This is also the reason why the Yan family has always been able to remain mysterious in the empire for thousands of years.

No one else knows.

What are the powers of the Yan family that are different from those other than spiritual power and the Force.

Young Master Yan sat on the chair with a smile, his dark peach blossom eyes were like the starry sky in the night, shining with bright stars.

The boy sat there as if he were a king inspecting the realm.

Handsome appearance.

Extravagant and elegant.

Invisibly, there was a cold and domineering aura surrounding her.

"Ben Shuai can give you another chance."

Yan Tao's fingers knocked down the chair carelessly, and smiled cunning and treacherous: "This is the last time, you take advantage of it." ”

Fake Yan Tao stood in the ghost crying wolf howl.

The ghostly laughter was so terrible that it made him tremble.

The unknown is always the scariest.

He closed his eyes suddenly, and the next moment he suddenly opened them, and the energy gathered on his right fist, and slammed into the group of yin ghosts gathered in one place.

The voice was cold and shouted: "If I can kill you the first time, there will definitely be a second time!" ”

"Boom!"

This fist. It smashed firmly into the faces of several hideous ghosts.

Those half-illusory demon faces exploded in the air in an instant, like broken glass.

It turns into countless points of light, and dissipates cleanly.

The sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls around the fake Yan Tao seemed to be a little lower.

It's just that the breath he just let go of hasn't been fully exhaled yet.

The demons in front of him, shattered into countless petals, turned into faces again, and laughed arrogantly at him.

“…… ......"

"You can't kill our ......"

"I'll haunt you forever......"

"Haunting your ......"

The cold ghost voice echoed in this space.

Fake Yan Tao only felt that the temperature around him was getting lower and lower, getting lower and lower.

He threw a punch out with some unbearable difficulty.

This time, there was no pause in his fists.

Punch after punch.

A punch is faster than a punch, and a punch is heavier than a punch.

It's just that......

The fist, which was completely capable of shattering stones, pierced directly through the body of the Yin Demon.

Physical attack, no use.

Young Master Yan sat on the chair calmly, his eyebrows seemed to be smiling, and he looked at the fake Yan Tao on the opposite side as if he were frantically bombarding the Yin Ghost.

Nor do they speak again.

Wait until the strength on the fake Yan Tao is all Hanguang.

With some exhaustion, he withdrew his fist and staggered back a few steps.

Reaching out to hold on to the table, he barely managed to stabilize his body.

However, he moved, and so did the ghosts.

The ghostly laughter kept echoing in my ears.

The fake Yan Tao snorted and panted, and involuntarily looked at Yan Tao opposite.

Thinking of what she had just said,

From then on, every minute, every moment, these yin ghosts would follow him.

Like a bone appendage, it follows like a shadow, and the ghost does not disperse......

Just thinking about that kind of life like this, he couldn't help but feel chills in his body.

In the past, I couldn't see these things, but I felt that the temperature around me was a little low.

When he really saw it, even if he crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood, he couldn't help but feel creepy.

Fake Yan Tao clenched his fists: "What do you want me to do?" ”

"It's very simple, tell me the old emperor's plan."

“…… You put them away first. ”

Fake Yan Tao spoke in a low tone.

"Yes."

Young Master Yan flicked his left hand, and the sword light of the Seven Star Sword flashed.

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