Chapter 1325 The Cunning Head of the Yan Family 2

ten minutes?

All the prisoners looked at them like they were looking at fools.

Which idiot ran away from this company?

Prison Bird's eyes were calm. Compared to the other people who were crazy, he was extremely calm: "Ten minutes of attack, you alone, to deal with us?"

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows casually, "It's time to explain."

The prisoners tensed up subconsciously.

Yan Tao narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and at some point he took a black Mingwen pen with his left hand. He made several finger gestures with his right hand and struck the opposite direction in the air.

"The six realms of reincarnation, the roar of three thousand ghosts."

"Monsters, demons, demons, come to me!"

Suddenly, a dark wind picked up.

The already dark world suddenly became darker by another degree.

The whole world seemed as black as if it had been splashed with ink.

In addition, there is a cold and cold feeling running down people's ankles and into their clothes.

Everyone saw that the young man's fingers were shining with golden light.

The words that came into my ears were vast and boundless, like fairy music and Buddhist music, ethereal and formless, but also filled with a coolness that made people feel enlightened.

The howling wind blew by.

Within the formation barrier, countless red ghosts crawled out from the ground.

A hungry ghost leaned half of its body out of the ground and grabbed a prisoner's ankle with bone-white hands.

The prisoner felt a coolness on his feet, as if something had caught him.

He lowered his head and met the ghost's empty eyes.

Half of the eyeballs were still hanging in the eye sockets, swaying in the wind, as if the candlelight was swaying in the wind and would be extinguished at any time.

"Ahhh! What is this!"

"Ahhh!"

Mom, save me!

"Boss, boss, prison bird, help!"

"The bones are moving!"

"He even has eyeballs!"

"Prison bird, prison bird!"

"Prisoners……"

The prisoner's screams, shrill and panicked, were heard throughout the wasteland.

The prisoner bird felt his eardrums buzzing. He balled up the handkerchief and stuffed it into the prisoner's mouth.

"Shut up!"

"woo woo woo woo!"

The prisoner hurriedly pointed at the bones emerging from the ground.

This, what is this?

Summoning?

Summon bones?

"clang--"

Song Lingfeng didn't know when she held a bell in her hand.

"Ten minutes, the timer starts."

Prison Bird frowned and glanced at the chaotic surroundings.

By the way, he pulled out the strip of cloth from Zheng Ming's mouth, avoided an incoming attack, and looked outside the formation.

"Prison Bird, what on earth is this?"

Prisoner Bird held Zheng Ming's neck collar with one hand and pursed his lips, "That young master should be from the Yan family."

"From the Yan family?"

Zhengming was in the air, and I couldn't help but look outside.

At this sight, the corners of his mouth twitched.

I only saw the young man in white sitting on the chair at some point.

Her slender legs were draped together, biting a red fruit.

It was a joy to click and chew.

"Nonsence!"

Zheng Ming was watching, sighing that this young man was full of nobility in his gestures, and it was possible that he was from the Yan family.

Yan Tao suddenly jumped up and spat out the fruit in his mouth with disgust and disgust.

He turned around and pinched Lingfeng's neck, shaking it wildly.

"Damn fat man, did you do it on purpose? The fruit you gave me was stuffed with bugs! I had a mouth full of it!"

Master Yan's interest in eating fruit suddenly disappeared.

Song Lingfeng rolled her eyes as she was pinched.

Next to him, Tu Ying seemed to be frightened and stunned.

He was chanting in Yan Tao's ear like he was chanting sutras.

"Master Yan, you are crazy, you are crazy, you are crazy..."

"Yan Liu, you are really crazy... crazy, crazy..."

Yan Tao...