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

At this moment.

A figure is standing outside the gate.

Wang Yifan looked at the ghost pawns in the Xiangtang without a word.

In the incense hall of the Tang family ancestral hall, piles of tablets are enshrined like a mountain of ancestors.

And those who ate the tribute here were also the guards of General Tang's men.

These clan soldiers also came from the Tang surname.

It can be regarded as the ancestor of the Tang family in Tomb Mountain.

They enjoyed the worship of the descendants of the Tang family and ate the tribute of the descendants. The spirit is already condensed, far more terrifying than ordinary ghost soldiers.

See this scene.

Li Xunda had already shaken his body and dived into the ground.

But Wang Yifan walked into the Xiangtang indifferently.

"Along the way, I wondered how this General Tang could defend against thousands of enemy bandits with the help of 800 ghost soldiers. I didn't expect it. It turns out that you are adding BUFF here!"

These ghost soldiers of the Tang family were enshrined by the descendants, and their souls were condensed. It can be said that each of them is worth ten, which completely offsets the disadvantage in numbers.

At the same time, Wang Yifan also affirmed that there must be someone in the Tang Family Village of this Tomb Mountain who has been in contact with their ancestor, the ghost general, General Tang.

Otherwise, there will be so many tributes!

After seeing Wang Yifan seeing himself, instead of panicking, he calmly moved closer and closer.

More than a dozen ghost pawns surnamed Tang have pulled out their weapons from their waists.

They are like iron towers.

The hands are not ordinary swords either.

They are heavy weapons such as axes, gourds, and green stalks.

It looks oppressive!

The leading ghost pawn stepped forward, glaring at Wang Yifan.

"You know that this is the ancestral hall of Tang surname, foreign surname enters!"

"die!"

As he said, he lifted the mace in his hand and slammed it on Wang Yifan's head!

Woo-

Ordinary ghosts should correspond to ordinary ghosts.

But this blessed soldier surnamed Tang is like a high-level ghost!

The mace stirred the yin wind.

The whole ancestral hall suddenly uttered the howling of ghosts and wolves.

Wang Yifan tilted his head motionless and looked at the mace flying in the sky.

And the ghost soldier surnamed Tang, seeing Wang Yifan not evasive, thought he was shocked by his own ghost.

There was a smirk at the corner of his mouth.

"There is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no way to hell, you break in!"

"Die!"

Just when he thought Wang Yifan must have a brain crack under this stick.

However, Wang Yifan raised his hand and gently lifted it to the top of his head.

In the void, it seemed that a door of hell was slowly opened.

Then, a three-foot-long black iron rope slowly appeared in Wang Yifan's hands.

I haven't waited for this ghost to feel over.

The iron cable swept towards him like a black flood.

This time, the sound made by the black iron cable could not be described as howling ghosts.

That voice!

It's just howling a thousand ghosts!

puff!

Bang!

The mace with thick arms was cut off instantly by the iron rope.

And the iron cable kept going on castration.

It hit the armor of the Yin Soldier again.

In an instant, the beetle leaf shattered and black blood spattered.

The ghost soldier didn't even make a wailing sound.

I was caught in it by this iron wire.

After a breath, there seemed to be a new ghost in the wailing iron cable.

quiet!

Silence!

Accompanied by the howls of ghost soldiers.

The dozen or so soldiers of the Tang family left in the house seemed to have been subjected to a fixation method, staying in place and daring not to move.

But Li Xunda, the mountain god who was hiding in the dark, had his brows on his brow bones trembling three times.

hiss--

"This...Is this Bai Wuchang's jealous soul?"

"This Yin Judicial Device... how can it be in the hands of a Nine-Rank Supervisor!"

After a full minute, a dozen ghost soldiers and Li Xunda shouted out almost at the same time!

Bai Wuchang's jealous soul.

The fetters of impermanence.

The flail of the bull's head.

Brass lock on horse face.

The four major artifacts of the Yinsi can be said to be famous.

You know, there are more than tens of thousands of ghosts detained by black and white impermanence, and there is nothing false about the wailing of the ten thousand ghosts on the clinging rope.

Looking at the ghostly Juhunsuo.

A kind of instinctive fear began to emerge from these ghost soldiers.

It's like a prey sees a natural enemy.

More than a dozen ghost pawns that looked like iron towers, all of them shrank their heads like quails at this time.

Didn't wait for Wang Yifan to speak at all.

They threw their weapons to the ground.

Hastily bowed to the ground.

"I don't know if the Yinsi Admiral is coming, the little one is guilty!"

"Small, guilty!"

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