It was inconvenient to walk alone in such a place. When Yan Chao listened to the sound intently, his scalp suddenly became numb and something hugged his legs! He looked down and saw that it was a woman in red with disheveled hair.

The woman was wearing a blood-red wedding dress, with two mandarin ducks embroidered on the wedding dress. The woman faced the ground, so Yan Chao could only see her back. She should have crawled from a distance, and all the way was covered with water stains.

Yan Chao wanted to kick the woman, but he couldn't move. Yan Chao discovered that he was actually locked by a faint pressure!

The woman slowly raised her head...but her hair was too long, and it still blocked her face.

"Am I beautiful?" Her voice sounds nice and sweet.

"Yeah." Yan Chao replied subconsciously.

"Haha, man..." She slowly lifted her long hair: "It's just that sweet-mouthed sword." It was a face with nothing! It had no eyes, no nose, no mouth, and some were just a big hole, big enough to see the void of the trachea!

"Now, is it still beautiful?" The female ghost's voice suddenly became shrill: "Why, why did you lock me in a sedan chair and drown? Why?"

The female ghost grabbed Yan Chao's arm and slowly climbed up. The big hole was facing Yan Chao's face. The stench emitted from inside made him smell the scent of rouge on the female ghost's body, which was extremely disgusting.

Yan Chao was anxious. Even if he had the fighting power of the sky, he was locked here and could not move, it would be useless!

"By the way!" He suddenly thought of that thing, and immediately sank his mind into his dantian. Above the ancient continent, a mysterious and sacred fruit phantom was hovering in the air - the Daoyuan Holy Fruit! Yan Chao suddenly released the Daoyuan Holy Fruit phantom out of his body. The pressure that was the same as the saint immediately counterattacked, catching the thing that locked Yan Chao with the pressure in the dark was off guard!

The ancient fruit was projected onto Yan Chao's head, and the purple light was sprinkled.

"Hmph—" The thing was backfired by the pressure, and there was no movement with a muffled groan. The female ghost who was lying on Yan Chao and wanted to bite him was also hit by this pressure and flew backwards. Seeing that she was not Yan Chao's opponent, she was about to crawl away, but Yan Chao raised his sword and stepped on his hands.

"Want to leave?" Yan Chao poured the immortal essence into Li Tian: "Save your life!"

"Woo--"

Yan Chao was about to save the female ghost with a sword, but another cry came, and yellow paper sprinkled out of thin air. For a moment, the ghost howled endlessly.

"What are you trying to do?" As soon as he looked up, he saw a terrifying scene! Not far behind him, all kinds of wronged souls floated, some were hanging, some drowning, some committed suicide, and even some fell to death! One by one, one with his tongue mopped the floor, his eyes raised or his brain was popping, and he looked extremely terrifying.

If it were just these, Yan Chao would not be afraid. What's even more terrifying is that there were teams of ghosts with soldiers on both sides of these things. Yan Chao could not detect the strength of these ghosts! In other words, they were at least fifth level! Those ghosts with soldiers should be legendary ghost soldiers. Dozens of ghost soldiers with at least fifth level escorts were escorted with countless first and second level souls, and there were other enemies with unknown strength in the secret. Yan Chao was a little stunned. Who is Lu Shi and why are there these things in his tomb? Isn't this uneasy to die!
Chapter completed!