When Huang Tiangui heard Qin Fan's affirmative answer, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he hesitated a little:

"This time maybe those three companies will take action."

"That's really good." Qin Fan raised his eyebrows, he would meet sooner or later. Since that's the case, it would be better to use Wanpo Palace as the battlefield.

Besides, compared to the sword of Wandu Palace, he was already more interested in the hands behind him that were about to hold the hilt.

Just as everyone was chatting, Qin Fan had already controlled the Chongyang Sword to land in a mountain range. This was another entrance to the Wuli Gui River, and there was a tool ferryman waiting here.

Several people got on the boat with a familiarity, and the four coffins were also placed in a corner.

"Leave the blood corpse to you two for the time being, and I will arrange those magicians to cooperate with you later."

Huang Tiangui and Hei Shisan nodded. When they entered the depths of Wuli Ghost River, they found that due to the suppression of huge death energy, some of the sealed red blood coffins had been broken open, and the ferociousness emitted was not strong.

At least within the controllable range.

"And these three... Feng, you lock them on the 33rd floor, 32nd floor, and 31st floor of the Nether Tower."

Qin Fan didn't expect that the cage he built before would welcome a new master so soon.

Then he subconsciously swept it with his mental power and straightened the mask with some worry.

And Wanxiang Dijie turned into a funny ball, jumping happily on his shoulders.

"When did they stay here?" Qin Fan looked at the tool ferryman.

"About two or three hours ago."

Feng Mo said in confusion: "Master?"

"Ban Shuqian, Mo Kaixin, Yao Wanqing, Bi Qingyun, and A Er, they are standing on the shore at the entrance."

"Do you need me..."

Feng Mo held the hilt of the short knife around his waist tightly.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Qin Fan gave him a blank look:

"Are you going to hack them all to death?"

"You can physically stun, after all, there are some things here that are not suitable for them to see."

"Forget it, I'll do it."

......

At the same time.

Mo Kaixin and the other five were discussing each other in a verbal manner.

"Who will speak first?" Bi Qingyun's words were instantly disheartened for ten seconds.

"I'll do it first, hahaha, I happened to talk to Lao Qin about something." Mo said happily.

"Parent Lord, your affairs are different from ours." Ban Shuqiong used his eyes to signal Mo Kaixin. Linxue Nuanxiang Pavilion and Ye Mansion could not know about the voice transmission token.

Mo Kaixin gave the other party a look that I knew. Although he liked to smirk, he was not really stupid.

"I said you might want to question Lord Ghost Lord." A Er yawned, a little listless.

He and Luo Xinghun are the first layer of guarantee for Qin Fan to stay in the Ghost Market, and Xia Jinyu's ferry tool is used to prevent possible civil strife in the Ghost Market.

In A Er's preparation, he had plans to let the tool man control Wuli Guihe and flood the entire ghost city in one fell swoop.

As a result, the day after the plan was established, Qin Fan came back early, which made him feel very tired.

And because of A Er's words, the scene became cold again.

Originally, Ban Shuqiong and Bi Qingyun were a little dissatisfied. After all, the ghost market is now a whole. You have destroyed a secondary force, but you won’t say it in advance.

How to deal with the end of the matter afterwards and what should we do next? Should this impact be blown to the greater or to calm down the smaller?

Everything is not done, especially for the Forgetful Ghost Market, which is currently at the forefront of the storm, a decision is related to the survival of various factions.

Of course, no matter how dissatisfied they were, they asked them to question, but these two people really didn't dare.

Bi Qingyun had a psychological shadow on Qin Fan before. This time, the other party killed the Nether Corpse Sect without much talk, and the shadow rose directly.

Ban Shuqian was a little nervous. He really didn't expect Qin Fan to be so decisive in his behavior. He could destroy him at any time. In one hour, a large force that lasted for hundreds of years and could be suppressed at the peak of the clever palace was over.

Sure enough, if a person wants to establish prestige, the easiest way is to step on a famous big force under his feet, and those countless corpses are the foundation for his stepping onto the throne.

Thinking about the fact that the ghost market had just been established before, Ban Shuqian dared to choke with Qin Fan on his neck, but now he really did what he wanted.

"Hahaha, you don't have to be so nervous, Lao Qin is still very..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Kaixin suddenly looked deep in the ghost river, and saw a spiritual pressure visible to the naked eye, carrying a huge death aura, like a shock wave blasting towards them!

Then Yao Wanqing, who had the worst strength and the lowest sense of existence, flew out first, then Ban Shuqian, and then A Er.

Even the great master Bi Qingyun who tried his best to resist was finally swept away by this death storm.

Mo Kaixin touched his nose helplessly, consciously let go of his body control and flew into the air, leaving behind a happy laugh.

Hahahahahaha!

After everyone stabilized their bodies, they found that they were already at the entrance of the Ming Tower in the center of Ghost City.

The seemingly terrifying pressure did not hurt a few people at all, and it was more like a joke.

"Waiting for me in the conference hall on the thirty-fifth floor."
Chapter completed!