Ten minutes?

The prisoners looked at each other like fools.

Which idiot is this running out?

The prisoner bird's eyes were calm, compared to the crazy others, he was calm: "Ten minutes to attack, you alone, deal with us?" ”

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

The prisoners subconsciously tensed their nerves.

Yan Tao narrowed his peach blossom eyes, pinched a black stygian pen in his left hand at some point, pinched several fingers in his right hand, and hit the opposite side in the air.

"Six reincarnation realms, three thousand powerful ghosts."

"Demon Demon, show me!"

Suddenly, the wind rose.

The already dim world instantly darkened by another degree.

The whole world seemed to be as dark as splashed with ink.

In addition, there is a cold chill running down people's feet and necks into their clothes.

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

The words that came into the ears were vast and boundless, like fairy music and Buddha music, ethereal and formless, but also exuding a coolness that made people feel empowered.

A whining wind blew.

In the formation enchantment, countless reddened Yin Ghosts crawled out of the ground.

A hungry ghost leaned out of the ground and grabbed a prisoner's ankle with a bony hand.

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

He lowered his head and slammed into the hollow eye sockets of the Yin Ghost.

There was still half an eyeball hanging in the eye socket, and it was shaking and shaking in the wind, like a candle swaying in the wind, which would be extinguished at any time.

"Ahhhh What kind of thing is this? ”

"Ahhh

Mommy save me!

"Boss, boss, prison bird, help!"

"The bones are moving!"

"He's got eyes!"

"Prison Bird, Prison Bird!"

"Prisoner ......"

The prisoner's shouts were sharp and alarmed, and they spread throughout the wasteland.

The prisoner felt only a buzzing eardrum, a handkerchief, and a handful of it was stuffed into the prisoner's mouth.

"Shut up!"

"Woooooooooooo Woo! ”

The prisoner scrambled to point to the bones emerging from the ground.

What is this—What is this?

Summoning?

Summoning bones?

"Bell—"

Song Yefeng didn't know when, but he had a bell in his hand.

"Ten minutes, the timer begins."

The prisoner frowned, his glance sweeping across the chaotic surroundings.

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

"Prisoner Bird, what the hell is this?"

The prisoner bird held Zheng Ming's neck collar with one hand and pursed his lips, "That young master, it should be the Yan family." ”

"Yan's?"

Zheng Ming dangled in the air, and couldn't help but look outside.

At this glance, the corners of his mouth twitched.

I saw the young man in white, and I don't know when he sat on the chair.

With his slender legs on one side, he was biting on a red fruit.

It's a lot of fun.

"Ahh

Zheng Ming was looking at it, and he was sighing that this young man's gestures were full of luxury, and it was possible for the Yan family to do so.

Yan Tao suddenly sprang up, disgusted and disgusted, and spit out the fruit in his mouth.

Turning around and pinching the Leaf's neck, he was still shaking.

"Dead fatty, did you mean it! Stuff worms in my fruit! Hurt Lao Tzu to eat a full mouth! ”

Young Master Yan's interest in eating the fruit suddenly dissipated.

Song Yefeng rolled his eyes when he was pinched.

Next to him, Tu Ying's whole person seemed to be frightened.

chanting like a sutra in Yan Tao's ear.

"Young Master Yan, you're crazy, you're crazy, you're crazy......"

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

Yan Tao ......