I, The Judge of the Yin Department, Will Decide The Life and Death in a Shameful Form!

Chapter 411

At this moment, Wu Hao was completely crazy.

“Huh! Really when I didn’t guard you?”

Wuma Zhanhu made a fist with his right hand, and the khaki light was entwined.

The next moment, the yellow fist came first.

boom!

The cold light split, and Wu Hao had no time to react. He was punched hard in the chest, and the whole person flew out.

When it hit the ground, blood spurted from his mouth, and it was still mixed with internal organs.

Seeing that there is only air intake, there is no air vent.

“Come here, suppress all these monster races for me.”

Wuma Zhanhu glanced at the fog faintly, and ordered the people of the spirit race to arrest the remaining demon race and traitors outside the mountain.

……

Deep in the dense forest, in a wooden house.

Wang Yifan played with his fingers.

He always felt that there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but 20 didn’t find any weirdness for a while.

He can decide that the sense of calling that he felt originally was brought to him by this finger, but now there is nothing unusual.

It really makes him wonder.

“Do you need other conditions?”

Touching his nose, Wang Yifan forced a little blood from the tip of his finger and dripped it on his finger.

As a fourth-rank Hachiman Summoner, his blood can hold up to be spiritual blood.

Even if it is randomly wiped on an ordinary object, it can turn him into a magic weapon that can deter ordinary ghosts.

But the blood dripped on the severed finger, nothing was unusual.

It’s like an ordinary liquid.

“Can’t it?”

Wang Yifan was not disappointed.

After thinking about it, he condensed a wisp of the power of the penis in his palm.

In an instant, this finger sucked the power of the Yin Division. After absorbing the power of the Yin Division, the finger seemed to be a little more angry.

“There is a play.”

With joy in his heart, Wang Yifan quickly gathered the power of Yinsi again.

The finger is like a hungry beast, no matter how much the power of the penis is absorbed.

Knowing that the power of the Yin Division in Wang Yifan’s dantian has been reduced for more than half, the fingers seem to be full and no longer absorb the power of the Yin Division.

And floated from Wang Yifan’s hand, floating in the air.

In an instant, the wooden house seemed to be covered with a layer of holy light.

Bring a bit of sorrow in the dazzling.

“This is?”

Wang Yifan was dumbfounded.

There is a gloomy power in this sacredness, which is a bit incomprehensible to him.

Just when he was surprised, a phantom appeared in the light.

The phantom is very light, but gradually solidified.

Finally, Wang Yifan saw it clearly.

Wearing a crown on his head, wearing a black rosy robe, holding a golden tin rod in his hand.

The moment the phantom appeared.

Bai Tongzi and Wanming Wang, who were guarding outside the wooden house, felt a heavy pressure, as if they were carrying a mountain on their shoulders.

Breathing is a little uncomfortable.

what happened?

They looked at each other and then at the cabin.

There was horror in his eyes, and he dared not make a sound for fear that it would disturb Wang Yifan inside.

They could feel that terrifying breath Zheng was coming from the cabin.

The Wuma Zhanhu and others outside the dense forest also felt tremendous pressure, as if there was something supreme being watching them.

Many weak monster races even have blood flowing from their mouths and noses.

“Patriarch.”

Elder Murdah spoke with difficulty.

Wuma Zhanhu resisted the trembling feeling, cold sweat on his forehead, afraid to make a sound.

I’m afraid of any taboo.

And in Mid Valley City, hundreds of miles away, inside a tall courtyard.

Several figures were lowering their heads and talking about something, suddenly one of them turned white and needless, and the face of the man in the green robe changed.

Immediately, the complexion of the two silhouettes of his 133 moves changed.

“What a powerful breath.”

The Qingpao man whispered.

“Teng Snake, how come I feel familiar with this breath.”

A man with a scar on his face spoke.

“If I feel right, this is the breath of Ksitigarbha.”

Another figure said.

He wore a suit of iron armor, sturdy and burly, with hideous fangs at the corners of his mouth.

“Hei Ba is right, and I feel that way too.”

Teng Snake touched his chin and said slowly.

“It seems that someone has discovered the place where the Ksitigarbone’s bones are buried, and also activated the spirit in the Ksitigarbha’s body.”

Spirituality is the foundation of all living beings, but only a cultivator can manifest it. The stronger the cultivator, the stronger his spirituality.

Some ancient powers, even only spirits exist, and even if they fall, they may be resurrected.

“Spiritual.”