An alchemy furnace fell from the sky

In fact, if you don't pay attention to the ghosts coming and going, and don't listen to the howling of ghosts coming from the hall, just looking at this Hall of Yama, it doesn't seem very gloomy.

Xu Fu couldn't describe his feelings at this moment. He never expected that he would come to Yama Palace under such circumstances. He couldn't even dream of this.

As soon as he entered the Yama Palace, Xu Fu discovered that the ghost behind him no longer needed guidance and walked straight into the depths of the Yama Palace.

The Yama Palace was supported by stone pillars at intervals. The top floor was obscured by a thick aura of death, so it was hard to tell how high it was. Apart from the ghost messengers coming and going, there was no one else, and it looked empty.

After walking a few dozen steps into the hall, Xu Fu saw another huge table.

The table was similar to the one in the first hall, but there was no one in front of or behind the table, and the ghosts and spirits had all gone.

Xu Fu was delighted, and seeing that there was no one around, he climbed up the table with a little effort.

The table was as high as the courtyard wall of a wealthy family. Xu Fu leaned his head over it expectantly and found that there were many objects on the table, including a book.

Climbing over the table, Xu Fu excitedly picked up the book and started flipping through it, only to find that the book was completely blank.

"Isn't it the Book of Life and Death?"

Xu Fu's heart tightened. The Book of Life and Death was on the desk of King Yama. Li Hongwei told him this in person. How could it turn out like this?

"You're here to look for the Book of Life and Death again!"

Before Xu Fu could figure out what was going on, he heard a voice coming from above.

When Xu Fu looked up, he saw a white mourning stick coming out from the deathly aura above and heading straight towards him.

The mourning stick came very fast, and Xu Fu had no time to dodge, so he had to meet it with a punch.

"Snapped!"

The mourning stick was knocked to the side and was caught by a white figure before it hit the ground.

A man was wearing a white robe and had loose hair. When he raised his head, he revealed a pale, feminine, and thin face.

"Your cultivation level is not low?"

With a chilling laugh, the man in white robe rushed towards Xu Fu with a mourning stick in his hand.

Looking at the figure of the man in white robe, Xu Fu thought that he was moving flexibly and quickly, but he did not expect that the other party was so simple and attacked directly, trying to overwhelm him by force.

Xu Fu was most willing to face such an opponent, so he immediately threw a punch at him and beat the man in white robe back.

The man in white robe retreated to his original position, not angry but laughing, looking at Xu Fu as if he was appreciating a delicious dish. He stretched out a half-foot long red tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, then rushed forward waving a mourning stick.

As soon as Xu Fu saw the white-robed man sticking out his tongue, he immediately knew who this man was. This was the famous soul-collecting messenger.

Bai Wuchang!

"My grandma's life was stolen by you!"

When Xu Fu thought of this, murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

Along with the sound of breaking wind, Xu Fu did not care about the mourning stick that was poking at his chest. He just blocked it with the back of his hand and then hit it with a tiger claw, which was a move called "Tiger Descending the Mountain" from the Dragon and Tiger Fist.

Bai Wuchang was extremely agile and quickly took a step back, then swept his mourning stick across and headed for Xu Fu's waist.

Xu Fu did not dodge or evade, and used another "tiger pounces on food" move to hit Bai Wuchang in the chest.

Seeing Xu Fu using this life-risking fighting style, Bai Wuchang did not stop and increased the weight of the mourning stick.

After hitting Xu Fu on the waist, Bai Wuchang thought he could knock the thief away, but he didn't expect that he couldn't shake his opponent at all. He was stunned and had been hit in the chest.

Bai Wuchang flew backwards several feet, with a look of surprise on his face.

In contrast, Xu Fu's previous move clearly had the upper hand, but now his face was grim. His previous punch seemed to have hit, but in fact, most of the power had been removed by Bai Wuchang's robes. In addition, Bai Wuchang's body movements were light, so this punch that could split mountains and rocks was invisibly neutralized.

Feeling that his opponent was difficult to deal with, Xu Fu wanted to retreat. This was Yama Palace, and it was obvious that the opponent had been prepared. It seemed impossible to secretly read the Book of Life and Death, so he could only retreat temporarily.

"Quick victory!"

A cold voice came from the darkness, which scared Xu Fu. This Bai Wuchang was so difficult to deal with, and it would be even more difficult to escape if more people came.

Xu Fu immediately used his extraordinary footwork to run out of the hall.

Suddenly, Xu Fu felt his neck tighten as if something was wrapped around his neck. The cold and gloomy air in it made him shiver.

Xu Fu hurriedly grabbed and found that he was entangled by an iron chain.

When he turned around, he found that it was Bai Wuchang who did it. At this time, he was holding a mourning stick in one hand and an iron chain in the other, with a look of unsatisfied expression on his face.

Xu Fu did not dare to delay. He grabbed the chain with both hands and pulled hard.

The iron chain rattled, but was not damaged at all.

"You're not trying to break the soul-binding rope, are you?" Bai Wuchang suddenly laughed loudly. His shrill laughter echoed in the hall, adding a bit of eeriness to the feeling.

"Ghosts are vulnerable without their bodies, so it's more interesting to fight with humans. If you hadn't committed a serious crime, I would really like to fight with you a few more times."

Bai Wuchang looked at Xu Fu and sighed with regret.

Xu Fu ignored Bai Wuchang, still holding the chain around his neck with both hands, and his spiritual power was already running rapidly.

The secret of the universe!

Xu Fu felt the cold death energy being rapidly poured along his palms toward his dantian. At this point, he no longer cared about whether the death energy was harmful or not.

Just when the death energy came near the dantian, the black bead that the leader of Senluo Sect transformed into appeared again from nowhere.

All the death energy that Xu Fu took into his body was absorbed by the bead.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, in just a few breaths, most of the cold and deadly energy in the soul-catching rope was absorbed by Xu Fu. With another effort, Xu Fu broke the chain.

At the moment when the soul-catching rope broke, Xu Fu rushed out of the hall with all his strength.

"Stop!"

It was that cold voice again.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Fu saw that the exit of Yama Palace was crowded with ghost officials.

All the ghost messengers pointed their weapons at Xu Fu.

Xu Fu didn't care and let those ghost messengers hit him with their weapons. He was like a huge rock rolling down from the top of a mountain, rushing forward and knocking away the dozen ghost messengers in front of him. The next moment, he had already rushed outside the Yama Palace.

Xu Fu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to run away when he saw a man suddenly appear in the middle of the road.

The man was dressed in black, short and strong, with a face like the bottom of a pot. He had a pair of very bright eyes and looked at Xu Fu sharply.

No need to guess, this person must be the Black Impermanence who is inseparable from the White Impermanence.

Hei Wuchang just stood in front of Xu Fu, and Xu Fu inexplicably felt a chill on his back, and he didn't even have the idea of ​​fighting against him.

"Danger!"

Xu Fu said this in his heart, and was about to use his skills to leave.

When I turned around, I found that there was a person standing on the other side of the road.

The man looked like a frail accountant, with three long wisps of beard and a righteous face. In his right hand he held a large brush more than two feet long, and in his left hand he held a book that was glowing with light.

Xu Fu was slightly stunned, not because he was amazed at the other party's cultivation, but because he was attracted by the book in the man's hand.

"Book of Life and Death!"