"Since you have the Netherworld Order, I will pass it on to you."

The Netherworld Demon Lord sighed, and then a dark storage ring pointed out that it was in his hand. He handed the storage ring and the Nine Netherworld Tongming Banner in his hand to Sun Hao.

A hint of ecstasy appeared in Sun Hao's eyes, and he was about to reach out to take it.

At this time, an accident happened suddenly.

puff!

A scarlet light emerged from behind Sun Hao and instantly pierced Sun Hao's body.

Sun Hao stopped his hand and looked down with difficulty, but found a red knife inserted into his body.

He recognized that it was Lin Yue's weapon, blood blade, and a level nine weapon.

"You, haven't your vitality been cut off?" Sun Hao asked at Lin Yue with an incredible look on his face.

He knew clearly that Lin Yue had used his own essence and blood to refine the Jiuyoutong Ming Banner. The mark on the Jiuyoutong Ming Banner that belonged to Lin Yue was wiped out by the Nether Demon Lord. With Lin Yue's current state at this time, he could not bear the backlash of the Jiuyoutong Ming Banner, and he would definitely die!

But how could he, who should be at the end of his strength, activate the blood blade?

Looking at Sun Hao whose chest was pierced, Lin Yue's eyes showed a deep hatred. He smiled coldly and said, "Hmph, don't forget, I am a monk in the out-of-body stage."

Sun Hao was stunned, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

Just now, he was too proud and a monk from the out-of-body stage, even though his vitality was cut off, he did not die so easily.

Vitality continued to be lost from Sun Hao, and a trace of fear and deep resentment finally emerged on his face.

Bang!

Finally, the Netherworld Order in Sun Hao's hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and he completely lost his voice.

At this time, a mini version of Sun Hao jumped out of Sun Hao's body. He wanted to escape with a look of horror. Xu Liang suddenly appeared in front of Sun Hao's Nascent Soul and took Sun Hao's Nascent Soul into his hands.

"Cousin, don't worry, I will reshape your body for you." Xu Liang said to Sun Hao's Nascent Soul with a sad face.

Upon hearing this, a deep feeling of despair appeared in Sun Hao's eyes.

Xu Liang picked up the Netherworld Order from the ground, looked at the Netherworld Demon Lord with a smile, and said, "Sir, now the Netherworld Order is in my hands. Is the inheritance my inheritance belonging to me?"

Zhang Yifeng looked at this scene coldly and sneered in his heart. Xu Liang is really cold-blooded!

The Netherworld Demon Lord frowned, remained silent for a long time, shook his head, and said, "You can't."

You can't!

The three naked words made Xu Liang's face completely dark.

Even with his cunning, ten thousand grass and mud horses flew past in his heart at this moment. Can't I?

Why!

Ignoring Xu Liang's dark face, the Demon Lord of Netherworld continued: "Let me let Netherworld choose my inheritance."

Let Netherma let himself choose?

Everyone was a little stunned. The Netherworld Order was just a token. Could it be that it was still spiritual?

Just when everyone was extremely confused, Xu Liang's face suddenly changed. He felt that a strong resistance came from the Netherworld Order. Even if he could not resist that power, he couldn't help but let go of his hand.

call out!

The Netherworld Order flew out of Xu Liang's hand, trembling constantly in the air, and a faint light appeared from the Netherworld Order, covering everyone.

Buzz!

Suddenly, with a violent tremor, Netherworld suddenly flew in one direction.

Everyone looked in confusion, and when they saw the scene in front of them, they all showed incredible expressions.

I saw the Netherworld Order stopping in front of a bearded man. The token kept trembling and emitted faint lights. The man was Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng was also stunned. He never expected that the Netherworld Order would choose him!

Seeing that the Netherworld Order chose Zhang Yifeng, Xu Liang's face became even more gloomy. His expression flashed and his eyes were uncertain.

The Netherworld Demon Lord walked up to Zhang Yifeng, looked at him deeply, and handed the storage ring and Jiuyoutong Mingqi in his hand to Zhang Yifeng's eyes.

"The Netherworld Order has chosen you, and my inheritance is yours."

Zhang Yifeng was not polite either. He took the storage ring and the Jiuyou Tongming Banner from the Netherworld Demon Lord and put it away.

Looking at Zhang Yifeng, a smile appeared rarely in the eyes of the Netherworld Demon Lord.

"Please hold the order of Netherworld and remember, my name is Netherworld."

The Netherworld Demon Lord suddenly said something to Zhang Yifeng that made Zhang Yifeng feel inexplicably strange.

Zhang Yifeng was about to ask, but he found that the Netherworld Demon Lord had turned around and rushed towards the Huxin Pavilion.

When he arrived at the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the Netherworld Demon Lord sat down at the stone table, looked at a skeleton opposite him, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Junior sister, I have met the inheritor of the Battle Immortal Body again. My mantle will eventually be carried forward in his hands. I have no regrets in this life."

The Netherworld Demon Lord looked at the skeleton opposite with a affectionate face, his eyes gradually froze, and his flesh and blood drifted between the world, turning into a skeleton again.

Rumble!

At this time, the lake water surging, the pavilion in the middle of the lake collapsed instantly, submerged in the lake, and the entire space began to vibrate.

"No, this place is going to collapse, go quickly!"

A panic sound rang out in the crowd, and everyone fled in scattered.

Seeing everyone running towards the exit, Zhang Yifeng did not leave, but stayed there.

Also staying there was the young monk.

"Sir, this place is going to collapse. Are we not leaving?" the young monk looked at Zhang Yifeng with a pale face and asked.

Zhang Yifeng shook his head, and a wise light flashed in his eyes.

"Save me."

At this time, a weak sound came from the collapsed stone pestle in front of him.

Zhang Yifeng looked at him and was immediately happy. He saw that Lin Yue was pressed by a huge rock and half of his body was exposed.

Looking at Lin Yue who was pressed under the huge rock, Zhang Yifeng felt surprised.

As early as just now, Lin Yue's vitality had been cut off. If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely die.

But until now, he has not died! The life of a cultivator in the out-of-body stage is too long, and his Nascent Soul and Life are gone, so he can still hold on for so long.

Zhang Yifeng glanced at Lin Yue indifferently, then said to the young monk beside him: "Let's go."

Standing by the lake, Zhang Yifeng took out the Netherworld Order and pinched the magic trick. Two faint lights shot out from the Netherworld Order and enveloped Zhang Yifeng and the young monk.

thump!

With the young monk's panic expression on his face, Zhang Yifeng pulled him and jumped into the cold lake.

Under the huge rock, Lin Yue saw this scene and a look of incredible expression appeared in his eyes.

He had seen the horror of the black lake just now, but he didn't expect that Zhang Yifeng would dare to jump down directly.

boom!

At this moment, the top of the cave shook and a huge rock fell and hit Lin Yue's head.

"ah!"

A shrill scream rang out, and a generation of out-of-body cultivator finally slept in the underworld with hatred.
Chapter completed!