The washbasin-sized Wushen Palace flew out. Before the guards of the 'Jiang Family' could react, they stood there dumbfounded. Their eyes widened, and their pupils were completely blank.
A little bit of enthusiasm.
It was as if someone had cast a body-holding technique.
"Wu Ling'er, what do you want to do?" Ye Xingchen frowned and looked coldly at Wu Ling'er who walked out of the Wushen Palace. He had never let down his guard against this descendant of the 'ancient witch clan', even though
He had almost refined this heavenly treasure, but when he thought of Wu Ling'er, he felt an instinctive fear.
The little white-bone beast standing aside also looked over with a fierce look.
The bone-white claws made a "cluck", "cluck", "cluck" sound. Ye Xingchen was just instinctively afraid of this woman, but he really felt a hint of danger in this woman's body.
You must know that with its current strength, even powerful emperors like Iron Feather Eagle Emperor and Ghost Painter cannot make it feel the slightest threat.
"Little one, don't be so nervous." Wu Ling'er turned her head, glanced at the little bone beast, smiled faintly, and said: "I have never been very interested in things that have no flesh on them, of course.
, you'd better not offend me, otherwise, I wouldn't mind trying to see if the bones of your gluttonous descendant, after being ground into powder, have the effect of beautifying the skin."
"Hmph, you remnants of the ancient witch clan are still as annoying as ever." The little white-bone beast snorted coldly.
"Is it a remnant?" Wu Ling'er chuckled twice and stopped paying attention to it. Instead, he looked at the ghost city with burning eyes and said: "It seems that this palace master really underestimated you. I didn't expect that with your ability,
With your strength and cultivation, you can actually break into a ghost town?"
"What happened to them?" Ye Xingchen said coldly.
"Oh? This girl is your little lover?" Wu Ling'er's eyes fell on Jiang Jingyue, and he looked at her appraisingly for a long time before shaking his head and saying with regret on his face: "The appearance is not bad, but the appearance is pretty good.
It’s a pity that he is a person abandoned by God. Don’t worry, they are all fine. I just don’t want the Wushen Palace to be seen by them, so I suppressed their souls.”
"Suppressed the Soul of Life?" Ye Xingchen frowned and said, "What exactly do you want to do? If you want the Wushen Palace, you can take it back at any time."
"If this Palace Master wants the Wushen Palace, do you think that this little thing can protect it?" Wu Ling'er looked at Ye Xingchen with a half-smile, and said: "Don't worry, this Palace Master has nothing to do with you.
Malice, I put this Witch God Palace on you, so if there is any loss, don’t blame me, the master of the palace, for causing trouble for you."
Boom!
Wu Ling'er's aura suddenly condensed. Ye Xingchen and the little white-bone beast standing next to her saw her white silhouette rushing into the ghost city before they could even react.
Without her control, the Witch God Palace suddenly fell back into Ye Xingchen's hands.
"Little thing, what did Wu Ling'er want to do when he suddenly ran out?" Ye Xingchen looked at Wu Ling'er's back, frowned for a moment, and asked the little bone beast next to him.
"How do I know..." The little white-bone beast curled his lips and said angrily: "I probably want to go in and see her old lover who I haven't seen for hundreds of thousands of years."
"Old...old lover?" Ye Xingchen's expression froze, and he was dumbfounded and said: "You mean, the Immortal King?"
"Hehe!" The little white-bone monster laughed twice. Seeing that everyone in the 'Jiang Family' had woken up, he immediately shut up. It was very clear about the grudges between the ancient witch clan and the Immortal King.
So, when I saw Wu Ling'er entering the ghost town, I immediately started laughing with schadenfreude.
"Ye... Mr. Ye, what's wrong with us?" Jiang Shan shook his head and asked with a look of confusion. The other guards also looked at Ye Xingchen with puzzled faces.
"It's okay, let's go in first." Ye Xingchen shook his head and didn't tell anything about Wu Ling'er. He didn't want to reveal too much about that woman, otherwise, with her unpredictable character,
, who knows whether they will kill and silence all the people in the 'Jiang family'?
"Oh." Seeing that Ye Xingchen didn't say anything, the guards of the Jiang family didn't ask any more questions.
A group of people, following Ye Xingchen and the Little Bone Beast, walked into the ghost town.
A huge ghost town, extremely empty.
Not only are they ruins, they are also deserted inside. There is not even a shadow of a ghost. Moreover, the yin energy in this ghost town is so heavy that it has turned into a dense fog.
"Good... such a strong Yin Qi. Even those military tombs and corpse tombs that are more than ten thousand years old are not so scary, right?" A guard of the Jiang family with a slightly lower cultivation level shivered from the cold.
He murmured with fear on his face and said.
"Hmph, this is the underworld. It is a place that specifically houses and manages those ghosts and ghosts. It has existed for tens of millions of years. How can it be compared to the land of military graves?" The little white-bone beast sneered.
A ghostly wind blew past.
Even Ye Xingchen felt a slight chill. Fortunately, he had condensed the Holy Body, so he was not affected so much in this ghost town.
"Eh? Then... isn't that the president?" Jiang Shan suddenly exclaimed.
"Father?"
Whoosh!
Everyone looked at him and immediately saw a middle-aged man with a big belly and a bloated body. He was being chased by a large group of weird-looking ghosts with overwhelming gloom. They saw him stumbling over and looking miserable.
Incomparable.
"The president is injured?" Jiang Shan frowned, and a terrifying sword intent burst out from him in an instant. Without thinking much, he raised his long sword and rushed over.
There were more than a dozen guards left, except for the two who stayed beside Jiang Jingyue.
The rest also followed.
"Ye... Brother Ye, my father..." Jiang Jingyue turned her head and looked at Ye Xingchen with a worried look.
"Don't worry, the cultivation level of those ghosts is not very high. If Jiang Shan takes action, nothing will happen to them." Ye Xingchen shook his head and looked behind the little white-bone beast. He saw the latter's face,
A trace of mockery flashed across his face, but he quickly calmed down.
The man and the beast looked at each other tacitly. When they saw Jiang Shan rushing forward with his men, they had no intention of intervening to help. However, Jiang Jingyue, who was standing aside, saw Jiang Shan and the others taking action and killed them.
Dozens of ghosts protected her father, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
After getting nervous, a suspicious look flashed across that pretty face, and she murmured, "I remember that when my father came to the Tomb of the Immortal King, he also brought a lot of guards with him. Where are they?"