Chapter 1838 Nether Palm

Chapter 1837

The soul-locking chain was shot again, and the chain was drawn to the body of the dead man. In the same way, first strip his soul and soul, and then Xia Yuanqiu threw it into the soul-refining cauldron, refining it to nothingness.

In less than half a cup of tea, the four right-hand men around Jiang Du were completely eradicated. Jiang Du was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the right-hand man he had carefully cultivated was gone like this?

What is the iron chain in that guy's hand? How did he manage to kill someone who was already a dead body?

And the cauldron in Xia Yuanqiu's hand exuded a terrifying aura that made people feel daunted.

Zhu Yan looked at Jiang Du who was in a daze, and said, "Aren't you going to kill us? Why don't you do it?"

Provocation? This is undoubtedly provocation!

Jiang Du is used to domineering recently, how can he stand such a provocation?

Besides, he didn't think that the other party could defeat him. Just because they could defeat his subordinates didn't mean they could defeat him in the same way.

With a big wave of Jiang Du's hand, his body quickly rushed towards Yuan Jun, black air lingered between his palms, forming a very strange handprint.

When Yuan Jun saw the handprint, he immediately frowned, turned sideways to avoid Jiang Du's palm, and then said, "The Nether Palm? Who taught you?"

Jiang Du snorted, "For you have some knowledge, you even know Nether Palm."

"Quickly tell me, who taught you?" Yuan Jun said in a deep voice

Jiang Du sneered, "If you can beat me, the winner will be king, I will tell you. But if someone can't beat me, then I'm sorry, you can ask Lord Yama."

"Humph—arrogance and ignorance!" Yuan Jun quickly put away the soul chain, and formed a seal on his palm, wisps of black air overflowed from his palm, lingering around his entire palm.

Jiang Du's eyes widened, and he said in surprise: "The Nether Palm? You also know the Nether Palm?"

Yuan Jundao: "This is the real Nether Palm. What are you? A third-rate second-rate guy taught you, right?" Although his tone was relaxed, his heart was very heavy. In the underworld, anyone who can learn Nether Palm is definitely not It will be an ordinary underworld official, at least the official rank is also underworld division or the like.

Jiang can learn Nether Palm, and he also knows how to refine evil soul puppets. Obviously, behind him, there is a traitor from the underworld.

Jiang Du was furious, and the Nether Palm attacked again: "I want to see today who's Nether Palm was taught by a third-rate second-rate."

The black air in Jiang Du's palm became more intense as he was furious, and his facial expression was almost ferocious, like a beast that had been hungry for a long time and finally saw its prey.

Yuan Jungui is the young ruler of the underworld. All the spells of the underworld are passed down by the underworld monarch. Under Mingjun's hand-in-hand teaching, his achievements are no worse than those brothers who have been personally taught by Mingjun.

Four palms strike each other, who is strong and who is weak, you can tell with just one palm.

Jiang Du even heard the sound of his own bones cracking, and it was too late to withdraw his palm at this moment. He felt that the power of the ghost in his body was rapidly leaking into the opponent's body, and he was very anxious. Well, what he abolished is not just a pair of hands, but the whole person.

For a martial arts practitioner, this is simply a disaster.

As soon as Jiang Du gritted his teeth, he took off his arms cruelly. His arms hung limply, and he took a few big steps back quickly.

"You, who is yours?" Jiang Du asked with rounded eyes.