I just feel that my body is no longer under my control.
There was only a small sound in my throat, as if I was pinching my neck.
A stream of evil energy poured into the other party's body directly.
Wang Han controlled it on the spot.
Wang Han asked, "How many disciples do Liu Nie Chen have?"
The man lowered his head and said, "Two."
"Where?"
The man pointed in both directions.
Wang Han touched the wall quietly. Before he got close, Wang Han realized that there was still a faint evil spirit on the other party and immediately determined that the other party was Chen Tianpeng.
"who?"
Chen Tianpeng asked in a low voice.
Wang Han leaned over, "It's me!"
Chen Tianpeng was directly controlled by Wang Han without having time to resist.
Driven by Wang Han, Chen Tianpeng led the way and controlled Liu Niechen's last disciple.
Wang Han squatted at the base of the wall, looking at the three disciples of Liu Xianshen squatting in front of him.
"Where is the Liu's evil minister?"
“Go in.”
Wang Han has received a reply from the Northeastern guys.
After asking several disciples of Liu Nie Chen, I learned about it.
Before, Jing Jue and others chased Liu Niechen and Shi Er. The two of them shook people halfway and shook Qin Yishan, the white-clothed spear immortal, and asked Qin Yishan to lead people to stop the Canglong Brigade.
They brought the remnants to the headquarters of the Ten Laohui Association.
Now only more than forty puppets are lost. Among these forty, Liu Niechen controls more than twenty, and the remaining ten are controlled by the three disciples in front of him.
There was suddenly a movement inside.
The Northeastern man turned on the orchard's light, and the whole orchard was as bright as day.
With a angrily shout, the two sides had already fought.
Wang Han lay on the wall and saw a pain. The Northeastern man was a little reckless. Wang Han originally planned to let Liu Nichen's three disciples go over and be the sixth brother.
An order was issued to the three people.
The three of them immediately controlled their puppet and flipped into the wall.
The disciples of the ten masters in the village also arrived.
Four hundred people around were filled with water.
Wang Han jumped up and supported the wall and turned in.
Liu Niechen stood at the entrance of the cave leading to the basement, and stood there with a soul-sucking bell.
Those blindfolded eyes looked around.
Then he glanced at Chen Tianpeng and the other two, "What are you doing for? Why didn't you even notice when you came?"
Chen Tianpeng's eyes swept across the faces of the other two junior brothers.
"Master, there are traitors among us!"
Liu Niechen frowned and immediately looked at the other two apprentices.
The two disciples immediately proved their innocence, "Master, we can never be traitors! Only the senior brother can be traitors! Don't forget that it was him who brought Wang Han back last time!"
"You swear to others! Last time, Wang Han put on makeup! The master didn't even tell it!"
Liu Niechen said coldly, "Enough! Don't let friends from the Ten Masters laugh at you! I believe you!"
The Northeastern man dressed in clothes, widened the distance from a puppet, and looked at Liu Nie Chen, "The old bastard is dead!"
"Thank you Brother Xu for your blessing, it's so good!"
The Northeastern man put on his clothes and took a look at the basement door that had been opened.
"Then stop stuttering, just do it?"
The fat man glanced at the iron door that was opened, "The door was opened! It's not advisable! Take action!"
Liu Niechen pestled the soul-summoning banner in his hand to the ground, and held the soul-summoning bell in one hand.
Wang Han flipped in from outside the courtyard wall.
He clapped his hands and walked over leisurely with a cigarette in his mouth.
The disciples of the Ten Lao Association flipped in one after another. The hundreds of people, led by Wang Han, surrounded dozens of Liu Xianchen.
Liu Niechen smiled, looked at Wang Han with disdain.
"Little guy, what a coincidence, we meet again?"
Wang Han took out his face and said, "You have come to my house and almost got into my bed. Can you be a coincidence?"
Liu Nie Chen laughed and looked at Wang Han licking his lips, "After that day, I miss my friend very much in recent days. My friend's every frown and smile made me feel rippled. I really want to get into the little girl.
Friends' bed."
Wang Han's smile gradually solidified, and he held his face on his face and shouted in anger.
"I'm fucking you! I'm so perverted! I dare to tease me! I'll fuck him! I'll fuck him!"
Wang Han was the first to rush towards Liu Xianchen.
Liu Niechen grabbed a handful of paper money and threw it into the sky.
Paper money spread out in the sky.
Liu Xianchen raised his head, looked pious, and muttered something.
"The soul is back!
The Eastern Soul must be released!
The south uses bones as a sauce!
The West is a little more ruined!
The north is getting thicker and thicker!
Return!"
This tone is so weird that it seems to be crying or laughing.
There is a hint of desolation and sadness in the madness.
Hurry!
Paper money flies into the sky!
Dingling!
The soul-summoning bell made a crisp sound!
The puppets also seemed to have come alive at this moment.
Liu Nie Chen looked crazy and stared at Wang Han who was getting closer and closer.
He pinched a strange handprint with both hands, and held a soul-suming bell in his hands, just like a millstone, and the bell was ringing.
"Please give me my respect to the ancestor!"
As soon as Wang Han arrived in front of Liu Xianchen, he suddenly realized a suffocating crisis that was coming to his face.
A figure flashed past, blocking between Wang Han and Liu Nichen.
Take a closer look.
It was the ancient corpse.
After seeing Wang Han, the ancient corpse had a lot of manic anger in his eyes. It was obvious that he recognized that Wang Han was the pervert who deceived him that day.
A roar came out of his throat!
When you see the Blood King Han on the other party’s chin, you will know that this ancient corpse has been activated.
In desperation, the broken sword appeared in his hand and slashed at the ancient corpse with a sword.
The ancient corpse has a memory, with a sword in both hands.
Wang Han wanted to pull back his sword, but found that he could not resist the other party at all. The only hand left by the ancient corpse with sharp nails stabbed Wang Han in the face.
Wang Han used Qi Wan in his hand to block the claw of the ancient corpse.
The huge impact force hit Wang Han like a kite with a broken string, flying backwards.
Liu Xianchen, who was standing behind the ancient corpse, laughed.
"The imperial man won't come out! The little ten guys can do it! What's the point!"
Wang Han's hand felt distressed a lot, and he felt like he was about to break.
"Pretty a hammer!"
Liu Niechen's soul-summoning bell shook at Wang Han, "Little guy, I'm afraid I don't know the horror of Chaoyuan yet! I'll open your eyes today!"
The ancient corpse spread his arms.
A thing that is very similar to the Qi body but has a difference soared into the sky.
The entire orchard was shrouded in it.
All the disciples of the ten men looked dull.
Both the Northeastern man and the fat man almost fell down with a swaying foot.
The ancient corpse rushed towards Wang Han!
Wang Han shook his hand.
Not afraid at all.
Liu Niechen frowned. Seeing Wang Han so calm, he realized something was wrong.
Just the moment the ancient corpse rushed to Wang Han.
Qi body soared into the sky!
A giant drum of Qi body formed!
A small figure jumped three meters high, and he grabbed the Qi body drumstick with both hands and smashed it down!
A loud bang resounded throughout the orchard!
The ancient corpse took several steps back!
A stream of blood came out of several puppets close to the ancient corpse and fell to the ground and disappeared.
Baili Chunlei stood in front of Wang Han.
He rubbed his nose on the back of his hands and stared at his toes with his head down.