One entrance after another, after a stick of incense, Yan Feng had already walked through more than thirty entrances. Wherever he went, he must have swept directly, but despite this, there was still no news about Xueer. W√w     Wく.

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At this moment, there were tens of thousands of ghosts and souls following him. These ghosts and souls were already controlled by the Ghost Art, and their life and death souls were all in Yan Feng's thoughts.

This is the benefit of the Ghost Slave Art. There is no limit on the number of enslaved souls, and it is endless!

Yan Feng looked into the distance, and I have to say that this place is really speechless. No matter how long he walked forward, it looked the same everywhere, and it was filled with black fire, and even a trace of other scenes could not be seen.

In such a place, let alone survival, even if you stay for a long time, your whole mind will collapse.

"Asan."

Yan Feng spoke lightly. At this moment, A San's face was full of excitement. The ghosts he had previously incorporated were now under his care. And those who were originally on par with him are now all flattering him like they were flattering him.

The feeling is obviously different from a small head who gathers hundreds of ghosts to a big head who commands tens of thousands of ghosts.

And all of this was brought to him by Yan Feng!

Hearing Yan Feng's words, he ran up happily.

"Boss, please give me some advice if you have something to do."

Yan Feng turned his head slightly and slowly stretched out his hand. His fingers were about to fall on Asan's head. Seeing Yan Feng stretched out his fingers, Asan was so scared that he suddenly knelt on the ground, kowtowed to express his loyalty, and shouted that Yan Feng should not kill him or others.

When he came, Yan Feng was stunned. Why is this guy so afraid of death...!

In fact, we can't blame A San. Although as long as we are not swallowed in this ghost prison, we can be reborn if we are killed, our cultivation will be greatly reduced, but... that is the average killing, and A San is enslaved by the Ghost Art.

Once he is enslaved by Yan Feng's Ghost Skill, he has already surpassed the underworld, the underworld controlled by Beiyin, and naturally the laws in the Ghost Prison. If Yan Feng asks him to die, he will die no longer.

In addition, when Yan Feng killed other souls that did not obey orders, he only made one move, which was to raise his fingers and the soul would dissipate.

No wonder A San subconsciously thought Yan Feng was going to destroy him.

But Yan Feng didn't care about so much of him, he continued to click with one finger and landed on A San's forehead.

"Send the order to let all the ghosts disperse them at various entrances to inquire about the woman."

A San, who was kneeling on the ground, was stunned. In his mind, there was a woman appearing, which was Lin Xueer.

Yan Feng did not kill him, and Asan was suddenly ecstatic, sweating heavily, and nodded desperately.

"Asan will do it now. Thank you for not killing the boss, and thank you for not killing the boss!" Then he rolled and crawled back and sent an order.

Looking at A San's appearance, Yan Feng was really amused and crying. What's the matter?

At the same time, a storm began to spread wildly outside the ghost prison. The rumors that someone wanted to take the entrance of the ghost prison under his own family began to spread one entrance at a time.

There was an old ghost at one of the countless entrances. At this moment, the old ghost was sitting on the ground, with an old and vulgar face, and there were a few ghosts beside him rubbing his shoulders.

"It's so unlucky. What exactly is there in that woman? She's so weird that I don't even dare to touch her."

"Damn it, give me some energy!" He muttered and waved his hand suddenly. The ghost body of the little brother who had pinched his shoulder was immediately dispersed, and then he condensed from the side and kowtowed quickly.

"Mom, I'll eat you!"

Looking at the little ghost kneeling on the ground, the old ghost was about to get angry, but at this moment, a ghost suddenly floated up, screaming in panic, with a sense of fear on his face.

"You kid took the wrong medicine today, why are you panic?"

The old ghost kicked the little ghost who was running in panic, and kicked the little ghost to the ground with a bang and turned it over ten times.

"Big, big brother! No, no, no, no, no!"

The old ghost frowned, and the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks looked annoying.

"Can you not stutter? Ah?" As he said that, he slapped the little ghost in the head, making the little ghost dizzy.

"Brother, there are people, come and ask..."

The old ghost was really annoyed by this little ghost, and then said, "Where did this kid come from? Damn, I can't even explain a single word. I'll drag it on and kill it for me."

There were a few ghosts behind him, and they went up and dragged the little ghost up.

"Ask, what's the matter, what's wrong with this ghost prison?"

"Oh... it hurts so much!" The old ghost rubbed his hand, and was still a little nervous now. This hand was the hand that touched the woman in white at that time.

Before the old ghost could react, at this moment, a powerful aura suddenly appeared in this area.

The old ghost suddenly jumped up with a bang: "Who is it?!"

He roared at the sky, but then... I guess this scene will never be forgotten in this life. The area where he is located is densely filled with ghost energy.

Ghosts and wolves howl, countless!

The ghost energy gathered, and a powerful sense of oppression came out.

This scene stunned the old ghost... He suddenly remembered the rumor that someone wanted to unify the periphery of the ghost prison. It is said that hundreds of holes had already surrendered. He was stunned and a fine cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Yan Feng was in the middle of this endless ghost energy, with A San following him arrogantly, and behind him were more than 300 tyrants like A San, and now they were all obedient like grandson.

Besides those who are still asking for information everywhere, there are no less than 100,000 ghosts under Yan Feng just following Yan Feng around!

Hundreds of thousands of ghosts and souls are with you!

In addition to those sent out, Yan Feng had 200,000 ghosts under his command at this time!

Yan Feng was also surprised... How many ghosts exist in this ghost prison? Because the ghost prison all looks the same, it is impossible to judge how big the place is or how many entrances there are.

But Yan Feng was also excited... In just a few hours, he had enslaved 200,000 ghosts. If he gave himself some time, millions or tens of millions would not be impossible!

When I think of the wave of my hand, there will be millions of evil ghosts following me. I am afraid that even Beiyin will be a little afraid of me.

Just as Yan Feng was thinking, A San spoke from the side: "Boss, it's here, and the guy said before that saw a woman in white dress here, it's here."

Yan Feng stared slightly and looked down. A golden flashed in his eyes. In an instant, the old ghost standing in the black fire suddenly trembled and his subconscious body took two steps back.

Just as he retreated, a figure appeared beside him, with a cold face. On the ground of his left eye, there was a blood mark, gray and white, and the white outer robe was lightly raised in the black fire.
Chapter completed!