

The huge Yan Luodian was guarded severely, but all of a sudden, the ghosts were wary, holding the ghosts to guard.

A hearty laughter came out of nowhere, and as the top king Luo Luo heard the sound, he waved his sleeves at the ghosts.

The ghosts knew, and retreated immediately.

It was also at this time that the fog in the temple suddenly rose up, and the figure of King Qin Guang quickly gathered.

Looking at the person, King Yan Luo's face flashed a little surprise.

"Brother Qin, at this time you should outline life and death in the ghost judgment hall, why did you come to my Yan Luo hall suddenly?"

King Yan Luo asked him curiously.

As soon as King Qin heard this, he waved his sleeve robe, and a picture immediately appeared in front of King Yan Luo.

I saw the dark air lingering in the picture, but I saw a piece of yellow sand, including a young man holding a wand in hand, fighting with thousands of ghosts and scorpions, like the killing **** in hell.

Looking at the picture, Yan Luo Wang froze for a moment, and when he reacted, a little flash of doubt appeared in his eyes.

"Brother Qin, who is this, why are you so bold that you dared to break into my **** Huang Quan?"

When Qin Guang heard this, a smile appeared on his face.

"Brother Yan, this is not the point, the point is ... what do you see in this hand?" King Qin Guang reminded him.

"Oh, what?" Wang Yanluo heard a little surprise, and asked subconsciously, then raised his hand and looked at the screen a little bit. In the screen, the black | wand quickly zoomed in, and in a blink, Chao occupied the entire screen.

Looking at the picture, the mysterious moire, King Yan Luo who was sitting on the seat, suddenly stood up from it.

"How is this thing?"

King Yan Luo looked at the **** wand in Qin Yu's hand and was shocked to heaven.

Hell wands have been lost from **** since ancient times. They have only seen relevant records in ancient books.

Unexpectedly, such relics suddenly appeared in their hell.

After a long time, King Yan Luo slowly sat down in his seat. King Qin Guang looked at him, and after a long silence, he said, "Yang Wang, what do you think?"

Yan Luo Wang heard a word and frowned slightly.

Immediately, he asked King Qin Guang: "Brother Qin, can you find out who this person is?"

"Back to Brother Yan Yan, Qin is coming for this matter. This person seems to have little skill, but I do n’t have any records of this person in Hell. The book of life and death failed to write his name and birthdate. . "

When King Yan Luo heard this, his look became more dignified.

"Go, convene the remaining eight main hall masters. We have to discuss this matter well. Hell wand is my holy holy weapon. It has been lost for a long time. Now that we have returned, we cannot just ignore it!"

King Yan Luo said to him.

When Qin Guang heard the words, he nodded secretly, and then turned into a plume of smoke, dissipating in place.

When he reappeared, he was already in the other halls of Hell. What Qin Yu didn't know was that after he left, his name was already in the halls of Hell. The wind and the storm were rising, all of which originated from his **** wand.