I, The Judge of the Yin Department, Will Decide The Life and Death in a Shameful Form!

Bai Tongzi looked at the face that appeared on the face of Xiaoban banner, with a kind of inexplicable heart palpitations.

It seemed that he actually felt that that face was the real him.

The shadow was staring straight at Bai Tongzi, with red awns gestating in his eyes.

Before long, the red awns bred to the extreme, forming a red light, shooting towards the white boy.

He wanted to grab it, but he couldn't move a single body, so he could only let the red light hit him.

The body was shrouded in red light, Bai Tongzi's eyes gradually became chaotic, and then returned to Qingming.

When he looked at Wang Yifan again, there was only respect in his eyes, and no other thoughts.

Wang Yifan held the hoisting banner, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart. He felt as if he was holding the heart of a white boy.

Only with a thought in his heart, he could instantly take the life of Bai Tongzi.

In this way, there is no need to worry about Bai Tongzi's rebellion.

"Don't worry, as long as you do things for me with peace of mind in the future. Fifty years, 50 years later, lift the ban on you from this homing banner."

Wang Yifan said to Bai Tongzi.

He didn't deceive Bai Tongzi by this, in fact, there is no need to deceive him.

Fifty years later, as far as Bai Tongzi is concerned, it is useless for him.

What about letting go of the prohibition?

I was afraid that Bai Tongzi would not want to leave when the time came.

When Bai Tongzi heard the words, an expression of excitement flashed across his face, and he saluted Wang Yifan in various ways.

"Thank you, Master."

Fifty years is half a life for ordinary people, two generations, but for a ghost like him, fifty years is nothing at all.

Having lived for hundreds of years, he doesn't care about this mere fifty years.

The white light on the ground also dissipated at this time.

Mu Yunlong stood in front of Wuma Youyi with a giant sword in his hand, worried about what accident might happen to her.

King Wan Ming was also honest, sitting on the ground without any changes.

It's not that he doesn't want to take the opportunity to do something or run away, but that he knows exactly how perverted Wang Yifan is.

It was the magic of the flag in his hand, he didn't think he would have any chance.

As for the white boy?

Bai Tongzi leaned against Mount Mang, which was not comparable to a ghost king like him without a background.

Even if it falls into the hands of Wang Yifan, Wang Yifan will probably not embarrass him because of his Manshan identity.

He thought so until he saw Bai Tong kneeling in front of Wang Yifan and calling his master.

"What's happening here?"

He was a little confused.

Bai Tongzi is from Manshan.

There is a ghost and god in Mount Mang.

How dare Wang Yifan embarrass the white boy if he has the priesthood of Yinsi?

He was puzzled, but Wang Yifan didn't give him much time.

"Wan Ming Wang, do you choose to surrender or do I send you on the road?"

Wang Yifan looked at King Wan Ming, and the soul-recruiting flag had five positions besides the main flag.

Wan Ming Wang is a ghost king, if he is willing to surrender, it will be a great help to Wang Yifan.

As a visitor from another world, it is not easy to get a handful of people.

"Surrender, surrender, I am willing to surrender."

Wang Wan Ming said without any hesitation.

Bai Tong has surrendered, how can he dare to have other thoughts?

"Then I want to put my blood on this small streamer."

Wang Yifan once again controlled a small streamer and flew in front of Wang Wanming.

Compared with Bai Tongzi's indecision, Wang Ming was much more eager, and directly forced his blood to apply to the small banner.

He thought clearly, knowing that this must be Wang Yifan's method of restricting him.

Even, this can control his life and death.

But this situation has been reached, as long as he can survive, he can't care about other things.

After the prohibition of the soul-calling banner was planted in the body of King Wan Ming, Wang Yifan directly led several people out of the secret realm.

The source of Yin Qi in the secret and the mysterious finger, now that the finger falls into Wang Yifan's hand, the evil spirit in the secret will naturally dissipate over time.

Outside the secret, Wuma Zhanhu anxiously waited at the secret entrance.

After Wang Yifan and others entered, there was an accident in Mid Valley City.

Now the human races of Mid Valley City came to the dense forest under Lu Meng's leadership.

Although the Jungle Demon Race strongly opposed the entry of the Human Race, the Wuma Zhanhu still resisted public opinion and used his identity as the patriarch as a guarantee.

If it had been before, he might not have done it yet.

However, Wang Yifan, who is a human race, went to help solve the problem of the monster race in the enclave, if he stood by when the human race was killed.

He couldn't do this kind of thing.

"Patriarch Wuma."

At this time, every sturdy man in black armor came over.

"Has Shangxian not come out yet?"

The strong man asked, although his tone was calm, but it was not difficult to hear the anxiety hidden in it.. 0

"Has General Lumen arrange all the human races?"

Wu Ma Zhanhu asked, although he promised to let the people enter the dense forest, but he only divided a specific area for them.

The specific matters still need to be settled by Lu Meng.

"Thank you, Chief Wuma for extending a helping hand, it has been set up properly."

Lu Meng is sincerely grateful to Wu Ma Zhanhu.

Had it not been for him to persuade the many jungle monster races, he might have wondered how difficult their current human race situation would be.

"Ugh!"

Wuma Zhanhu sighed.

"Now I can only wait for the immortal to come out, otherwise I don't talk about your human race, I am afraid that the jungle monster race is also dangerous."

Lu Meng's expression darkened, his lips moved, but he didn't know what to say after all.

They had solved the malignant tumor of the Haduo family under the leadership of Wang Yifan, when everything was heading for the better.

Who knows, the direct line of the Doha family is hidden in the city.

Not only did they not dig out the Outer Mid Valley City, they were also hidden in the army.

Taking advantage of the eradication of the Doha family celebrations, the ghosts and gods pillars in the city were stolen.

Without the town ghost pillar, Mid Valley City suddenly looked like a shellless egg, directly exposed to the monster race outside the mountain.

Countless demon races outside the mountains poured in from all directions when they were celebrating their achievements, and directly attacked Mid Valley City.

In an instant, Mid Valley City, which was driving the celebration banquet, became a purgatory in an instant.

3.0　 Fortunately, Lu Meng and his army have always had strict discipline.

When celebrating the victory, there are strict regulations on the amount of alcohol to drink, so be patient to stay sober.

Under his leadership, the army protected the human race from killing all the way from Mid Valley City.

Although many human races were sacrificed, they escaped.

Thinking of this in his mind, Lu Meng's expression grew dim.

Mid Valley City was built by generations of ancestors who spent countless hard work, and now it is destroyed in his hands.

"It would be nice if I was more cautious."

Lu Meng whispered.

"General Lu doesn't need to blame himself, no one would have thought that there would be a remnant of Doha, and even more that they would do such crazy things."

"Presumably they were premeditated."

"As the saying goes, only a thousand days can be a thief, there is no reason for a thousand days to guard against thieves."

Wuma Zhanhu stepped forward and comforted. .

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