Chapter 1088：

The old ghost felt that his eyes were also blindfolded.

I don't know how long it took, when Beimang Ghost King opened his eyes again to react, the sky was bright before his eyes, and it was on the execution ground at three noon.

He scanned the surroundings and found that the execution ground was actually built in the inner court of the imperial palace.

There was only one person to be tortured in the entire execution ground, and it was the Beiman Ghost King himself.

Standing in a circle around, wearing a tough, well-trained, very elite inner court guard.

Everyone was indifferent and solemn, staring at all possible dangers around him with extreme vigilance.

Also beware of the North Mang Ghost King's riot on the execution ground.

The gaze of the North Mang Ghost King looked towards the front monitoring platform.

His eyes widened involuntarily.

There was also only one person sitting on the supervising stage.

Exactly... Xiandi! !

The young and thin Xiandi was exactly what Ye Fan turned out to be.

He coldly looked at the ghost king Beimang on the execution ground.

And the ghost king Beimang, who had never kneeled before the Emperor Xian in his life, was kneeling on the execution ground, facing the direction of the Emperor Xian.

At this moment, the Beiman Ghost King was completely immersed in the drunken life, dream and death illusion constructed by Ye Fan.

His heart was full of grief and anger.

He regarded this illusion of being overturned by the Emperor Xian as his previous life experience.

Beimang Ghost King roared loudly: "Hahaha!"

"Xiandi, you are proud of it!"

"You are satisfied!!"

"This king has laid the ground for you, so treat this king like this!"

"Follow the whole family and slash the nine tribes, okay, really good!"

"Little bastard, there is no loneliness, where do you come from, where do you come from!"

"..."

The young Emperor Xian on the supervising stage is the incarnation of Ye Fan's consciousness in the illusion of the ghost king in Beimang.

"Everything in the world is just a winner!"

He spoke lightly.

This sentence is exactly what Beimang Ghost King said before.

Then, Emperor Xian, who was incarnation of Ye Fan, looked at the old **** standing beside him.

The gray-haired old **** once again took out the previous Huang Juan imperial decree, and read the life guilt of Beimang Ghost King again.

After the reading was finished, the old **** shouted loudly: "It's three quarters noon, go to punishment!"

"Ling Chi's punishment!"

"A total of three thousand six hundred dollars!"

"Execution!"

The sharp voice of the **** spread far away.

Beimang Ghost King's eyes widened.

Three thousand six hundred dollars... Ling Chi's punishment! !

Click--

The crime card inserted in the head was taken off by the executioner.

Beiman Ghost King felt the extremely cold blade and pressed his body.

He began to feel fear from the bottom of his heart.

The psychological flaw of the Beiman Ghost King discovered by Ye Fan is that the latter’s desire for power, whether it is during his lifetime or after his death, is really too important.

Ye Fan built a drunken dream of life and death, letting Beimang ghost king be seized.

Then,

The Emperor Xian, who was most despised by the North Mang Ghost King, was executed on the spot and Ling Chi executed.

As long as they really die in this illusion, the ghosts in the ghosts of Beimang outside will be frightened.

The current Beiman Ghost King is already deeply immersed in the illusion, and it is difficult to extricate himself.

Ye Fan turned into Emperor Xian and looked at Beiman Ghost King coldly.

The executioner of swordsman began to perform sword skills.

Scratch it out!

The old Beimang ghost exhaled bitterly.

The flaws in his ghost's mind were quickly magnified.

Ye Fan wants to tear open the flaw in Beimang Ghost King's soul large enough to kill his ghost with the last knife!

at this time,

When this last knife was about to fall, suddenly on the execution ground, the situation changed.

Click, click, click——

It seemed that something was overwhelmed, as if the sound of glass shattering suddenly sounded.

The Emperor Xian who turned into Ye Fan suddenly stood up.

In his pair of eyes, the purple golden flames rose.

Click, click, click——