Lan Yan Shen saw this scene but didn't think so, raised his hand and smashed all the yin qi with a wave of his hand, and then smashed his fist on the male ghost's face.

  The figure was beaten by Lan Yanshen a lot more illusory, and the male ghost finally saw Lan Yanshen's departure at this moment, and he was so frightened that he flew up, and the two brothers turned into smoke at the same time and disappeared.

  Looking at the cold mist around him, Lan Yanshen's expression became even colder, and he walked forward step by step.

  The mist that was trying to trap him was a little fearful, and if any of them had the courage to attack, they would be immediately pinched by Lan Yanshen, and then with a pinch of his hands, the mist would dissipate into nothing and disappear into the air.

  found that the surrounding fog was actually condensed by the bodies of ghosts, Lan Yanshen's movements were faster, and he quickly screwed the surrounding fog little by little, not listening to the ghosts' shouts of crying fathers and mothers, and continued to follow the breath in an orderly manner, approaching the direction where Wen Yusoft was.

  At the same time, Wen Yusoft was also caught in a wheel war.

  "Hee-hee-hee-hee, Yu'er, come play, come play!" I saw a ghost transformed into Wen Siyuan's appearance flying in the air, and at this time, it grabbed a blade condensed by yin qi in its hand and stabbed straight at Wen Yu.

  Seeing these disgusting things actually pretending to be his own family, Wen Yu was furious, and waved the peach wood sword in his hand even harder, trying to chop all the ghost things in front of him into shreds.

  It's a pity that all the fog surrounding her at this time is condensed by ghosts, and at this time, these ghosts are overwhelming, making people unguardable.

  Wen Yusoft killed the ghost in front of him, and the left side was sneak attacked, and the corners of an old woman's ghost lips hooked up a smirk, and her sharp nails stabbed straight at Wen Yuruan's flank.

  Wen Yu's heart trembled, took out the Qiankun stick, fell heavily, smashed the old woman's arm, and flew up to infuse spiritual power to kick it into slag.

  Everything was so fast, so fast that it was dazzling, and Wen Yusoft kept dealing with the ghost in front of her, until she was tired and panting, and she never stopped.

  The ghosts around her were still laughing, and they surrounded Wen Yusoft, singing the strange ballad of the singer in her ear like a madman, and the wild laughter echoed like a death knell ringing in the depths of hell.

  Wen Yusoft had a Qiankun stick in one hand and a peachwood sword in the other, frantically abusing and killing ghosts, but he could never break through the fog in front of him.

  The strength of the ghosts in this murderous mansion is not super strong, but there are too many of them, and there are hundreds of them around Wen Yusoft at the moment, and they keep shooting, so that Wen Yusoft just has to do his best to deal with them, and has to speed up the speed of respect in his hand more and more.

  Lan Yanshen couldn't be found anywhere, and Wen Yusoft's heart was suddenly filled with worry, worried that Lan Yanshen would be in danger.

  The more uneasy he is, the more fierce the attack becomes, and Wen Yusoft's every movement is merciless, with the courage to almost smash people and ghosts, and continues to torture and kill.

  Two punches are hard to beat four hands, Wen Yusoft was careless, and several ghosts found an opportunity, and shot at the same time, finally cutting the delicate skin of Wen Yusoft's arm.

  Blood seeped out, and the yin qi penetrated into the body along the wound, and Wen Yusoft smashed it down with a stick, but he never thought that those ghosts were actually dodging, and then screamed happily.