Chapter 871 Stupid group of ghosts

   Yan Tao faintly said: "After smearing with willow branches, you can only vaguely see a part of the scene. In fact, what you see is far less clear than Eric."

  Helen almost burst into tears when she heard it.

   Yan Tao's expression was faint, he was only willing to take this trip after seeing this Eric pleasingly.

  "Are you ready?" The boy asked indifferently. Eric clenched his small fist and his body became straight. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm ready." Yan Tao nodded slightly.

  Yantao stood with a sloppy expression, slowly raised his left hand, and displayed the complex printing techniques.

  At the same time, his thin lips moved slightly, and a vast expanse of mantras spit out from his thin lips.

  Erik clearly saw the extremely shallow golden light emerging from Yan Tao's body.

  Not long after, many phantom figures gathered around them. One by one floating in the air, there were bursts of stern ghost laughter.

The laughter was very permeating, and the involuntary cold hair in the ears would stand up. Even if Han Jun was so knowledgeable, he couldn't help being stiff at the moment, his eyes were almost straight looking at the void floating in the sky. Ghost.

Helen was even more frightened. She almost fainted from fear. She clenched her teeth, twisted her slender fingers on her thighs, and managed to keep herself sane. This is what her children have seen before. Those things?

  This, this is also terrible.

Eric put his hands on his chest, his small body trembling, his lips pale and pale, looking at these screaming ghosts in the sky, almost at the same time recalling the terrible scenes he had encountered in the past, wishing to faint. .

  However, his mind is getting more and more sober, and he can't close his eyes anyhow, but opens wider and wider, staring at the group of ghosts on the opposite side.

   "It's almost done, just shut up the fuck!"

  Young Master Yan frowned his eyes slightly, and the peach blossom eyes were covered with the frost of the early autumn. He coldly drew out the Seven-Star Sword out of thin air. In a flash, the cold light shining brightly illuminated the world that was blocked by the yin.

  Seven Star Sword? !

  A ghost was shocked, and walked backwards, and was about to run immediately.

  Young Master Yan did not move, and said lazily, "Go one step further, and I will let you die."

The ghost trembled with fright, and finally returned to the appearance it was before he was alive. He fluttered back tremblingly, with a smile that was uglier than crying: "Little Dao, we really didn't do anything bad. You called us over. ."

  Yantao rolled her eyes: "I don't plan to save you too much. Don't be passionate."

  The hanged ghost coughed slightly, and slowly retreated behind the trunk of a willow tree, with only one head exposed, watching them carefully.

  That looks a bit stupid.

  Han Jun and Helen’s sense of fear was instantly repelled by the shimmering dogleg light on these ghosts.

  Here, this contrast is also big.

  Eric also looked at them blankly.

  It was clear that when they first appeared, they were as scary as ever, but at this moment, watching the group of ghosts hiding behind the tree trunks tremblingly, he actually felt less scared.

Yan Tao smiled slightly, and looked at the hanged ghost closest to him: "Come here."

  The hanged ghost is almost crying, how come it is me again.

  (End of this chapter)