"ah!!!"
The dignified Ghost King suddenly turned into a toothless old grandfather and screamed in an instant!
However, the Ghost King has lived for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. The longer he lives, the less he knows what face is. Seeing that the situation is not good, he not only did not continue to resist, but also stubbornly insisted to the end.
Instead, he immediately begged for mercy, "Master! Master, spare my life! Master, I was wrong! I know I was wrong! Have you forgotten that I am your most loyal servant, little devil? Please, for the sake of helping you open the entrance to the seventeenth floor, spare my life!"
The Ghost King never dreamed that he would call Jiang Fan Master while awake!
But there was no way, because Jiang Fan’s current strength was so terrifying that he couldn’t even take a kick!
I really don’t know how Jiang Fan did it!
It’s true that things change over time! Don’t look down on the young because they are poor!
No, it should be thirty hours in the east and thirty hours in the west!
Ridiculously fast!
However, the one who advanced even faster than Jiang Fan was naturally the Ghost King's attitude. This change made Jiang Fan unable to react and he couldn't help but smile.
"It would have been better if you did this earlier! You deserve to be beaten!" Finally, Jiang Fan sneered and finally retracted his legs, not sending the Ghost King to the west!
However, Jiang Fan would not let him go easily and immediately said, "Since you acknowledge me as your master, then take the initiative and hand over your lifeblood to me for safekeeping. My previous servant did the same."
As for the other slave, it was naturally Luo Wen who was left in the City of the Dead by Jiang Fan.
"Ah... this..." The Ghost King hesitated for a moment after hearing this.
You must know that once you hand over your lifeblood, it is equivalent to handing over your life as well!
If Jiang Fan wanted to kill him at that time, he would only need to crush his life essence and blood.
He was the mighty Ghost King, who had never yielded to the Ten Kings of Hell. But today he had to surrender to a junior and become a fish on the chopping board. He was really unwilling to accept this.
"Don't want to? That's fine too." Jiang Fan looked at the Ghost King's hesitant look and didn't bother to say anything else. He immediately raised his leg and prepared to give the Ghost King a fatal blow and send him to the west!
"I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you! My most respected master, this little servant offers you my sincerity!" The Ghost King panicked when he saw Jiang Fan was about to attack again. He gritted his teeth and immediately handed over his lifeblood.
After all, he could clearly tell which was better, dying immediately or being controlled to death, so he could only obey orders.
"That's better. Be a good slave and guard this place from now on. As long as you are obedient, I will not kill you. On the contrary, if I am in a good mood one day, it will not be a problem to help you untie the chains." Jiang Fan accepted the Ghost King's life essence and blood and said lightly.
"Yes, yes! Whatever the master commands, your servant will do his best to complete it!" The Ghost King answered hesitantly.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Fan patted the Ghost King's head, and the Ghost King looked very happy, like a dog trying to please its master.
Jiang Fan left with satisfaction, and took his mother along the Jianmu path to the fifteenth floor!
At that time, he and Yuwen Yuer were stopped by King Qin Guang on the fifteenth floor!
In the end, Jiang Fan struggled hard to enter the sixteenth floor, while Yuwen Yuer stayed on the fifteenth floor and was captured by King Qin Guang!
If Jiang Fan wants to leave, he must take Yuwen Yuer with him, so he came here specially to take Yuwen Yuer home!
"Although this Jianmu is dead, it doesn't seem to be completely dead. It can even repair itself. It's really amazing." After drilling out from the Jianmu on the fifteenth floor, Jiang Fan couldn't help but sigh as he watched the Jianmu in the center fill itself up little by little.
Jiang Fan was originally worried that if he rushed out like this, he would open up the channel between the Eighteen Hells and the human world. What would happen if the criminals in the Eighteen Hells escaped from prison, or if the people in the human world desperately ran to the Eighteen Hells?
It now seems that Jianmu is far more powerful than Jiang Fan imagined. It even has self-repair capabilities, and the closer it is to the center, the faster it recovers.
No wonder this obsidian pillar can never be mined out, but I don’t know where it draws its energy from.
"Greetings, Mr. Jiang!" At this time, Jiang Fan and his mother had just gained a foothold on the fifteenth floor, and a figure flew towards Jiang Fan.
He wore a black gauze hat with a light veil draped from its brim. Over it, he wore a long, dark robe with wide, flowing sleeves. Around his waist, he wore a black jade belt, inlaid with an ancient jade pendant. The characters "Cui Jue" were inscribed on it, the brushstrokes powerful and imposing, exuding a sense of majesty. He wore a pair of black-soled official boots, their surfaces polished to a mirror-like finish, seemingly reflecting the deep gaze of his eyes.
The most eye-catching thing is the brush in his hand, which looks thicker than an ordinary brush!
It was the deadly judge's pen that was once snatched away by King Qin Guang!
At first glance, Jiang Fan thought that Judge Cui had come back to life, and he almost wanted to send him to death.
But upon closer inspection, one can see that their faces are still different, they are just dressed the same.
"I am the new Judge Cui. Thanks to you, I inherited the position of Judge Cui after the original Judge Cui died. You can call me Xiao Cui! Welcome Mr. Jiang to the 15th floor to guide the work." Judge Xiao Cui said to Jiang Fan very respectfully.
After all, these ghost immortal inheritors can communicate with each other through the inherited items. They have long known that Jiang Fan is no longer the same as before. Even the Ten Kings of Hell have to look at Jiang Fan's face, so naturally they dare not offend him.
Only the Ghost King, this idiot, is out of touch with the news and often suffers losses due to lack of information.
"Xiao Cui, right? Where is City Lord Yuwen? Please take me there." Jiang Fan asked straight to the point.
"After your cultivation level improved greatly, City Lord Yuwen was released. He should be in the City of the Dead on the eleventh floor now." Xiao Cui said very sensibly.
After all, no one dares to leave City Lord Yuwen on the fifteenth floor to mine.
If that happens, Jiang Fan might get so angry that he might turn the whole hell upside down! The inheritors won't even know how they died then.
"Haha, you guys are quite capable of doing things. You are so well-versed in the ways of the world even in the underworld." Jiang Fan shook his head and glanced at Judge Cui.
"Alright, guard the fifteenth floor well and don't let down the word 'Judge'."
After saying that, Jiang Fan took his mother away again.
"Okay." The moment he saw Jiang Fan leave, Xiao Cui couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief!
There was no way, the pressure Jiang Fan put on him was too great! It was more terrifying than meeting the Ten Kings of Hell!
…
After a while, Jiang Fan rushed to the eleventh floor at the fastest speed, broke through the Jianmu, and set foot on this familiar land again!
Not far away, the familiar, huge and majestic City of the Dead appeared in front of Jiang Fan!
At the same time, in the City of the Dead, Yuwen Yuer, who was in seclusion, suddenly sensed Jiang Fan's breath, opened her eyes instantly, and looked delighted!
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