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A sound wave came out of the ghost's mouth, impacting Yang Fan's soul. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This intensity was so great that Yang Fan was almost crushed to the ground.

It's so strong, Yang Fan only felt that his brain was a mess, the sky was spinning, and he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't even distinguish between the southeast and the northwest.

Fortunately, the imprint of impermanence in the palm of his hand saved the Lord in time, exuding a terrifying aura and dispersing the attack of the ghost thing, which made Yang Fan feel better.

But Rao was also very embarrassed, and rolled on the ground a few times.

Damn, Yang Fan was a little annoyed, it was the first time he had been so embarrassed since he got the fairy world Douban.

Anger started in his heart, and the imprint of impermanence seemed to sense Yang Fan's heart, and it also exuded a more powerful aura, rushing straight towards the ghost thing.

The ghost felt that he had been provoked by a human, and that he had suffered at the hands of this human a few days earlier.

In its eyes, although Yang Fan's aura was powerful, it essentially crushed it.

But in the past few days, it has also made a lot of progress, enough to compete with Yang Fan.

With a terrible roar, the ghost thing quickly flew towards Yang Fan, looking like it was going to devour Yang Fan alive.

Well done!

Yang Fan said secretly in his heart, and then slapped his palm at the ghost thing, and the impermanence mark of his palm erupted into an inky black light, completely submerging the ghost thing.

After a few screams, the ghost thing calmed down in the black light.

Is this dead?

Yang Fan pursed his lips, indicating that this guy was too weak and didn't have fun at all.

Tsk, it is worthy of the natal mark of black impermanence, and it is essentially useful for this kind of ghost thing.

Of course, if this ghost's strength exceeds the limit, then say otherwise, otherwise, the black and impermanent deity will not be beaten by a ghost in the earth immortal realm.

Putting away his right hand, the black mangs dispersed, Yang Fan squinted, and saw that the ghost thing was motionless and dying.

Yang Fan tested it for a moment and found that the other party still didn't react, and it was estimated that he was really dead.

He took a few steps forward, and suddenly, just as he was about to walk in front of the ghost, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and quickly stopped and retreated.

Sure enough, this ghost thing did not die, but actually came back to life, not only did not die, but the momentum skyrocketed.

It stretched out its long claws and slammed them at where Yang Fan was standing.

Oh my God, this ghost thing actually knows how to pretend to be dead and sneak attack, if it weren't for Yang Fan's quick retreat, it is estimated that the claw just now would be able to directly catch Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was angry, the ghost thing was also angry, the sneak attack was unsuccessful, it let out a terrible scream again, and a hedge appeared in front of Yang Fan.

"Give me death."

Yang Fan's eyes were red, he roared, and slapped out with one palm.

But this time, Yang Fan's attack did not take effect, but was suppressed by the ghost thing, no matter how he struggled, his whole body couldn't move.

It turns out that this is all its strength, and it has been showing weakness before, fooling me?

Damn, I didn't pretend to be forced if I knew this.

Looking at the ghost claws that were as black as ink and pointed at his head, Yang Fan's mouth was bitter, this is going to die?

Just kidding, my life has just begun, and my wife hasn't taken it yet, so how can it end like this.

Yang Fan was unhappy in his heart, and suddenly, he felt that the imprint of impermanence in his palm seemed to be sensitive, and he sensed Yang Fan's unwillingness, and a powerful force was converging.

The power reaches its peak in an instant.

With a 'boom', Yang Fan's mind fluttered, and behind him, a huge black phantom directly transformed.

"Impermanence?"

Yang Fan squinted his eyes, staring at some familiar black phantoms behind him, his whole body was out of strength, and his head was even more groggy, as if his body bones had been hollowed out, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks.

This is a manifestation of the draining of mental power.

Although the cost is a little bigger, the effect is also obvious, as soon as the impermanence phantom appears, it directly suppresses the ghost.

It screamed, but it was powerless to return to the sky, and the ghost energy on its body dissipated little by little, gradually weakening.

……

Ten minutes later, the ghost thing had been completely suppressed, and all the ghost qi on his body had dispersed, and he was pitifully weak, shrinking in mid-air, looking at Yang Fan in horror.

Then, the impermanence phantom lightly pointed out and pointed at the ghost.

It trembled, and with an extremely reluctant expression, it flew into Yang Fan's palm, to be precise, in the imprint of impermanence.

Finally completely suppressed, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, the black phantom behind him slowly faded until it completely disappeared.

After resting for a while, Yang Fan stood up and extracted the bottle of Baihua Yulu from his mobile phone.

Now that the ghost thing has been eliminated, the old man is safe, and he only needs to restore his vitality to make him wake up.

Opening the cap of the bottle, Yang Fan dropped seven or eight drops of Baihua Jade Dew in the old man's mouth, watching the black qi in his body slowly dissipate.

Finally done, Yang Fan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and then a sense of sleepiness swept over, and as soon as his head sank, he fell to the ground.

……

When he woke up again, Yang Fan opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was a good-looking big face and a pair of big eyes like obsidian.

"Uncle Xiao Yang, you're awake, Yuanyuan is so worried about you." The little girl smiled sweetly, and her immature face was full of joy.

"Ahem, how long did I sleep?" Yang Fan asked.

"It's been a whole day and a night, I thought Uncle Xiao Yang wouldn't wake up." The little girl was crying.

"Bah, what are you talking about?" Yang Fan tapped lightly on her head, unhappy.

"Hee-hee." Yuan Yuan touched his head, smiled mischievously, and his eyes blinked.

At this moment, the door was opened, and Tang Xuan walked in with a wheelchair.

Sitting in the wheelchair was the old man of the Tang family, his complexion looked good, although his face was still pale, but he was no longer as lifeless as before.

He glanced at Yang Fan on the bed, showed a friendly smile, and then waved his hand, signaling Tang Xuan and the others.

"You guys go out first, I have something to say to this little brother."

(ps: There are a few people in the group, a friend told me today that the book friend group needs to be operated, so he usually sends some seeds in the group, welfare or something.)

He asked me to try, what are you kidding, the little carp is a good young man, and of course a hundred people disagree with this kind of filthy thing.

But looking at the few people in the group, the little carp could only learn from him with tears in his eyes.

Ahem, the following seed group number: 512425541, you know! ）