I, the Judge of the Underworld, Will Determine Life and Death with a Piece of Paper!

　　However, the 20-pound energy poured in, which did not allow him to think about it, and wrapped him in an instant.

　　Wang Yifan scanned the situation of Doha Simo in the evocation banner, and frowned.

　　If this Doha Simo really can't support the wall, he doesn't mind replacing him.

　　Gao Gao looked at Wang Yifan with trembling eyes, for a while he was a little unsure whether to run away?

　　This kind of receipt that instantly takes people's cultivation base, he really has never seen it before, he has never heard of it.

　　"Yu Ge, why are you standing stupidly?"

　　Doron said angrily.

　　"Kill him, you've wasted too much time."

　　Nima!

　　Yu Ge was about to cry. He was beaten by Wang Yifan, and he almost couldn't even maintain the cultivation of ghosts and gods.

　　How to kill?

　　"Oh! Are you here to kill me?"

　　Wang Yifan looked at Yu Ge with interest.

　　He originally thought that this Yu Ge was the same as the previous Shagu, because he saw a city here and wanted to come to hunt for blood food?

　　"no no."

　　Yu Ge hurriedly denied it.

　　How could he possibly admit it, how dare he admit it?

　　"Yu Ge, what are you doing? Is he the master of this city? Let him come over and kneel."

　　While talking, Duolong flew towards Wang Yifan together.

　　"A mere human can't solve it for half a day, it's really useless."

　　With a cold snort, Duolong frowned and looked at Wang Yifan.

　　"Boy, are you the lord of this city?"

　　Wang Yifan raised his brows and chuckled.

　　"What's the lesson?"

　　"Humph! Let me teach you? Then I will teach you well today."

　　There was a smirk on the corner of Duolong's mouth, his fists touched, and the cyan arrogance rose from his body in an instant.

　　The cyan arrogance condensed, a huge fist imprint condensed in the void, and there was the sound of wolf howling and eagle roaring in the air.

　　The fist print is getting more and more solid in the void, and the majestic Weiya is full of this world.

　　Compared with Yu Ge, Duolong's power is obviously greater.

　　"Boy, get ready to get your head smashed!" Duolong's mouth cracked open, his yellow teeth flashing coldly.

　　"is it?"

　　Wang Yifan was amused for a while, his right hand slowly spread out, and a fiery red hood swirled over Thaksin.

　　Nine fire dragons hovered on the hood, and the tongues of fire lit up the radius of the palm, and the power was completely incomparable to Duolong's fist seal.

　　But in this fiery tongue, the void seemed to collapse.

　　The Nine-Dragon Divine Fire hood was suspended above Wang Yifan's palm, and the tiny flames were swallowing and spitting, and the void seemed to be burned under the flames.

　　The vast aura radiated from the small flame to the surroundings.

　　"This is?"

　　Yu Ge's face turned green, and his heart was beating violently, as if it was about to pop out of his chest.

　　"Isn't this breath the skyfire you felt before?"

　　He stared into round eyes, feeling unacceptable.

　　The location where the flame appeared before was clearly hundreds of miles away, so how could it appear in Wang Yifan's hands now?

　　He was really incomprehensible.

　　But that kind of breath can't be faked, just feeling the breath of the flame, he felt that his soul Huangfu was about to melt.

　　It is from the soul that trembles.

　　Duolong squeezed his fist marks, and unconsciously, a pea-sized drop of sweat had appeared on his cheek, and the sweat rolled from between his eyebrows to the corner of his mouth.

　　How can it be?

　　How could this flame appear here?

　　He was equally unacceptable.

　　But when he saw the faint smile on the corner of Wang Yifan's mouth, he felt a chill in his heart.

　　"You said you wanted to hammer my head off?"

　　Wang Yifan smiled and looked at Duolong.

　　190 Duolong cried and shook his head, and the group of heroes in his hands quickly dispersed.

　　In an instant, the sky regained its clarity.

　　"Then you mean I'm deaf?" Wang Yifan said squinting.

　　"No, no." Doron shook his head quickly.

　　How dare he say that Wang Yifan is deaf, isn't that courting death?

　　"Then are you going to smash my head just now?" Wang Yifan looked at him seriously, the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Mask in his hand had been brought to Duolong's eyes.

　　"This?" Duolong looked at Yu Ge, but found that Yu Ge was lowering his head and didn't look at him at all.

　　He wanted to continue saying no, but seeing Wang Yifan's serious face, he swallowed.

　　"Yes!"

　　"Then it's easy to handle." Wang Yifan made a move, and the spirit banner smashed into Duolong.

　　Duolong's eyes jumped and he wanted to move to avoid it, but when he saw the Nine Dragons Divine Fire hood in Wang Yifan's hand, he finally didn't dare to move.

　　If he was hit by this flag, he might not die, but if the flames were less on his body, he would definitely not even have a soul left.

　　The spirit flag fell on Duolong's shoulder, and Duolong staggered.

　　That's it? .

Chapter 512

　　He was secretly glad in his heart, but found that his cultivation was pouring out like a tide in a short period of time.

　　His thousands of years of ghosts and gods have been absorbed.

　　The late ghost king.

　　Feeling the realm of cultivation that quickly fell, Duolong's face turned pale.

　　"Senior, senior, I know I'm wrong, and I ask senior to spare me." Suddenly, he knelt down.

　　Wang Yifan glanced at him and said lightly.

　　"If I am in a weak position now, will you spare me?"

　　He had no grievances or enmity with these two people, but it turned out to be a good one. Not to mention, he ran to attack his city directly, and even blew his head off.

　　No matter how good his temper is, he can't bear it!

　　Yu Ge's eyes flashed when he heard Wang Yifan say this, and then he saw Wang Yifan's attention was all on Duolong.

　　There was a flash of blood in his eyes, and a bloody mist rose up on his body.

　　He directly detonated all the original blood essence of his ghost realm, just to increase the speed to the extreme.

　　Wrapped in blood mist, the higher the speed, the speed of the purple shadow who escaped before is more than double, but in the blink of an eye, there is only a small black spot left.

　　Duolong ran away when he saw Gao Gao, first stagnant, and then scolded.

　　He and Yu Ge had a friendship for thousands of years in Mangshan, but Yu Ge sold him directly.

　　Moreover, he didn't talk about Wang Yifan's methods before, so he ran up stupidly and gave gifts directly. Immediately, he thought of Ziying who had run away at the beginning.

　　"Nima, each one is better than the other!"

　　But now his cultivation has fallen to the middle stage of the ghost king, and even the previous Ziying is not as good as before, even if he wants to run, it is too late.

　　Wang Yifan raised his eyes and looked at Yu Ge, who had turned into a small black dot, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

　　"It's quite fast, and not long ago, someone ran to him so fast, do you want to know what happened to that person?"

　　Looking at Doron.

　　"What, what happened?" Doron said cautiously.

　　But or exit, his heart twitched suddenly.

　　Was it the fire before?

　　"It turned into nothingness." Wang Yifan said lightly.

　　With one hand, the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover turned into a streamer and flew to the horizon.

　　"boom!"

　　"hold head high!"

　　The rumbling sound and dragon roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the distant horizon suddenly appeared as a cloud of fire.

　　.........

　　Zi Ying, who had already run thousands of miles away, gasped deeply, and suddenly felt an incomparably powerful force coming from the horizon.

　　The whole person suddenly jumped up from the ground, and was about to burn blood and escape.