This is also the reason why the Yan family has always remained mysterious in the empire for thousands of years.

Others don't know.

What are the powers of the Yan family that are different from spiritual power and original force.

Young Master Yan sat on the chair with a smile, his pair of dark peach blossom eyes were like the starry sky in the dark night, shining with the bright light of stars.

The young man sat there, like a king inspecting the territory.

Beautiful appearance.

Noble and elegant.

Invisibly, there was a cold and domineering aura surrounding her.

"I can give you another chance."

Yan Tao knocked on the chair casually with his fingers and smiled slyly: "This is the last time, so take advantage of it."

Fake Yantao stood amidst the cries of ghosts and howls of wolves.

The ghostly laughter was so shrill that it made him tremble all over.

The unknown is always the scariest.

He closed his eyes suddenly, and opened them suddenly the next moment. The energy gathered in his right fist and blasted hard at the group of ghosts gathered together.

He shouted with a cold voice: "If I can kill you the first time, I will definitely kill you a second time!"

"boom!"

This fist. It hit several ferocious ghost faces firmly.

Those semi-illusory evil ghost faces instantly exploded in the air like broken glass.

It turned into countless light spots and dissipated cleanly.

The sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling around Fake Yantao seemed to be a little lower.

However, the breath of relief he had just released had not yet completely come out.

The evil ghosts that were broken into countless pieces in front of him turned into faces again, laughing arrogantly at him.

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

"You can't kill us..."

"I will haunt you forever..."

"Pestering you..."

The cold ghostly voice echoed in this space.

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

He punched out with some unbearable force.

This time, there was no pause in his fist.

Punch after punch.

Each punch is faster than the last, and each punch is heavier than the last.

only……

The fist, which was completely capable of breaking stones, passed directly through Yin Gui's body.

Physical attacks are of no use.

Young Master Yan was sitting calmly on the chair, his eyes half smiling but not smiling, looking across at the fake Yan Tao who was madly beating up the ghosts.

He stopped talking.

Wait until all the strength in fake Yan Tao's body is gone.

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

He stretched out his hand to support the table and managed to stabilize his body.

However, when he moved, the ghosts moved with him.

The sinister ghost laughter kept echoing in my ears.

Fake Yan Tao gasped and breathed heavily, and couldn't help but look at Yan Tao opposite.

Thinking of what she just said,

From now on, these ghosts will follow him every minute, every second.

Like a gangrene attached to a bone, it follows you everywhere like a shadow, its ghost lingers...

Just thinking about such a life made him feel cold involuntarily.

In the past, it was just that I couldn't see these things, but I just felt that the temperature around me was a little low.

When he really saw it, even though he crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, he couldn't help but feel horrified.

Fake Yantao clenched his fists: "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.

"Can."

Master Yan flicked his left hand, and the light of the Seven Star Sword flashed past.

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