Chapter 871

Yantao said faintly, "after smearing with willow branches, you can only vaguely see part of the scene. In fact, what you see is far less clear than Eric."

Helen almost burst into tears.

Yantao looked pale. He just looked at Eric and was willing to go this trip.

"Are you ready?" the boy asked indifferently. Eric clenched his small fist and stretched himself straight. He bit his teeth and said, "I'm ready." Yantao nodded slightly.

Yan Tao stood with a casual expression, slowly raised his left hand and showed a complex formula.

At the same time, the thin lips moved slightly, and the vast and boundless Sutra vomited out from his thin lips.

Eric clearly saw the very shallow golden light pouring out of Yantao.

Soon, many illusory figures gathered around them. One by one floating in the air, sending out bursts of ghostly laughter.

The laughter was very penetrating. It would make people's hair stand up involuntarily when it was introduced into their ears. Even Han Jun, who was well-informed, couldn't help being stiff at the moment. He almost looked at the ghost floating in the void with his eyes straight.

Helen was even more afraid. The whole person was almost scared to faint. She clenched her teeth and twisted her slender fingers on her thigh, so she managed to keep her mind. Is this what her children used to see?

This, this is terrible.

Eric held his chest in his hands, his small body trembled, and his lips were pale. Looking at these screaming ghosts in the air, Eric recalled those terrible scenes he had encountered in the past almost at the same time, and wanted to faint.

However, his mind became more and more sober. He couldn't close his eyes. Instead, he opened wider and wider, staring at the ghosts opposite.

"Almost all right, shut the fuck up!"

Young master Yan frowned slightly, and the bottom of his peach blossom eyes was covered with the cold frost of early autumn. He pulled out the seven star sword out of thin air. For a moment, the cold light was shining, illuminating the world covered by Yin Qi.

Seven star sword?!

A ghost was stunned, Shua stepped back and was about to run.

Young master Yan didn't move. He opened his mouth lazily and said, "if you take another step forward, I'll make you ashes."

The ghost trembled with fear, and finally recovered to his former appearance. He floated back trembling and showed a smile more ugly than crying: "Taoist priest, we really didn't do anything bad. You summoned us."

Yan Tao rolled his eyes: "I'm not going to surpass you. Don't be amorous."

The hanged ghost coughed gently and slowly retreated behind the trunk of a willow tree, revealing only one head and carefully observed them.

It's kind of stupid.

Han Jun and Helen's fear was instantly repelled by the flickering dog leg light on the ghosts.

This, this contrast is too big.

Eric also looked at them in a daze.

It was clear that when they first came out, they were as terrible as ever. However, at the moment, looking at the ghosts trembling behind the trunk, he felt less afraid.

Yan Tao smiled and looked at the Hanging Ghost nearest to him: "come here."

The hanged ghost was scared to cry. Why is it me again.