1530: C1530 Ghost Bell!

C1530 Ghost Bell!

This person seemed to have seen it before, and Yang Ping was unable to recall it right away. But as for the others, they could forget about it, because the old man in front of him was definitely not mistaken, because the vulgar aura he was emitting was the only one from ancient times, and no one could surpass him.

"I have something to ask you very seriously." The old man stared at Nether Spirit Lord until he felt goosebumps all over his body. He did not know why, but when he faced the old man, any secrets would be seen through and it was extremely uncomfortable, just like facing a Black Dark Monarch.

"What is it?" Nether Spirit Lord wanted to put on airs. No matter what, he was a Sovereign King level expert, an overlord of a region, how could he show any weakness? However, in front of the old man, he did not seem to be able to stand up, and subconsciously acted presumptuously.

As he finished speaking, Nether Spirit Lord was aggrieved in his heart.

"Are the women from Land of Dark beautiful?" The old man asked curiously as he stared at Nether Spirit Lord.

"What?"

Nether Spirit Lord thought he heard wrongly and only reacted after a long time. After ascertaining that the old man was asking about the beauty of Land of Dark, he couldn't help but be incensed and coldly ask: "Are you playing with me?"

The old man waved his hand and laughed: "No, really not." Compared to you rotten things, I'm more interested in the beauties of Land of Dark. I've never played with the beauties of Land of Dark before. It's such a pity just to think about it. "

"…"

Yang Ping looked at the old man speechlessly. Fuck, who could be more shameless than him? In front of the tensed atmosphere, blood could flow at any time, and the old man was actually most concerned about the beauty of Land of Dark. If he was a Nether Spirit Lord, he would have slapped him to death.

But Nether Spirit Lord was still a Monarch after all, so he had a very high opinion of his. He said in a deep voice, "When we reach our realm, our outer appearance is just a skeleton made of red powder, so I'm not too concerned."

The old man shook his head, and sighed: "That broken realm of yours dares to see through the mortal world, no wonder your Land of Dark were so weak all these years, and you need the control of an outsider. Beautiful women are the driving force behind a man's improvement, do you understand? "

The flames in Nether Spirit Lord's eyes flickered. Even though it was a skeleton, he could feel an extremely angry aura spreading, the old man was simply going too far.

How preposterous!

Nether Spirit Lord said in a cold voice: "Who exactly are you, state your name, I won't kill nameless people."

Yang Ping could not see through the old man and understood that he was very terrifying. She thought to herself that it would be best if the two of them fought, and she would just take advantage of the situation. However, his hopes were soon dashed. The old man hurriedly cleared his throat and said, "I don't like to fight. How could I, a peace-loving person, fight? To the detriment of my elegance. "

With contempt in her heart, three black lines appeared on the back of her head. Yang Ping was speechless. Nether Spirit Lord didn't feel any better, he felt like jumping onto him and biting him to death, if he could beat the other party.

"Don't you guys have a deal? I'll be the witness. How about it?" The old man wiped his hand and said with a smile.

"Alright."

The Nether Spirit Lord might not be confident with the old man, but he was confident in his ability to deal with Yang Ping. He thought to himself, wait till I finish Yang Ping before I settle the score with you, and then I'll call the Netherworld Great Lord to confirm the old man's identity. In the mortal world, the Lord of the Netherworld knew very little about some experts.

Yang Ping could not help but ask: "Senior, are you sure you won't attack?"

"Of course!"

The old man held his head high and laughed: "This is your problem. I happened to pass by and since I have nothing to do anyway I might as well come over to watch a show."

"…"

Yang Ping understood that her wish of the old man to take action had failed, a fight was unavoidable. The Nether Spirit Lord sneered, the bone staff in his hand released jade-green flames, and said: "I said one thing, if you don't die, I will leave the Fish Restaurant."

"Come."

Yang Ping's face was twisted, showing that she was unwilling.

Nether Spirit Lord sneered, thought that he was afraid, but in front of so many subordinates, he made a promise that he would definitely defeat Yang Ping in one move, if not, how could he talk about prestige.

"Ghost Bell!"

A bell suddenly appeared above his head and then it enveloped the entire area. The ghost suddenly made its move and without any warning, Yang Ping was stunned. The Ghost Bells were the strongest mental attacks in the Nether Spirit Lord. At the same time, it could control its subordinates, making them follow him wholeheartedly without any ill intentions.

Once the Ghost Bell appeared, it meant that Nether Spirit Lord was going all out.

Under normal circumstances, the Nether Spirit Lord would only use the Ghost Bell when dealing with another Sovereign King. He understood that once the Ghost Bell appeared, Yang Ping would definitely fail, and there was no possibility of him winning. The sound waves emitted by the Ghost Bell rippled in the air and spread to all four directions, affecting Yang Ping.

The dead fish by the river were alive, the vegetation by the shore was dead, the Ghost Bell was able to control life and death, the dead fish were alive, the vegetation was dead, and they all turned around in the middle of life and death. There was a great sacrifice and a great terror.

Yang Ping was currently in a state of extreme terror.

When Yin Yang Taoist saw the Ghost Bell, her expression changed greatly. She anxiously retreated a thousand meters, staring straight at the Ghost Bell, she said with a trembling voice: "What's wrong with the Lord, he actually thinks so highly of Yang Ping, the Ghost Bell is definitely his spirit attack weapon, he cannot easily use it. If we do not avoid the attack from the Ghost Bell in time, we might immediately sink in and not be able to reincarnate. "

This was like an anti-aircraft gun hitting mosquitoes. It was a waste of material.

Using the Ghost Bell to deal with Yang Ping, Yin Yang Taoist didn't understand what was on Nether Spirit Lord's mind.

Once it was activated, even Nether Spirit Lord would not be able to control it. Ripples spread out, and the Yin Yang Taoist's eyes grew dim, as her body lost control and fell to the ground, turning into a puppet.

He turned into a puppet with just a thought.

The loss of the Yin Yang Taoist made the Ghost Bell seem even more terrifying. With just a thought, she could cause an expert of Heavenly Sovereign Stage to lose his way. One could see how terrifying the Ghost Bell was.

Yang Ping was truly lost.

The Nether Spirit Lord was most skilled in soul attacks. The soul represented the soul, and that was the origin of his, Nether Spirit Lord. The Nether Spirit Lord stared at Yang Ping, her eyes flickering with fire as she said: "I had thought that you were very powerful, to think that you were only so powerful."

The old man did not watch the two fight, but his gaze was still searching the river.

"You're a witness. Can you tell now?" Nether Spirit Lord said coldly when he saw the old man's absent-minded appearance.

The old man was surprised: "What did you say?"

Nether Spirit Lord shouted: "Yang Ping has lost."

The old man came to his senses, and laughed: "So it's this matter, I was searching for beauties in your coffins just now, but unfortunately, they are all rotten corpses, cursed souls, without any benefits. I say, do you really have no beautiful women in your Land of Dark? "

"…"

Nether Spirit Lord was enraged and shouted, "I just want to know, who won!"

The old man looked at Yang Ping and laughed: "Hard to say, I think that brat will win. Why don't we bet on a beauty? "

"A fool's dream, it's impossible for him to escape the control of my Ghost Bell." The Nether Spirit Lord sneered.

The old man chuckled: "I'm just speaking the truth."

Nether Spirit Lord snorted: "The truth is in front of you, no matter what you say, it's useless. Yang Ping has already fallen into my illusion and will never be able to remove him. He will become my hard work. Since you don't believe me, I'll let you see. Yang Ping, kneel! "

Only by kneeling down could he represent his subservience.

But Yang Ping did not move.

Nether Spirit Lord shouted: "You are my slave, kneel down immediately."

Still no movement.

The old man gave him a contemptuous look.

The Nether Spirit Lord felt something was amiss. He looked at Yang Ping in shock and doubt, and finally noticed that something was amiss. This didn't mean that Yang Ping hadn't fallen into the illusion, and could still control herself.

Impossible.

A brat with Saint Stage was actually able to resist the Ghost Bell's attack.0

Hu hu!

Yang Ping heaved a sigh of relief, opened her eyes and said: "As expected, impressive, I almost fell for it."

Nether Spirit Lord was furious, and said coldly: "Since there's nothing wrong? Yang Ping, you cannot be left alive! "

Seeing that Yang Ping had woken up, the Nether Spirit Lord prepared to make his move. He wanted to tear off all decorum and kill Yang Ping.

"I'm a witness. If you want to act recklessly, ask me."

The old man said unhappily.

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