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

Stepping into the battlefield, Zhou suddenly changed in heaven and earth, as if he had entered another world.

"This turned out to be a secret realm."

Wang Yifan said in surprise.

But he also understood why there was such a strong ghostly air in it.

"Big brother, what is the secret?"

Wuma Youyi asked curiously with his eyes wide open.

Mu Yunlong also looked at Wang Yifan, obviously very curious.

Although he has the blood of the gods, he has always lived in Juling Mountain. He didn't follow Wang Yifan down the mountain until a few days ago. Naturally, he didn't know what the so-called secret realm was.

"The Secret Realm is a small world."

Wang Yifan explained.

"The secret realm can be divided into two types: innate and natural formation, and acquired by man-made creation."

"And the secret realm created by the day after tomorrow?"

Wuma Youyi said in shock.

She couldn't imagine what kind of characters could actually create a small world.

"Hehe, don't underestimate the power of human beings. Those with a high level of cultivation can open up a hole in the body."

"For the existence of that level, it is not unusual to open up a small world."

The two were talking when a gust of wind came.

Then came a dense cluster of ghost soldiers, their cultivation base is not strong, but the number is extremely large.

Most of them have terrible faces, dark and hideous, and many ghost soldiers are still wearing armors, just like 127 soldiers.

Mu Yunlong raised his big sword and stepped in front of Wang Yifan.

Chi La La!

As if the sound of the sack breaking, the ghost army revealed a half-meter wide gap, and a figure flew out of the ghost army.

"People from outside! The king has been waiting for you for a long time."

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a demon crying.

Wuma Youyi paled.

Her own cultivation level is not high. Hearing the sound of this ghost at the moment, she suddenly felt like a needle stick in her mind.

Wang Yifan frowned, his hands lit up with a blue light, and he put up a shield to protect Wuma Youyi in it.

Seeing that Wang Yifan easily resolved his ghost sound, the ghost looked slightly surprised.

But when he saw a ghost claiming to be an attendant of the gods in Wang Yifan's hand, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Outsiders, don't hurry up and put Montenegro down."

"Black Mountain?"

Wang Yifan was taken aback, and then realized who he was talking about.

With a trembling of his hand, the ghost bound by the rope staggered, and then fell under his feet.

"You mean him?"

Wang Yifan's mouth is slightly hooked.

As soon as the ghosts appeared, they launched a ghost sound attack, giving them a blast.

If he didn't respond back, he would just be unable to justify it.

"Do you know where you are now? What are you doing?"

The ghost's voice is cold, and the ghost army around him is also ready to move, the ghost is raging, as if ready to attack at any time.

"Big brother!"

Wuma Youyi tugged at the corner of Wang Yifan's clothes.

"It's okay, I'm here!"

Wang Yifan reached out and touched her head.

Although there are a huge number of ghost soldiers here, Wang Yifan seems to be nothing more than a chicken shingle, and he can easily break it.

And when it comes to quantity, he has a look of ill-will in his eyes.

He had three chances to summon a million ghosts in the blood sea.

At that time, I was afraid that this secret realm would explode.

"Let you let go of Montenegro, are you deaf?"

The ghost stepped forward, and his expression became more and more ferocious.

"Presumptuous! Dare to be so rude in front of the sir."

Mu Yunlong screamed, and the big sword in his hand was already aimed at the ghost.

As long as he dares to step forward, he will definitely face the thunder attack.

"Hahaha, I don't know how high the sky is, I will teach you a lesson for King Wan Ming."

The ghost laughed darkly, and the whole body was thick with black mist, and the grimace floating in the mist, terrifying.

Mu Yunlong is not afraid of himself, with the blood of the gods in his body, how can he fear ghosts.

The big sword burst into the blue light, and brazenly greeted him.

Wang Yifan didn't stop either, the strength of this ghost was about the same as the one under his feet.

With Mu Yunlong's strength, he was naturally not his opponent, but with the magic of a big sword, it was not a problem to block this ghost.

He looked at the gray sky far away, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

As soon as they arrived, this group of ghost soldiers appeared.

And according to this ghost, the owner of this place, the big ghost, is the King Wanming.

Had they been discovered by King Wanming as soon as they came in?

wrong!

It should be Wan Ming Wang who had expected them to appear long ago, and specially asked this ghost to bring the army to wait for them here.

Thinking of this, his eyes flickered.

Judge's eyes, open!

The blue light flickered in his eyes, and in a short time his whole momentum had undergone a earth-shattering transformation.

An invisible pressure radiated from his body around.

The clothes on the body also have no wind automatically.

Wuma Youyi, the nearest to him, turned pale, and she felt an extremely depressed breath emanating from Wang Yifan's body.

Mu Yunlong and the ghost who were a little further away also stopped at this moment.

The ghost couldn't help fighting in a two-stranded battle.

This coercion was too oppressive for him, like thinking that the supreme emperor was looking down at the sinner in prison clothes.

His face changed wildly, and he could hardly help bowing down to Wang Yifan.

The low-level ghost soldiers who came with him behind him are even more unbearable. Many have fallen to the ground, and the weapons in their hands are scattered randomly.

The only normal person present was probably Mu Yunlong.

He possesses the priesthood of the Sixth-Rank Zhenling God General. Although he can feel the coercion emanating from Wang Yifan, he only has respect in his heart, but he is not afraid.

After all, this coercion is only naturally emitted by Wang Yifan, without any specificity.

"Hahaha, the Yin Division Zhengshen is here, Wan Mingying is late, and hopes to redeem his sins."

At this moment, a brilliance suddenly lit up in the gray sky in the distance.

Then I saw a middle-aged man wearing a Chinese robe and carrying a blue crown descending from the sky.

With the arrival of the man, the blue and blue light in Wang Yifan's eyes gradually disappeared.

This is the first time he has fully used the Judge's Eyes since he was promoted to the Fourth-Rank Hachiman Spiritual Envoy, and the effect it brought was far beyond his expectations.

Now, the judge's eyes seem to have a bit of insight into the world and supervise the ability of ghosts and gods.

Withdrawing his gaze, Wang Yifan glanced at the person faintly.

The face is white and needless, and the ghost is not very strong. When I look at it, it is no different from a normal human.

I am afraid that ordinary practitioners would not treat him as a ghost.

But this ordinary appearance, in Wang Yifan's eyes, has a different appearance.

He saw a vicious thing with a ghostly spirit, red eyes, and a bloody evil spirit.

It's just that there seems to be a faint golden light in the surging fierce air.

In Taotao's blood evil spirit, the golden light is like a dead leaf in Wang Yang, and it is in danger of being swallowed at any time.

Is this the ghost of the reincarnation of the gods? .

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