I, The Magistrate Of The Underworld, Can Determine Life And Death With A Piece Of Yin!

This moment.

A figure stood outside the gate.

Wang Yifan looked at the ghost soldiers in the incense hall without saying a word.

In the incense hall of the Tang family's ancestral hall, there are piles of tablets enshrining the ancestors like a mountain.

And those who ate the tribute here were also the pro-guard soldiers under General Tang.

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 tributes from the descendants. The spirit has long been condensed, and it is far more terrifying than ordinary ghost soldiers.

See such a scene.

Li Xunda had already jumped into the ground with a shake of his body.

But Wang Yifan walked into the incense hall calmly.

"I was thinking along the way how General Tang could rely on 800 ghost soldiers to defend against 1,000 enemy invaders, but I didn't realize it. It turns out that you are here to add BUFF!"

These ghost soldiers of the Tang family were enshrined by descendants, and their souls were so concentrated that it could be said that each of them counted as ten, which completely offset the disadvantage in numbers.

At the same time, Wang Yifan also affirmed that there must be someone in the Tang family village on the tomb mountain who had already contacted their ancestor, the ghost general Tang.

Otherwise, there would not be so many tributes prepared!

Seeing Wang Yifan seeing him, instead of panicking, he calmly walked closer and closer.

More than a dozen ghost soldiers surnamed Tang have already pulled out their Chacha Yaya weapons from their waists.

They are as tall as iron towers.

The hands are not ordinary swords either.

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

It looks oppressive!

The leading ghost pawn took a step forward, glaring at Wang Yifan.

"Do you know that this is the ancestral hall of the Tang surname, and those with foreign surnames enter!"

"die!"

As he spoke, he took the mace in his hand and slammed it heavily on Wang Yifan's head!

Woo--

Ordinary ghost pawns should correspond to the level of ordinary ghosts.

However, this blessed Tang surnamed personal soldier looked like a high-level ghost as soon as he made a move!

The mace stirred up the wind.

Suddenly, there was a howling sound like howling ghosts and wolves in the entire ancestral hall.

Wang Yifan tilted his head and looked at the mace flying in the air motionlessly.

And the ghost soldier surnamed Tang saw Wang Yifan not dodging, and thought he was petrified by his own ghostly aura.

A smirk could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

"Heaven has a way, you don't go, hell has no way, you break in!"

"Die!"

Just when he thought Wang Yifan's brains would burst under this blow.

But he saw Wang Yifan raised his hand and gently lifted it above his head.

In the void, it seemed that a gate to hell was slowly opening.

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

I haven't waited for the ghost to sense it.

The iron chain swept towards him like a black dragon.

This time, the sound made by the black iron chain cannot be described as howling like ghosts and wolves.

that voice!

It's just howling ghosts!

puff!

Boom!

The mace as thick as a child's arm was instantly snapped off by the iron chain like paper.

And the iron chain kept going.

It hit the armor of the Yin soldier again.

In an instant, the nail leaf shattered, and black blood sprayed out.

The ghost soldier didn't even make a sound of howling.

I was caught in it by this iron chain.

After one breath, there seemed to be a new ghost in Tiesuo, where thousands of ghosts were howling.

quiet!

There was silence!

Accompanied by the wailing of ghost soldiers.

The remaining dozen or so Tang family soldiers in the house all stayed where they were and did not dare to move, as if they had been immobilized.

But Li Xunda, the mountain god who was hiding in the dark, couldn't stop shaking his eyebrows three times.

hiss--

"This...is this Bai Wuchang's soul-binding rope?"

"This yin weapon...how is it in the hands of a ninth-rank inspector!"

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

Bai Wuchang's soul arrest.

Black and impermanent shackles.

The flail of the bull's head.

A copper lock with a horse face.

The Four Magical Artifacts of the Yin Division are well-known.

You know, there are more than tens of thousands of ghosts detained by black and white impermanence, and the wailing of thousands of ghosts on this soul rope is not false.

Looking at the ghostly soul-hunting rope.

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

It's like a prey meeting a natural enemy.

More than a dozen ghost soldiers who looked like iron towers all shrank their heads like quails.

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

They threw the weapons in their hands to the ground.

Hastily bowed to the ground.

"I don't know the envoy of the underworld is coming, the little one is guilty!"

"Small, guilty!"

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