1774: C1774 Prison Master Jin Sha!

C1774 Prison Master Jin Sha!

"Chang Xiu, have you been acting big recently? It's said that several Black Impermanence forces have been taken in by you?" White Impermanence glanced at Xiao Chen and the other two, and said indifferently.1

"It's just a small fight, please excuse my lord." Chang Xiu said respectfully.

"Let's go, I'll bring you to the City Lord's Mansion." Aside from Chang Xiu, there were also nine other Ghost Cultivators s. Behind them were two brats, and most of them were even stronger than Chang Xiu.

It was clear that these Ghost Cultivators s were all of Ox-head and Horse-Face rank. At this time, they looked at Chang Xiu with either disdain, fear, or hostility.

Chang Xiu did not care about them, and only followed quietly behind Qing Kun, heading straight for the City Lord's Mansion. Along the way, they met a few Black and White Transient s, and brought a large number of them, heading straight for the City Lord's Mansion.

After arriving at the City Lord's Mansion, the Black and White Transient was led into the Inner Court, while Chang Xiu and the others, Ox-Head and Horse-Face were all in a huge Outer Court. Ox-Head and Horse-Face Rankers sat in front of a small table, with the little ghost standing behind them.

"This Eighteen Hells is truly terrifying. A Black and White Transient is equivalent to a Creator of the world, but there's actually more than a hundred of them in one tongue-drawing hell. It's really hard to imagine how many Creator of the world there are."

Xiao Chen carefully looked around, his expression serious. These Creation God s were not the Sea of Lost s, but those with great fighting strength who possessed the Nether Force.

Xiao Chen would never believe that he could escape unscathed after being surrounded by so many Ghost Cultivators s, let alone a judge who was an expert on the same level as a god of creation.

At this moment, a powerful aura gushed forth. Moments later, a handsome youth appeared in front of the crowd. He was extremely handsome, but his eyes were filled with killing intent.

Seeing the youth appear, all the Ghost Cultivators s stood up and said respectfully, "Participate, Prison Master!"

"He is Prison Master of the tongue-drawing hell, Jin Sha huh? What a terrifying aura." Xiao Chen looked at the handsome youth warily.

"Everyone, please rise." Jin Sha said indifferently.

"Thank you, Prison Master!" All of the Ghost Cultivators said, and following that, the Black and White Transient personally delivered the tributes. It was obvious that this was not the first time Jin Sha held his birthday, so everything was happening in an orderly fashion.

As for the Ox-head and Horse-Face, they lined up in rows to deliver the tribute. They also had the chance to personally take a look at Jin Sha's real appearance.

Very quickly, it was Chang Xiu's turn, so he brought Xiao Chen and the other two into the hall, and handed over the resources to Wuchang who was by his side.

"Master Jin Sha, this subordinate still has one more treasure to give to Master. Master, how is she?" Chang Xiu said respectfully, then gave up Bai Caiyi.

Jin Sha swept his gaze over, and his gaze landed on Bai Caiyi's body. In the next moment, Jin Sha suddenly stood up, and looked at Bai Caiyi: "It's you!"

Bai Caiyi was startled, Xiao Chen was also stunned, Chang Xiu was even more so.

Bai Caiyi looked at Jin Sha doubtfully.

"So it turns out that you have not recovered your memories and strength. However, since you have appeared, I cannot let you live." Jin Sha said coldly, his voice was filled with killing intent, and in the next moment he was already in front of Bai Caiyi, striking down with his palm.

Xiao Chen's face darkened, he suddenly blocked in front of Bai Caiyi, and the Terminus Devil Burst Fist immediately exploded outwards.

BOOM!

Xiao Chen received the palm strike from Jin Sha. The terrifying wind blew all the Black and White Transient back a few steps, and then all of their eyes stared at Xiao Chen. The powerful killing stick, the Wailing Stick appeared in their hands, waiting for his orders.

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