Yang Lin patted Xu Chenxi on the back and comforted him: "Chenxi, the little devil has disappeared, please take a look."

Xu Chenxi slowly opened his eyes, and the blood skeleton in front of him disappeared.

“Yes…is there no more.”

When the skeleton soul shattered, the skull in front of Lao Ya was also broken, and it broke into two petals directly from the middle of his eyebrows.

"Hey, I actually broke my Taoist skills. It's a bit interesting. It seems that the person Ye Shaoqiu is provoking is not an ordinary person."

Although Old Ya was seriously injured, he was a late-stage sorcerer of the realm of Transformation and mastered various strange evil techniques.

The magic he cast was by no means something that ordinary people could break.

Old Ya thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, for now, it's better not to be too arrogant. It's not too late to find the yin girl for me after I recover my skills."

Originally, Mr. Ya just wanted to make a resentful ghost and harass the other party. Since ordinary methods were useless, Mr. Ya didn't want to continue using methods.

After all, Old Ya is still injured. If the trouble is too big, it is easy to be targeted by enemies.

Now, I am always thinking about the yin girl.
Chapter completed!