"Boom, the little doll old man is Yan Ming! Today, I am entrusted by someone, and Terrell is a dog!" Yan Ming looked at Wang An and said.

"Yan Ming! You are the traitor of the Hades Palace, Yan Ming!"

As soon as he heard the word Yanming, Wang An's eyelids jumped, and he stared at the other party a little nervously.

The Hades Hall is a second-rate demon gate in the Southern Regions, and this Yan Ming is their traitor, and it is said that because he stole the core exercises of the Eye King Palace, he has been hunted down and killed by the Hades Palace.

After Yan Ming rebelled out of the Hades Palace, he did all kinds of evil in the Southern Regions, burning, killing, plundering, and eating both good and evil, so this person was notorious in the entire Southern Regions.

However, this Yan Ming has the cultivation of a false pill, so ordinary foundation building consummation monks can't take him down, and as for Jin Dan monks, they don't care about him at all, so he has been prosperous for so many years.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

Traitor has always been a pain in Yan Ming's heart, and at this moment, Wang An said that he was a traitor, and he was suddenly furious.

I saw him raise his hands, and two ink-colored rays of light shot towards Wang An.

Feeling the powerful momentum of the other party, the vastness of the abyss, Wang An's complexion changed, his body was blurred for a while, and the whole person moved three meters horizontally.

"Poof!"

The two rays of light disappeared in a flash, directly into the dirt, and two terrifying small holes the thickness of thumbs appeared where the light disappeared.

I saw Wang An's eyes glaze out, and a powerful aura surged up on his body, and a yellow halo instantly swept over him, and his skin turned into a simple brass color in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, you're not simple! This momentum is not inferior to that of a person on the twelfth floor of the foundation!" Yan Ming looked at Wang An with some surprise.

"Hmph, but you can't help the old man with your skills!" Yan Ming squeezed out an expression that seemed to be smiling rather than crying on his dry face.

After speaking, I saw Yan Ming pat his waist, and a jet-black three-inch banner suddenly suspended in front of him.

Swirling, Yan Ming had words in his mouth, only to see him finger a little small banner in front of him, this banner grew in the wind, and instantly turned into more than three feet big, only to see a huge bone pattern in the middle of this banner, surrounded by mysterious runes.

A cold, terrifying aura instantly enveloped the surroundings, and a terrible scream faintly came from this banner.

"Boom, try how powerful my Hundred Soul Banner is!"

Yan Ming pointed his finger, and the ink-colored Hundred Soul Banners in the air moved, and in an instant, a gust of yin wind blew, and black gas rushed out of the Hundred Soul Banners in the air with a whistling sound.

This black gas is cold and weird, there are hundreds of ways, and each black gas has a terrible howl, as if every black gas is a fierce ghost!

The Soul Banner is a terrifying magic weapon of the Demon Gate, this magic weapon is extremely vicious, and the soul of the monk must be collected to become powerful.

There are also very strict requirements for the soul of monks, and generally only the soul of monks who have built a foundation and above can receive it.

The Hundred Soul Banner on the side of Yan Ming must have absorbed the souls of no less than a hundred foundation building monks to have the power it has today.

"Huh!

Wang An's face remained unchanged, only to see him raise his hands, and suddenly there was a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and thunder and lightning instantly slashed at those powerful ghosts.

"Ahhh

The moment the thunder and lightning touched the black gas, a terrible scream came from the black gas, which was sharp and piercing, making people feel creepy.

"Ah, you're a Thunder Monk!" Yan Ming was suddenly taken aback by this scene.

"Haha, it's a surprise!" Wang An looked at the other party calmly.

"Hmph, although the thunder spell is the nemesis of my murderous soul, your small second-layer foundation building monk is nothing more than a drop in the bucket. ”

Yan Ming said disapprehantly, only to see him finger a little, a trace of spiritual energy was instantly injected into the Hundred Soul Banner in the air, and the next moment, those blurred ghosts once again flashed with a black halo and rushed towards Wang An.

"Humph!"

"Golden Thunder Boom!"

"Heavenly Fire God Thunder!"

Wang An snorted coldly, only to see him raise his hands, and a gold and red two-color thunderbolt instantly fell in the air.

This thunder and lightning is like a huge net, the thunder flashes, and the spiritual pressure soars to the sky.

"Oh no! This is a consummation-level lightning spell!"

Seeing the momentum of Wang An's move, Yan Ming's eyelids jumped, and he shouted in his heart that he was going to suffer, and it was too late to withdraw his powerful ghost.

"Crackling!"

"Roar, ah!"

After a loud sound, there were loud screams in the air, and those terrible ghosts seemed to have been put into an oil pot and exploded, and they panicked and fled in all directions.

"You actually dare to hurt my powerful ghost!" Seeing the Hundred Soul Banner whose demonic aura had faded, Yan Ying was so angry that he jumped like thunder.

"A hundred ghosts are in place!

I saw that Yan Ming had words in his mouth, and he played out one mysterious magic trick after another in his hand, and the hundred soul flags exuded a cold aura that made people's hearts palpitate along with Yan Ming's magic tricks.

In the blink of an eye, I saw that all the ghosts gathered together, and a tall humanoid ghost gradually formed in the air, and this ghost seemed to have begun to take on a solid form.

His body exuded an aura that was close to the False Pill, and his hollow black eyes were cast on Wang An, who suddenly felt a dangerous aura.

"Go!"

Yan Ming pointed his finger, and this humanoid ghost pounced on Wang An with a powerful yin qi.

Wang An's face turned pale, and he cast a spell again to rain down thunder and lightning on him, only to see that the humanoid ghost's body shook for a while, and he took Wang An's consummation-level spell safe and sound.

Immediately afterwards, Wang An felt uneasy, and saw this powerful ghost wave his arms lightly and slapped Wang An softly.

It seems to be light and fluttering, but the wind in the air is strong, and a momentum as heavy as Mount Tai is directly pressed over.

"Not good!"

Wang An exclaimed, and the Ancestral Witch Chaos Jue was running rapidly, and his shot was like lightning, and several thick fist shadows directly met him.

"Boom!"

After an earth-shattering sound, Wang An flew out directly.

"This is horrible!"

Wang An turned around and stood up, only to see that he was embarrassed, his clothes were tattered, revealing his brass skin.

"You're not dead!" Seeing Wang An climb up, Yan Ming was stunned and said very unexpectedly.

"Hehe, it's unexpected, right?" Wang An looked at the humanoid ghost that was unharmed, and his eyes flickered.

The blow just now was indeed huge, if it weren't for the advanced bronze body realm, Wang An wouldn't have been sure what to do.

"Hmph, I see you can still take a few tricks from him!" Yan Ming pointed his finger after speaking, and the humanoid ghost in the air pounced on Wang An again.

Facing the menacing humanoid ghost, Wang An seemed to be stunned, and stood in place expressionlessly.

Seeing that this person was in the shape of a powerful ghost, he saw a smug smile on the corner of Wang An's mouth.