Now that Lingxi Valley has suffered a big change, the Netherworld only sent two messengers to appease them in a symbolic way, but never provided any rescue.

And they thought that Jiyu, who had long since abandoned Lingxi Valley, came to help.

Moreover, the one who came was the supreme emperor of the Extreme Region.

"See you, Emperor!!" The people in Lingxi Valley knelt down one after another, many of them burst into tears and their faces were full of guilt.

Only He Qiming's face turned green and white, making it difficult to see completely.

Di Ming, however, didn't even look at them and raised his hand.

The earth walls and golden net that were originally built suddenly collapsed.

Everyone was shocked.

When the golden light array collapses, aren't the ghosts about to rush out?

"Di Ming, you are not here to rescue us at all." He Qiming finally caught the opportunity and shouted with anger, "You are here to add insult to injury and make the entire Lingxi Valley irreversible!"

Po Jun turned around and gave him a cold look.

Suddenly he raised his hand and slapped him hard on the face.

He Qiming can become the Valley Master of Lingxi Valley, and his cultivation level is naturally extremely high. In addition, over the years, almost all the benefits he has obtained from the Netherworld have been used on himself.

In terms of true cultivation, he is even higher than Po Jun.

But when Po Jun's cold, inorganic eyes looked over, he seemed to be frozen, his whole body was so cold that he couldn't even move.

Snap!

He Qiming was slapped so hard that he flew into the sky, and then fell heavily to the ground.

However, at this time, no one's attention was on He Qiming anymore.

Because, the densely packed ghosts, carrying a pungent stench, rushed out crazily with their bloody mouths and fangs open.

There was that timid Lingxi Valley disciple who sat down on the ground, his legs trembling, his face full of despair.

Di Ming narrowed his eyes, and suddenly raised his hand, and a weapon that looked like a knife but not a sword, and looked like a sword but not a sword, appeared in his palm.

Almost at the moment the weapon appeared.

The footsteps of the swarming ghosts suddenly stopped.

It is obviously a creature without intelligence and five senses, but at this time it actually showed a faint emotion of fear and hesitated.

Di Ming gently waved the weapon in his hand forward.

All the ghosts suddenly let out shrill and frightening screams.

Immediately afterwards, rows of ghosts were seen, like ice sculptures melted by water, turning into blood one after another.

The blood quickly seeped into the ground and disappeared.

The second sword...the third sword, six swords in succession, unstoppable and devastating.

Everyone just watched helplessly, helpless and terrified of the ghost.

Under Di Ming's six swords with ease, he was like a piece of clay kneaded into paper, without any resistance at all.

Gudong! Gudong!

The sound of swallowing saliva was heard one after another.

Everyone had incredible horror on their faces, which then slowly turned into crazy heat.

Is this the strength of the Extreme Realm Emperor?

Is this the power of the number one person in the Immortal Cultivation Continent?

"Long live the emperor...Long live the emperor!! Long live the emperor!!"

"Emperor, we are willing to follow you and believe in you for the rest of our lives. Please forgive us for our betrayal and let us be your subjects for life!!"

Everyone knelt on the ground, kowtowed and screamed over and over again.

Di Ming didn't even look at them and shouted softly: "Pojun."
Chapter completed!