I traveled through time and space and became a demon. I want to be a demon god.

After Lang Wumiao said this, even the old monk was a little surprised.

He looked at Lang Wumiao, then turned to look at Yan Jun.

Suddenly, he hugged the Huangjing doll behind him in his arms and retreated more than ten steps.

The expression on Lord Yan's face also stiffened a little. He also looked at Lang Wumiao and said, "I wonder why the great demon asked me about the seal of the underworld?"

"I just want to see if you are the real Lord Yama. Bring out your Lord Yama's seal so I can see it."

After Lang Wumiao answered, he still insisted on seeing the seal of Lord Yan.

"I just unleashed the Hellfire and summoned my subordinates. This fire cannot be unleashed unless one possesses the Hell Seal..."

"I want to see the King of Hell's Seal."

Lang Wumiao interrupted Yan Jun and spoke again in a decisive tone.

Lord Yan's expression grew increasingly grim. "Lord Yan's Seal is a treasure of our underworld. How could I so easily take it out for you demons to observe?"

"You don't have the Yama Seal on you, so you are not the Yama of the Underworld. Who are you?"

While Lang Wumiao was speaking, he had already used the iron-boned wolf magic and took two steps towards King Yan.

"What a joke! I'm not Lord Yan. Could it be that you are?"

Seeing that the ghost soldiers and generals summoned by Yan Jun's ghost fire were almost at the north tower, Yan Jun simply put his hands behind his back, put on a condescending look, and continued to say to Lang Wumiao:

"Considering your contribution to my underworld, I will not hold you accountable this time. However, the laws of heaven and earth require that demons be allowed to remain in my underworld. I ask you, great demon, to leave the underworld immediately. As for your assistance, I will send a thank you gift to Demon Mountain later."

Lang Wumiao sneered as he saw more and more ghost generals leading ghost troops surrounding them.

The Qi general arrived the fastest. While still in the air, he began to speak loudly and anxiously, "Your Majesty, I am late in coming to your rescue. I deserve the death penalty."

Behind Commander Qi were a dozen or so underworld generals with similar strength to him.

As he spoke, Commander Qi had already come behind Lord Yan, knelt down, and placed his hands on the ground to plead guilty.

Although Lang Wumiao couldn't tell which side Commander Qi belonged to, she felt that she could give him a reminder. When she was about to speak, she saw Yan Jun suddenly slap the unsuspecting Commander Qi on the head with his backhand.

At this critical moment, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of the kneeling Commander Qi.

Yan Jun's palm landed on the black shadow's chest and abdomen.

With a roar that seemed to explode space, the black shadow hit by Yan Jun began to dissipate.

Although Commander Qi was kneeling on the ground with his head down, he also realized that something was wrong. He knelt on the ground and suddenly retreated several feet away. When he looked up, he saw the ghost body of his old servant Qin Laogui disappearing.

Qin Laogui faced Commander Qi. His body had been scattered until only his head remained. He opened his mouth and said to Commander Qi with difficulty, "Go quickly. He... is not Lord Yan."

After saying this, Qin Laogui's head also disappeared.

Commander Qi watched helplessly as the loyal old ghost who had followed his family for thousands of years disappeared into thin air, and he was immediately filled with rage.

He believed what Qin Laogui said. Since he said that the person in front of him was not King Yan, then he must not be King Yan. He was about to step forward and fight.

Suddenly, he felt a cold murderous aura coming from behind him, and Commander Qi immediately turned around and slashed with a ghost knife.

He saw a ghost wearing ghost armor that even covered his face, holding a soul-calling banner, attacking him again.

At this moment, behind the ghost generals and soldiers who had rushed over quickly after seeing the King of Hell's Dark Fire, a large number of ghosts surrounded them from all directions.

Yan Jun also distanced himself from Lang Wumiao. He turned his head and glanced around, carefully looking at the group of ghost generals who followed Commander Qi.

"I put on a good show with you guys with all my patience, but all I got out of it was a bunch of you idiots."

Yan Jun's face was full of impatience.

Lang Wumiao was still standing in front of Xu Zhenfeng, fully alert, with the magic sword in his hand across his chest.