Chapter 3238: Nether Thirteen Generals

The twelve Yin Ling war horses lined up and looked down at Xiao Fan and the others. Each batch of war horses was surging with black energy, as if coming from Yin Ming, extremely cold.

Shishang didn't know when to get up, and rode up again on the horse, standing beside the twelve horses, staring at Xiao Fan indifferently.

Xiao Fan's expressions darkened, and the aura exuding above the other twelve Yin Spirit horses was even stronger than the corpse.

They are obviously only the peak of the Great Emperor Realm, but their aura is stronger than the ordinary Saint Emperor Realm early stage.

Needless to think about it, these twelve people are also ghost gods, and they are still more powerful than the corpses.

"Everyone, be careful of that human race." Ji Shang said solemnly.

Just after being blasted by Xiao Fan, he basically didn't have any power to fight back. Among Xiao Fan's party, it was Xiao Fan that made him the most jealous.

"Thirteen, just a human race ant, it scared you down?" The yin spirit **** next to Shishang sneered, and didn't take the human monk Xiao Fan to his heart.

Although the Human Race is one of the top ten races in the Primordial God Realm, its individual strength is far inferior to that of the Yinling Race.

Little did they know that many bloodlines of the Yinling Race were also humans before they were alive, but new spiritual wisdom was born after death.

"Hmph, it's up to you to listen or not, I've already told you." Jishang snorted coldly, and said no more.

He is the weakest among the thirteen people, and the least status, it's useless to say more.

"Don't say it's just a few ants, even if they are true geniuses, what's the fear of my Nether Thirteenth Cavalry?" The Yin Ling Shen Jiang said with a proud face.

Xiao Fan and the others stood in a row with extremely solemn expressions.

If the strength of these thirteen people is similar to that of Shishang, wouldn't they all be comparable to the ghosts?

It's impossible for such a person to be unnamed on the list.

"Thirteen Netherworld Generals?" When Yu Qizi heard these names, her face suddenly changed, and her eyes were full of jealousy.

"Why, have you heard?" The White Demon frowned, and Yu Qizi was so scared that his face turned pale. It seems that the other party's background is indeed not small.

"Nether 13 generals, each of them ranks in the 500th in the ten thousand genius list, and the first corpse emperor is in the top 50!" Yu Qizi swallowed his saliva and said in shock.

When Xiao Fan heard the words, he glanced at his identity token. Sure enough, the three characters Zie Zhongdi clearly appeared in the 48th place.

The top fifty geniuses of the Ten Thousand Races were enough for Xiao Fan to take it seriously, but the 13 people in front of him were all in the top five hundred.

Even if he and the White Demon and You Demon are not afraid of a few people's joint attack, Qinglongyun and You Jiuming can also entangle one, but what about Yuqizi and Gongzilong?

"Now I know that I'm afraid? If I were you, get out as soon as possible!" Seeing Xiao Fan and their expressions, Shishang suddenly lost all the worry in his heart. Then he remembered that their boss is the emperor of the corpse, but they are the geniuses of the ten thousand races. Top 50 masters.

"Yuqizi, Gongzilong, you work together to deal with one." Before Xiao Fan could speak, the White Demon stepped forward in vain.

"Okay!" The two took a deep breath. Although they were afraid of each other's fame, they were afraid that there was no point at all and they could only wait for death.

"I and You Jiuming deal with two." Qing Longyun groaned, and the cold breath of him and You Jiuming instantly locked two of them.

"Zhuzha, the arrangement is good, what about us people?" Shishang sneered.

There were 13 of them, while Xiao Fan and the others had only seven, basically in a situation of one enemy and two.

But Xiao Fan and the others still need two people to work together to deal with each of them. Isn't this result already doomed?

Now Xiao Fan and the others only have three people left, but they still have ten. Is it possible that the three of them have to deal with ten people?

"You Demon, how many are you right?" The White Demon said without turning his head. Facing the strong men of the Yin Spirit Race, the White Demon had an indescribable confidence.

The ghost pondered for a moment, then thought for a while and said: "Two."

Hearing this, the Nether Thirteen on the opposite side couldn't help but glance at the Nether Demon. Being able to fight one against two was already enough to make them pay attention.

Obviously, the strength of this group of people is very different. Yuqizi and Gongzilong are at the same level, Qinglongyun and You Jiuming are at the same level, and the remaining three are also at the same level.

"There are still eight people." Shishang said unhurriedly, with a playful look on Mu Ran's face.

"You deal with the corpse in the emperor, the others will give it to me?" The White Demon turned his head and looked at Xiao Fan very seriously.

Xiao Fan was taken aback, but he quickly returned to normal. He felt that the White Demon today was a little different. After a pause, he still smiled and said, "Are you sure?"

"OK!" The White Demon nodded very seriously.

"Haha, it's ridiculous. With your big cat, you dare to fight one against seven?" The dead laughed presumptuously.

He fought Xiao Fan and the others a while ago, and among this group of people, it was obviously Xiao Fan's strength that was the strongest.

Although the White Demon is not weak, it is definitely not strong enough to be one enemy seven.

Other ghost gods also sneered, and some shook their heads disdainfully, looking very boring about the massacre.

"Quick battle and quick decision." A burly yin **** headed by will speak, a pair of dark eyes without any color, and some are just ruthless and indifferent.

"Who is the Emperor in the Corpse?" Xiao Fan stepped forward and scanned the Thirteen Human Dao.

"It would be here, death!" The burly Yin Underworld God who had just given the order shouted angrily, riding his horse and raising his whip, holding a war spear in his hand.

"You are very unlucky." Xiao Fan smiled slightly, and he didn't have much interest in fighting the Emperor Zhongdi.

On the contrary, he was very interested in the White Demon. He really didn't know where the White Demon's self-confidence came from, so he dared to fight one against seven.

Xiao Fan fought with the emperor in the corpse, constantly staying away from this area.

You Demon, Azure Dragon Cloud, You Jiu Ming, Yu Qizi and Gong Zilong also pestered five people to leave, leaving only the White Demon and the seven Yinling Gods on the opposite side.

"kill!"

One of the yin spirit gods will scream and kill the white devil first, and the others also leaned in carelessly. Deep in their hearts, they never put the white devil on their hearts.

With the small body of the White Demon, one shot was enough to destroy him.

"It's ridiculous, with one against seven, do you want to die a little bit faster?" Jishang sneered, and the other ghost gods also shook their heads secretly.

Seeing that the Yin Spirit God General had approached the White Demon, the blood-stained war spear in his hand pierced out angrily, and the White Demon had not moved, and everyone had seen the scene of the White Demon being killed by a spear.

however!

"Roar!"

When the war spear of the Yinling God General approached the White Demon's ten feet, the White Demon suddenly opened his mouth and roared, and the sound wave in his mouth contained a strange energy fluctuation.

At the same time, his body shape changed in vain, turning into a monster hundreds of feet high, swallowing the Yin Ling God General in one bite. "Longevity beast?" When the other Yinling Gods saw this, as if they were a ghost, they directly exclaimed.