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

Huang Jingwawa was behind the old monk. When he heard Xiong Zhenwei blaming his grandmother, he couldn't help but start talking again.

"Xiong Da, where's Xiong Da? Where did Xiong Da go? Do you still care about your father? What right does he have to say that about our Huang Jing's grandmother? If you have the ability, let your father go and capture the southern ghosts by himself. Is it wrong for our Huang Jing's grandmother to help you catch the ghosts?"

While the Huangjing baby was still chattering, Xu Zhenfeng had already seen Big Bear.

Xiong Da brought Xiong Le'er, Xiang Rou'er and several other leaders of the tribe to carry monsters, and surrounded a group of demons, protecting Lang Du and the others as they were frantically attacking the monsters.

Seeing that Langdu, Xiongda and the others were safe and sound, Xu Zhenfeng felt relieved.

The Huangjing baby here is still chirping.

"You think you're so great, Big Bear Monster? You're so powerful, why do you come up on your own? We Huangjing have never seen such an unreasonable monster. Don't tell us you're a monster from Monster Mountain when you go out. We Huangjing can't afford to lose that monster..."

The old monk carried the little thing on his back, and his ears were filled with the little guy's constant mumbling.

"Ancestor, my little ancestor, please withdraw your magical powers. Didn't you see that the Bear Clan Leader is silent? Just say less. Otherwise, the Southern Ghost Emperor will be fine, and the old monk will pass away first, and you will be the first to take credit."

Xiong Zhenwei ignored Xiao Huangjing and just buried his head to withstand most of the attacks from the Southern Ghost Emperor.

Huang Jing, however, did not listen to the old monk at all. He continued to mutter, "Isn't it just a little ghost? From the south or the north? It's not like our Huang Jing's grandmother hasn't killed one before."

You have so many powerful demons and couldn't take him down, and you're blaming our Huang Jing's grandmother for being nosy? A few days ago, a bastard called Northern Ghost was slapped by our Huang Jing's grandmother and was forced to kneel on the ground, begging for mercy.

What’s so strange about this little southern devil? Just wait and see, when this little southern devil kneels on the ground and desperately begs for mercy from us Huang Jing…”

"Shut up, you little monster."

The Southern Ghost King was so angry that he couldn't bear it anymore. He suddenly stretched out one arm and grabbed the head of the Huangjing doll on the old monk's back.

At this moment, Lang Wumiao regained his original form and leaped away, slipping away from the outstretched arm of the Southern Ghost Emperor.

Then a scream was heard from the Southern Ghost Emperor, and his originally outstretched arm had been bitten off by Wolf Wumiao, with ghost energy spewing out of the broken arm.

The Southern Ghost Emperor screamed while transforming into another arm. He suppressed his anger and dared not be careless again.

Huang Jingwawa was also frightened at first by the big hand stretched out by the Southern Ghost Emperor. After seeing Lang Wumiao bite off his arm, he immediately cheered up and made a "Pooh" sound.

"I was wondering what this southern brat was up to. He scared your Huang Jing grandpa, so what? Did he get away with it? Where did one of his arms go? Could it be that he couldn't beat our Huang Jing grandma, so he got so angry that he cut off his own arm?

This isn't enough, Southern Ghost. You need to learn from your brother, the Northern Ghost, and kneel down and beg us Huang Jing to spare your life. Maybe we Huang Jing can even plead with Grandma to let you go soon, lest you be captured and tortured in the underworld...

The Southern Ghost Emperor was annoyed to the extreme by the chattering Huangjing Baby, and he felt his forehead throbbing.

His strength was originally the strongest among the five Ghost Emperors, and after devouring the Western Ghost Emperor, his strength increased again.

As long as he slows down for a moment, he can find a flaw under the siege of the big monsters and escape and hide. In this underworld, as long as he wants to hide, no one can find him.

Who knew that his defense would be broken by a little monster with a sharp mouth and viciousness?

The Huangjing baby was still chattering non-stop, and the Southern Ghost Emperor's mind was filled with the words he was muttering, "Little Southern ghost, kneel down quickly and beg bitterly, our Huangjing will spare your life..."

Just when the Southern Ghost Emperor was feeling dizzy, Lang Wumiao and another tiger monster, Hu Wei, found an opportunity, flew up at the same time, bit the Southern Ghost Emperor's arms on both sides, and tore them back at the same time.

After another miserable roar, the Southern Ghost Emperor's two arms were torn off.

Before he could conjure up two more arms, the lion demon seized the opportunity and flew over from behind. With one slap, he slapped the Southern Ghost Emperor's head, causing it to twist twice. Then, his legs were torn off.

As the Southern Ghost Emperor's legs were gone, an exquisite stone box fell out from his body.

Xu Zhenfeng had been looking for an attack opportunity on the periphery. He just happened to fly over at this moment, picked up the box, and flashed out of the circle again.

He picked up the box and took a closer look. Although it was just a stone box, there were exquisite runes carved on the surface of the box and it was inlaid with many colorful gems.

Xu Zhenfeng had an idea and opened the box. Inside was a miniature courtyard sculpture that was extremely small.

In that miniature courtyard, a small black dot jumped out as the box opened.

After the black dot jumped out of the box, it immediately grew larger, forming a puff of black smoke. Then the black smoke condensed and transformed into the appearance of a black-robed old man about sixty years old.