Looking at the various scenes that kept emerging in the black fog, a hint of greed flashed in Yan Xiaoliu's eyes.
"Oh, now that you know I have officially taken control of the underworld, do you still intend to resist?"
Yan Xiaoliu's greedy eyes did not escape Di Jiu's sharp gaze.
He was somewhat curious about how Yan Xiaoliu, who was enveloped by the power of the underworld, could turn the situation around.
"You should have known from that guy's inheritance that the domain power of the underworld can suppress the domain power of everyone else in our underworld, right?"
A faint smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, and a powerful wave of soul power emanated from Yan Xiaoliu's body.
"Star Change!"
"Galaxy Domain!"
Rays of light continued to emerge from behind Yan Xiaoliu, and eventually evolved into a vast galaxy field again.
"I see. It seems my soul power is lagging behind!"
Feeling the Galaxy Realm which was equally powerful as the Eighteen Levels of Hell, or even slightly better than the Eighteen Levels of Hell, Emperor Jiu sighed silently.
Although his soul power has become stronger due to the absorption of nine ancient dragon souls, it is still far behind the soul power of an emperor-level strongman.
If Yan Xiaoliu hadn't recovered yet, he might have died early.
Sure enough, I was a little anxious.
Of course, this is not his fault.
After all, even a powerful emperor-level figure like Yan Xiaoliu would be anxious when facing an unknown existence, let alone him.
"Tongue-Pulling Hell!"
With a gentle wave of his right hand, a series of shadows rose into the air and rushed towards Yan Xiaoliu.
"Meteor shower!"
Looking at the shadows coming straight towards him, Yan Xiaoliu couldn't help but shudder.
He doesn't want to experience the eighteen levels of hell again.
Fiery red streams of light flew out from the galaxy and slammed heavily into the shadows.
"ah!"
Waves of tragic wails rang out, and those shadows and fiery red lights disappeared into the void.
My goodness, the Eighteen Levels of Hell are worthy of being called the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
This is intended to train one's own endurance while torturing the enemy.
Listening to the sounds that seemed to be wailing in his ears, Di Jiu couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Just as Emperor Jiu focused his attention on the wailing sounds, a trace of imperceptible soul power escaped from Yan Xiaoliu's soul body and fell onto the Six Paths of Reincarnation platform.
Afterwards, this strand of soul power began to gradually merge into the Six Paths of Reincarnation Platform and completely disappeared on the Six Paths of Reincarnation Platform.
Deep in the Endless Mountains, in an ancient palace.
A man in black robe was sitting cross-legged on a cushion and practicing.
"Um?"
I raised my head slightly and saw a familiar face.
This guy is actually the old master of Shura Palace who looks 70% similar to Emperor Jiu.
"Buzz!"
With a slight wave of his right hand, a space channel instantly appeared in front of him.
"call out!"
A streak of light flashed by, and a trace of soul power rushed out from the space channel and merged into his body.
Feeling the information coming from the soul power, the black-robed man showed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
Is this little guy going to take action against the remnant soul in the underworld so quickly?
Well, I hope the soul of a powerful emperor can help you.
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