Gou Hua said, "Little Junior Sister, you must cripple the Wheel King before you leave. Even if you hand him over to King Qin Guang and his men in his current state, they won't be able to defeat him. If he wants to escape, they won't be able to stop him."

King Qin Guang: "I can do that."

King Chucheng: "I can do that too."

The other kings of hell did not say anything. They silently took out their magic weapons and smashed them on the Wheel King, causing him to wail and curse.

Humph, who are you looking down on?

If they can't save a trapped King of Reincarnation, then there's no need for them to be the King of Hell anymore. Just reincarnate as soon as possible!

Gou Hua: “…” There’s no need to be so anxious to prove it.

Seeing that they had a way to deal with the Wheel King, Wei Fu lifted the coffin from the Wheel King and said, "Brother, where are we going next?"

Jing Huang said: "Let's go find the Ghost King first!"

"Oh, okay. The Ghost King is in Fu'er's world, in a village eight hundred miles away from the capital."

Jing Huang picked up Wei Fu and was about to rush over. Wei Fu also wanted to put the coffin and Ming Yao back into his little bag.

But the coffin said, "I'm not leaving. I like it here. You go and do your thing first. I'll let you go back when I've had enough of the underworld."

Jing Huang has refined the coffin lid into a blood coffin. The blood coffin is an extremely yin object. Although spiritual energy is useful for the cultivation of extremely yin objects, it is not as useful as the yin energy of the underworld.

The coffin felt that the underworld was its home, and it felt extremely happy there.

Wei Fu didn't force it. She said, "Alright then! You better follow Fu'er's Eighth Senior Brother and protect him well."

"Don't worry, Princess. I will protect your senior brother, help him practice well, and urge him to practice." The coffin lid accepted its fate when Jing Huang turned it into a blood coffin.

Oh no, to be precise, the coffin board knew the power of Wei Fu's backers, and knew that Wei Fu was the daughter of such an extraordinary figure and had a group of brothers who were gods.

It can be said that it reached the peak as soon as it debuted. Thinking that Wei Fu will have his own magical weapon in the future, it will have no chance to debut if it doesn’t work hard!

Haven’t you seen how long it has been since the Big Hammer left the country?

Mingyao also said: "I don't want to go into your little pocket, I know how to follow."

If Long Yin was with Wei Fu, it wouldn’t matter whether he followed or not, but now the one with Wei Fu was the Supreme God!

Being with God means having a full sense of security.

The most important thing is that the Supreme God is upright and honest, not as sinister and cunning as Long Yin.

Long Yin, who was practicing madly, suddenly felt his nose itchy. He sneezed and continued to practice without even opening his eyelids.

Mingyao refused to go in, and Wei Fu didn't force him. Jing Huang simply drew a teleportation array with his bare hands. Wei Fu and the others were in the underworld one second, and the next...

Mingyao was floating above the village, looking at the village which was clearly daytime but was shrouded in thick black fog and was completely invisible. The grass and trees around the village were withered and full of death.

Even the birds flying through the sky would be swept down from the sky by this deathly aura. Wei Fu flew over to catch the bird and wanted to let it fly away but found that the bird had fainted. He could only stuff the bird into his small bag first.

Mingyao said in a daze, "Speaking of which, why do I feel like we're still in the underworld?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a deafening roar.

The thick black fog suddenly spread out and directly enveloped Wei Fu and the others. Wei Fu could feel that a very powerful thing was approaching them.

Jing Huang asked Wei Fu, "Should Fu'er do it, or should my brother do it?"

Wei Fu had already seen corpses everywhere in the village. Not a single person was left alive. She could even hear the wails of the remaining souls floating in the air. Her brows turned solemn. "Fu'er wants to give it a try."

Old Fengtou had always let Wei Fu do what he wanted. When Wei Fu was very young, he let Wei Fu catch ghosts by himself. He would watch from behind and occasionally help. But as Wei Fu grew older, he no longer needed his help. Later, when Wei Fu was with Long Yin, Long Yin was worried that Wei Fu would not be able to handle it alone after he left, so he let Wei Fu solve any problems on his own.

So Wei Fu didn't care whether she could win or not, she just wanted to go for it.

Jing Huang was glad that Wei Fu was a brave child, and that his sister was growing up well even without them around.

As the Ghost King approached, Jing Huang touched Wei Fu's head and said, "Go ahead, Fu'er. Don't worry, just fight. If you can't win, you still have your brother."

Wei Fu nodded, took out Mu Mu and rushed forward.

Huangtu came out from Jinghuang's wrist and turned into its original form, wanting to follow.

That's the cub, you have to protect it.

Jing Huang stopped it and said softly, "Fu'er needs to grow up."

"We are in high positions, and many people want to pull us down. If we are not strong enough, we will become others' sacrifices."

Huang Tu lowered his head, his whole body filled with intense sadness.

Jing Huang knew that it was thinking of its mother.

Wei Fu's action of rushing forward with Mumu angered the Ghost King. The Ghost King transformed his magic weapon, a huge bow and arrow. His power condensed into a huge arrow as thick as a baby's arm, which attacked Wei Fu with overwhelming force.

The moment the arrow was shot, the air made a buzzing sound. Mingyao couldn't help but cover his ears and looked at Wei Fu nervously.

Although Wei Fu defeated him, he was a weakling at that time!

This ghost king is very powerful. Even in the world of gods, he is a very powerful existence. No wonder the King of Hell in the Seventh Palace can't do anything to him.

The Ghost King was huge, while Wei Fu was small. Mingyao felt that Wei Fu was like a paper boat sailing on the rough sea.

Mingyao could feel the power of the Ghost King even from afar. Wei Fu, who was about to attack, felt the power of the Ghost King even more personally. When the Ghost King shot the arrow, Wei Fu immediately threw out a string of thunder talismans, and at the same time she threw out the thunder talismans, she quickly fell to the ground.

Several heavenly thunders struck the Ghost King's arrow, directly breaking the arrow condensed with power into pieces.

The Ghost King snorted coldly: "A mere trifle."

After he said that, he looked down at the tiny Wei Fu and raised his foot to step on Wei Fu to death.

Wei Fu immediately put a shrinking talisman on himself and reduced himself to the size of a butterfly.

Seeing her like this, Mingyao couldn't help but bite his sleeve and said, "Oh, why did she put a shrinking spell on herself?!"

"Doesn't she know that the smaller she is, the more vulnerable she is? She should put a magnifying charm on herself right now!"

Jing Huang curled her lips into a smile and said slowly, "Just be patient and watch."

"Fuer is very smart."