Chapter 1325

ten minutes?

A crowd of prisoners looked like fools.

Which idiot is this?

The prisoner bird's eyes were calm. Compared with the crazy others, he was calm: "attack in ten minutes, you alone, deal with us?"

Yan Tao man raised his eyebrows without thinking, "it's time to explain."

The prisoners subconsciously strained their nerves.

Yan Tao narrowed his peach blossom eyes. He kneaded a black pen in his left hand and several fingertips in his right hand. He hit the opposite in the air.

"The circle of six samsara, three thousand fierce ghosts roar."

"Demons, monsters and demons, show me!"

Suddenly, the Yin wind rose.

The already dark world darkened another degree in an instant.

The whole world is as black as ink.

In addition, there was a chill running down people's ankles into their clothes.

The crowd saw the golden light between the young fingers.

The voice in my ears is vast and boundless, just like immortal voice and Buddha music. It is ethereal and invisible, and it shows a refreshing coolness.

A whistling wind blew past.

In the array enchantment, countless red ghosts climbed out of the ground.

A hungry ghost half leaned out of the ground and grabbed a prisoner's ankle with a bony hand.

The prisoner felt a chill on his feet as if something had caught him.

He lowered his head and hit the ghost's empty eyes.

There was still half an eye hanging in the eye socket. It was shaking and shaking in the wind, like the flickering candle light in the wind, which would go out at any time.

"Ah! What is this?"

"Ah ah!"

Mom, help me!

"Boss, boss, prisoner bird, help!"

"The bones are moving!"

"He has eyes on beads!"

"Prisoner bird, prisoner bird!"

"Prisoner..."

The prisoner's shrill and frightened cry spread all over the wasteland.

The prisoner bird only felt the hum of his eardrums, rolled his handkerchief into a ball and stuffed it into the prisoner's mouth.

"Shut up!"

"Woo woo! Woo!"

The prisoner fought back and hurriedly pointed at the bones emerging from the ground.

What is this?

Summoning?

Summon bones?

"Dang -"

Songling doesn't know when, but she has a bell in her hand.

"Ten minutes, time begins."

The prisoner bird frowned and glanced around the chaos.

By the way, he took out the cloth strip from Zhengming's mouth, avoided a beating attack and looked out of the array.

"Prisoner bird, what the hell is this?"

The prisoner bird took Zheng Ming's neck collar in one hand and pursed his lips. "That young master should be the Yan family."

"Yan's?"

Zheng Ming swayed in the air and couldn't help looking outside.

This look, the corners of the mouth is a smoke.

I only saw the young man in white and didn't know when he sat on the chair.

His slender legs were in one place, biting a red fruit.

It's fun to bite.

"Ah, bah!"

Zheng Ming was watching and sighing that the young man was full of noble spirit. It was possible that it was the Yan family.

Yantao suddenly jumped up and spit out the fruit in his mouth.

Turn back and pinch the leaf's neck and shake it.

"Dead fat man, did you mean it! You stuffed my fruit with insects! I ate my mouth!"

Young master Yan's interest in eating fruit suddenly dissipated.

Song leaf's pinched white eyes turned around.

Next to Tu Ying, the whole person seemed to be stunned.

Chanting like scriptures on Yantao's ear.

"Master Yan, you're crazy, you're crazy, you're crazy..."

"Yan Liu, you are really crazy... Crazy, crazy..."

Yan Tao