Zhang Yang's provocative voice came to an abrupt end.
Instead, there was a groan of pain.
Thief Saint has not reacted yet.
With the collar clutched in his hands, there was only a piece of material left.
As for the ghost king, at some point, Di Moxuan grabbed his neck with one hand and held him up high.
The man's magnificent face was as cold as ice, without any emotional fluctuations.
A pair of twinkling peach blossom eyes, as deep as a pool, dark and gloomy.
From time to time, a streak of purple streamer flashed in the pupil.
It made his aura even more cold and gloomy.
In particular, the man's body was surrounded by a decadent and gloomy black aura.
The whole person is like the killing god from hell, Shura is alive!
"Emperor, Lord Emperor..."
When he saw that person, Thief Saint's face turned pale.
Cautiously, he called Di Moxuan softly.
However, Di Moxuan didn't even give him a glimpse from the corner of his eye.
Di Moxuan just grabbed the ghost king's neck, stared coldly at the ghost king with cold eyes: "If you want to die, this deity will fulfill you."
The ghost king's face turned red, and his limbs struggled constantly.
A pair of pupils stared at Di Moxuan in horror.
"My lord! My lord!" Seeing this, Pirate Saint eagerly stepped forward, trying to hold Emperor Moxuan's arm.
But not close yet.
Then he was blown away by the murderous aura emanating from Emperor Moxuan's body.
"Thief Saint!" Guiwu stepped forward and supported Thief Saint.
He glanced at Emperor Moxuan, and held Thief Saint's shoulder: "If the Ghost King doesn't tell the whereabouts of classmate Ye Qingluo, I'm afraid that Lord Dizun... will really kill him."
Thief Saint's pupils tightened: "Master Emperor, show mercy, he... he didn't mean it!"
Di Moxuan seemed unable to hear his voice.
Staring at the ghost king with a cold gaze, he said in a cold voice, "Tell me, where did the emperor take Xiao Luo'er!"
The breath of death enveloped the ghost king.
When Di Moxuan looked at him with those cold eyes.
He just felt as if he had been delayed.
Fear occupied the ghost king's heart.
He shivered for a while, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat intermittently: "That, that is the trap specially set by the Emperor and the Mistress of Anyou Palace... just to take that little girl away..."
"Trap?" Di Moxuan's eyes became darker and more treacherous.
The Ghost King's heart trembled violently, he looked at the Asura-like Killing God, especially seeing the creeping purple light in the Killing God's eyes.
He trembled with shock.
He is afraid of death.
Scared more than anyone.
It was not easy for him to find the ghost thief.
Haven't avenged the original revenge!
He must not die!
Even if you die, you must die behind the ghost thief!
The ghost king was strangled, his eyes were bloodshot and red.
He opened his mouth, and desperately squeezed Di Moxuan's hand with his hands, opening and closing his mouth, indicating that he wanted to speak.
Di Moxuan lowered his eyes, his icy eyes were as cold as ice.
The thought of Ye Qingluo disappearing with the Emperor.
Thinking that Ye Qingluo would not be the Emperor's opponent.
The thought of Ye Qingluo might get hurt.
A nameless anxiety and violence rose in Di Moxuan's heart.
He stared at the Ghost King for a long while before loosening his grip on his fingers.
On the finger, the underworld dragon ring with the dragon pattern totem was shining bright red.
But under that light.
Still not the slightest... Ye Qingluo's breath, and the induction of the Minghuang Ring.
At this time, Minglong Ring also became agitated uncontrollably.
The rushing red glow moved quickly.
The change of the Underworld Dragon Ring made Di Moxuan's pupils deeper and deeper.