This is why the Yan family has always been mysterious in the Empire for thousands of years.

Others don't know.

What are the forces of the Yan family that are different from the spiritual force and the force.

Young master Yan sat in his chair with a smile. His dark peach eyes were like the stars in the night, shining with bright starlight.

The boy sat there like a king inspecting the territory.

Handsome.

Noble and elegant.

Invisible, there was a cold and domineering atmosphere surrounding her.

"Ben Shuai can give you another chance."

Yantao casually knocked on the chair with his fingers and smiled cunningly: "this is the last time. You can grasp it."

Fake Yantao stood in the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

The ghost laugh was so sad that he trembled all over.

The unknown is always the most terrible.

He suddenly closed his eyes and suddenly opened them the next moment. His energy gathered on his right fist and blasted at the group of Yin ghosts gathered together.

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

"Boom!"

This fist. The knot smashed firmly on several ferocious ghost faces.

The half illusory faces of evil spirits burst open in the air like broken glass.

It turns into countless light spots and dissipates cleanly.

The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling around fake Yantao seemed to be lower.

It's just that the breath he just let go hasn't completely vomited out.

The ghosts who broke into countless petals in front of him turned into faces again and laughed at him.

"... Jie Jie Jie......"

"You can't kill us..."

"I will haunt you forever..."

"Pestering you..."

The cold ghost sound echoed in this space.

Fake Yantao only felt that the temperature around him was getting lower and lower.

He threw out some unbearable punches.

This time, there was no pause in his fist.

Punch after punch.

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

Just

The fist that could smash the stone went straight through the body of the Yin ghost.

Physical attacks are of no use.

Young master Yan sat quietly in his chair with a smile on his face. He looked at the fake Yan Tao in the opposite as if he were crazy beating Yin ghosts.

And stop talking.

Until all the strength on fake Yantao was Han Guang.

He withdrew his fist with some exhaustion and staggered back a few steps.

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

However, he moved, and the ghosts followed.

The ghost laughter of Yin pity kept echoing in my ears.

Fake Yantao gasped and looked at the opposite Yantao involuntarily.

Thinking of what she just said,

From then on, every minute, every moment, these Yin ghosts will follow him.

It's like gangrene with bones. It's haunting

That kind of life was just such a thought, and he couldn't help getting cold.

In the past, these things were just invisible. I just felt that the temperature around me was a little low.

When I really saw it, even if he climbed out of the sea of blood, he couldn't help creeping.

Fake Yantao clenched his fist: "what do you want me to do?"

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

"... put them away first."

Fake Yantao spoke in a low tone.

"Yes."

Master Yan brushed his left hand, and the light of the seven star sword flashed by.