In just a short while, hundreds of people died.

But everyone also gained experience. Although these monks from ancient times have a very high realm, they cannot perform special skills and can only perform some simple attacks.

The biggest characteristic of their bodies is that they are not afraid of harm and feel no pain. They don't even have life and cannot be killed.

If you want to kill them, you have to destroy their entire body instantly. Otherwise, it is difficult to destroy them.

After gaining experience, everyone felt less stressed.

Although many of these cultivators from ancient times are powerful Immortal Emperors, the combat power they can actually exert is at most the peak of the Immortal Emperor realm.

Somewhere in the dark, someone is controlling all this.

Tang Xiaobao and Mo Xiong were quite relaxed.

The fighting power of the two of them is definitely the strongest among this group of people.

These monks from ancient times or those ghosts cannot get close at all.

After a while, Li Yunlong and Xia Weiliang ran to Tang Xiaobao together.

Li Yunlong said with some shame: "Master Ximen, can you help us clear these things out?"

"Why should I help you? Didn't I tell you it's dangerous here? Now that you're in, whether you can get out depends on God's will."

Tang Xiaobao laughed.

Xia Weiliang said, "Master Ximen, please help us as we are all from the same family."

They really want to say that helping others is like helping yourself.

But they dared not say it.

Mo Xiong, who was standing by, couldn't stand it any longer. He coughed and said, "If you can't help me, please help me. We can't be trapped here forever."

Tang Xiaobao glanced at him and said, "Come here."

"If I could come, what would I tell you?"

Mo Xiong rolled his eyes at him.

I guess only Mo Xiong would dare to talk to him like this.

His character has always been like this.

No matter how powerful Tang Xiaobao is, it seems to have no effect on him.

Just treat him the way he should. He won't become humble just because Tang Xiaobao becomes stronger.

It is because of this that Tang Xiaobao treats him as a brother.

"Okay, for your sake, I'll help them this time."

Tang Xiaobao sighed.

He waved his hand and a black flag appeared in his hand.

The flag was emitting a golden light.

Soul-calling flags.

Everyone recognizes this magic weapon.

As soon as the soul-calling banner appeared, everyone was ashamed.

Nima, when?

How could this soul-summoning banner be refined into a divine weapon?

There was a terrifying aura inside that almost suffocated everyone.

"go!"

The soul-calling banner was thrown into the air and instantly grew larger, almost covering the entire hall.

Then he let out a loud noise.

"Thug Number One!"

Gangster number one?

Everyone was stunned.

What the hell is this?

But the next moment, a dark shadow ran out from the flag.

The Ghost Emperor of the Netherworld!

His strength had not recovered yet, but it had recovered 60% of it, but his aura was extremely powerful. He roared, and suddenly, everyone stopped fighting.

The current Netherworld Ghost Emperor exists in the form of a soul, and the ancient cultivators, ghosts, and undead warriors in this hall are similar to him in appearance.

His pressure swept across the entire place, and immediately, these things were instinctively afraid.

This is the respect of the lower ranks for the higher ranks.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Damn...

There is actually a Ghost Emperor in this soul-calling banner.

It's so scary.

How can Tang Xiaobao be so awesome?

After all this time, they still have such a trump card. It's ridiculous. The people from the Nangong family dare to provoke him. They are simply courting death.

The Netherworld Ghost Emperor opened his mouth wide like a black hole, and all the undead warriors, ghosts, and monks from ancient times turned into black smoke and entered his mouth.

After chewing it for a few times with a feeling of lingering desire, the Netherworld Ghost Emperor's aura became stronger, and his strength actually recovered to 70%.

This surprised Tang Xiaobao a little.

The reason why he was willing to help everyone was, on the one hand, he really couldn't bear to see so many people die, and on the other hand, he also wanted to take this opportunity to allow the Netherworld Ghost Emperor to recover his strength.

In his opinion, many of these things in front of him were at the Immortal Emperor level. Even if they were cruel souls, they were still very tonic.

Logically speaking, the Netherworld Ghost Emperor's cultivation can at least be restored to 80% or 90%.

However, now it has only increased by 10%.

This is so disappointing.

From this we can see that it is still very difficult for the Netherworld Ghost Emperor to truly restore his peak strength, and he still has a long way to go in the future.

But it doesn’t matter, Tang Xiaobao doesn’t really regard the soul-summoning banner as a trump card.

He has always relied on his own strength. He does not attach much importance to these magic weapons and the like. He thinks he is his best trump card.

Oh, if you really want to rely on something, it is the energy of chaos.

Without the energy of chaos, he is nothing.

Estimated early

I died countless times.

But that's if he has the energy of chaos...

The power of the Netherworld Ghost Emperor is beyond everyone's imagination.

He stood in the air, and no one dared to move at all.

Everyone fought to the death, and more than 300 people died. In the end, the other party came out and killed them all.

Just ask you if you are awesome!

Of course it’s awesome!

The Ghost Emperor of the Netherworld looked at Mo Xiong with a puzzled look, as if he knew him.

Mo Xiong turned his head away.

Then, the Ghost Emperor of the Netherworld entered the soul-calling banner, and Tang Xiaobao took the magic weapon.

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