“My lord, have mercy!” A whistle came from afar.

Then you can see a shadow as far as the wind and the electricity of the wind, stopping in front of the emperor and the cold night.

He was only in his early forties and even younger than Cao Wendo.

But the frost in his eyes made him look as if he was already very old.

Seeing this man, many people in the ghost market shouted joyfully.

“Lord Yan! It's Lord Yan! ”

“We're saved. The ghost market is saved! ”

Someone is actually the head of Haunted City in Cheyenne City, Yan Wang Xiayi.

Everyone in Ghost Market knows how powerful and terrible Yan Wang is.

Though they are also innate, five judges together are no better than a Yan Wang.

So when Xia Yi arrived, all the ghosts thought they were saved. One by one almost cried with joy.

What shocked them, however.

Xia Yi saw the emperor, instead of engaging in fury, he revealed a frightening and alert look.

Even instinctively took a step back at the foot.

His face changed and eventually slowed down. “Xiayi Yan Wang, in the lower haunted city, what is your name? If there is any offense in my ghost market, I hope Your Highness will raise your hands and let us go. As long as it's within our capabilities, I'm willing to make any compensation! ”

Once Xia Yi said this, the ghosts around him breathed a sip of cool air, and his face grew paler and more frightened.

Even King Yan is afraid of that. Who is this man?

What kind of Sha Xing did they mess with?

Cold night smiled and walked forward: “Compensation? You hurt my wife with your hands, you think you can make amends? ”

Xia Yi heard that an old sip of blood was stuck in her throat and she couldn't even throw up.

He had just seen the girl with the Emperor in his arms, who, although in a coma, had just fallen out of thin air and had not been hurt at all.

And your own ghost market? Not only did five judges die, but half of the buildings collapse, and all the treasures were lost in a clean and clean manner, which can be described as heavy losses.

Isn't he supposed to make it up to you?

Cold Night sneered: "Now that you have nothing to say, let's all die and apologize for my wife's compensation! ”

In the talking room, the long sword sheathed and the cold flashed.

Without emperors, it was just a cold night that suppressed 90% of the cultivation. It had shaken Xia Yi and all the ghosts to despair.

“Wait... wait!” Suddenly, an old voice trembled and remembered, "Judge Xu was the one who surrounded Miss Jun. Me and Miss Rusmoke, we all want to save Miss Jun. Please show mercy and give us a way to the ghost market! ”

After Xia Yi came in, Tao pounded on his knees and prayed all over his face.

The cold night squinted, “You saved my wife? ”

“Yes, yes! Little ones can break through the bottleneck, thanks to Miss Jun's medicine, Miss Jun is grateful to me and Miss Smoke, how can we watch Miss Jun die!” Old Tao swears by God, “I swear, everything I say is true, please believe me! ”

Old Tao went out to ask for help, it was Yan Wang Xiayi.

Because he had a small affection for Xia Yi when he was young, Old Tao could not be repaired for so many years, but could also stay in Haunted Market.