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Chapter 409 Yinshan Ghost King
The instinct to devour other remnant souls seems to be greater than anything else.

Even though he was bound by these chains that were like strange pythons and dragons, he was still struggling hard.

"Whoa."

"Whoa, whoa."

Under the fierce struggle of the incompetent spirit, the chain made a loud noise.

Even these chains blessed by the Eighteenth Level of Hell were still unable to bind the remnant soul of Wu Mian Sheng. He dragged the chains and still devoured the remnant soul.

"Grandma has a leg!"

"You won't give up until all these remnant souls are swallowed up, right?" Lin Yuan cursed.

Wu Meng Sheng was a second-level strongman during his lifetime. Lin Yuan suspected that the remnant soul of Wu Meng Sheng probably inherited some of Wu Meng Sheng's abilities.

Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible for him to be bound by the chains he had condensed with the power of the eighteen levels of hell.

However, we can't let him continue to devour other remnant souls, right?

Lin Yuan wants to collect souls to fill his eighteen levels of hell.

According to what Bai Lao said, the more souls there are in the eighteen levels of hell, the stronger one will be.

Now, the scourge of Incompetent Souls has come uninvited. If he continues like this, won't it mean that no matter how many souls he collects, he will eventually eat them?
Oh shit?

By then, wouldn’t my work have been in vain?

I have been busy for a long time, all working for Wu Ming Sheng Remnant Soul.

The most important thing is that this thing is darker than capitalists!
After he eats it and wipes it clean, he will not get any benefit at all!

Lin Yuan had a dark face, looking at the incompetent Sheng Zhanhun who was dragging a heavy chain and trying to devour the residual soul. He thought to himself, if the chain can't tie you down, then fine, I'll pin you down at the bottom of the mountain.

Lin Yuan's thoughts moved, and the chains binding the remnant soul of Wu Wen Sheng began to shrink rapidly, and they continued to exert force, dragging Wu Wen Sheng's flying gallop.

Soon, these chains dragged Wu Mian Sheng to the foot of a big mountain.

This mountain is called Yinshan.

Yinshan was not formed by Lin Yuan condensing the power of the eighteen levels of hell, but by the dean when he inscribed the eighteen levels of hell on Lin Yuan's soul.

Strictly speaking, Yinshan Mountain is also part of the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

With a thought from Lin Yuan, a gap opened up on the Yin Mountain. Then, with a strong swing of the chain, the remnant soul of Incompetent Victory was thrown into the gap.

The next moment, the cracks closed, and the remnant soul of Incompetent Victory was suppressed inside.

"Boom."

"Boom."

However, even though he was trapped under the Yin Mountain, the incompetent soul was still dishonest.

He kept struggling at the foot of the mountain, as if he was trying to lift the Yinshan Mountain and escape from it.

Lin Yuan's face became more and more ugly. What on earth is this?
Just a remnant soul is so powerful.

At this moment, Lin Yuan had a feeling that the mountain could not hold him down.

If it were true incompetence that defeated resurrection, Lin Yuan would naturally not be his opponent.

However, how could this mere remnant soul overturn Yinshan Mountain?

However, regardless of the reason, the Yinshan Mountain is indeed constantly rising and falling, and the rocks are constantly shaking off.

If this continues, Lin Yuan will not be able to live in peace at all.

Lin Yuan could not continue to be in a stalemate with Wu Mian Sheng Zhan Hun in these eighteen levels of hell.

In desperation, he could only try to expel the remnant soul of Incompetent Victory, but he still couldn't do it.

Suddenly, an idea came into Lin Yuan's mind.

Since it is impossible to expel and suppress, what about recruiting people?

Lin Yuan is the master of the eighteen levels of hell. It stands to reason that he can pardon the incompetent souls and become the evil deeds in the eighteen levels of hell.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan immediately said: "I can't win. From today on, I will designate you as the Ghost King of Yin Mountain and be responsible for guarding Yin Mountain." "In the future, for all the wronged souls who enter the eighteen levels of hell, you can choose the evil one. Choose one to devour.”

Lin Yuan tried to recruit the invincible remnant soul, and the salary he gave him was one-tenth of the remnant soul that would enter the eighteenth level of hell in the future.

After Lin Yuan finished speaking, the whimpering sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling came from the eighteen levels of hell.

Immediately afterwards, a black light was seen shining on the body of Wu Ming Sheng Remnant Soul.

Subsequently, Wu Ming Sheng's remnant soul also changed.

A pair of broken armor appeared on his body, and a giant mountain-climbing ax appeared in his hand.

Lin Yuan could clearly feel that he could now control the Incompetent Victory Remnant Soul. No, it should be said that the Ghost King of Yinshan was fighting for him.

Tier [-]?

Lin Yuan could clearly feel the strength of the Yinshan Ghost King. A third-level powerhouse, he was even stronger than himself now.

The only pity is that after he became the Ghost King of Yinshan Mountain, he could only move around in the eighteen levels of hell.

It cannot appear in the real world like the black and white impermanence and bull-headed and horse-faced things manifested by the tattoo ability.

But it was enough. There was a ghost king from Yinshan who was in charge of the eighteenth level of hell. In the future, if he gathered powerful souls and entered the eighteenth level of hell, Lin Yuan would not be afraid of his troubles.

In the eighteenth level of hell, Lin Yuan was still immersed in the joy of regaining the Ghost King of Yinshan Mountain.

As everyone knows, danger is approaching.

outside world.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged, his consciousness manifesting in the eighteenth level of hell. At this time, his defense was zero, and he relied entirely on Kong Aotian to protect him.

"Hey!"

"I don't know if Lin Yuan can succeed. After all, Incompetent Victory is at the peak of the second level. Even a remnant soul cannot be underestimated." Kong Aotian was worried at the moment.

At this time, the six-winged mosquito also found Lin Yuan's location through the restrictions in the human race bag.

In the darkness, he looked at Lin Yuan sitting cross-legged and said to himself, "That's the kid."

"As long as I kill him, the restrictions in the human race bag will disappear, and this baby will truly belong to me."

After thinking of this, the short spear appeared in the hand of Six-winged Mosquito.

This short spear was transformed from his mosquito mouth. It was extremely sharp and could even penetrate defenses one level higher than his.

Back then, he relied on the sharpness of the mosquito's mouth to eat three out of the twelve lotuses of the Buddha.

The Six-winged Yin Mosquito wanted to take action with a gun, but he felt that once he took action, he might alert Lin Yuan and the protector.

At that time, one versus two, he had no chance of winning.

After thinking of this, the short spear in his hand changed into an arrow, and then the six wings on his back turned into a hard bow.

The six-winged mosquito stretched its bow and shot an arrow at Lin Yuan.

The arrow shot extremely cunningly, as if it had penetrated the void and suddenly appeared in front of Lin Yuan.

When he saw the arrow, Kong Aotian had no time to react.

Say it's too late, it's too soon.

Just when the arrow was about to hit Lin Yuan's head, Kong Aotian almost subconsciously blocked Lin Yuan's face.

Lin Yuan was sitting cross-legged, and Kong Aotian was standing to block the arrow for him.

This also resulted in the arrow that was originally shot at Lin Yuan's head hitting Kong Aotian's lower abdomen.

At the same time, in the Peacock Daming King Dojo, a roar resounded throughout the world.

"How brave!"

"Who dares to hurt my daughter!"

(End of this chapter)