There was no way, no matter what Ye Fan said, it was like breaking into someone else's residence, more or less uninvited.
What's more, this is a palace for women, so it's even more inappropriate for me.
But who was Ye Fan? He was the head of the five Dharma Kings. He was so evil. These thoughts soon disappeared.
"Let's agree in advance. I'm afraid you haven't seen a new face here for thousands of years. I am more or less a guest when I come here, but you really don't have any hospitality at all!"
"Since you have stopped talking about etiquette, I have nothing to say. Now don't blame me. This is all your fault."
After Ye Fan finished speaking, he nodded secretly. This was a good statement.
If his words were heard by outsiders, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood on the spot.
How did Ye Fan say such shameless words? And he said it so confidently. He really deserves to be Ye Fan.
The next moment, Ye Fan slowly raised the Vulcan Sword, but still stabbed it forward gently. What if he suddenly resurrected?
When the time comes, I will just make the sky not respond, and the earth and the earth will not work.
"Wow!"
When the tip of Ye Fan's Fire God Sword touched the figure's body, the body turned directly into a pool of blood mist.
"No, are you so fragile? I haven't even started fighting yet, and you're gone!"
Ye Fan's eyes widened in disbelief, but the next moment he realized a very serious problem.
"You don't play like this! I haven't got any treasures yet? Give me some more or less!"
"You are so unreasonable? I have worked so hard to get here, do I have to return empty-handed?"
Ye Fan paced anxiously in place.
Whether it was in his previous life or in the ancient world of cultivating immortals, he had never returned empty-handed. Today, he really slapped himself in the face.
But then he looked at the pool of blood mist. There seemed to be some molecules beating above the blood mist, as if they were living spiritual blood.
"Well, since you won't give me the treasure, then I'll take some of your blood."
Ye Fan let out a long sigh. Maybe the blood would have no effect, but he couldn't draw water from a bamboo basket in vain.
If this is really the case, after I go out, I will be laughed out of my head by those guys in black.
When Ye Fan's hand touched the blood, the blood miraculously spread to Ye Fan's internal organs.
"What?"
Ye Fan's eyes suddenly changed, and the next moment he sat cross-legged and meditated. The blood was slowly repairing his shrine.
"Could it be that these are the real treasures? Can these be said to be able to restore the power of my palace?"
When he thought about it at the end, the corners of Ye Fan's mouth couldn't help but crack. It was really hard to find a place after wearing iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it.
Then Ye Fan calmly absorbed those blood stains. These blood stains can not only heal his own magical power, but also enrich his spiritual blood. It can be called a real treasure!
At this moment, if you don’t accept it, why are you waiting?
Gradually, Ye Fan lost consciousness and slowly fell down.
Although Ye Fan is currently healing the shrine and enjoying the nourishment of the blood, Kong Xuan and others outside are not so lucky.
Except for Kong Xuan and Long Xin, Lao Wu and others in black were all seriously injured.
There is no way, the strength of those ghosts is getting stronger and stronger, and their numbers are also endless, reaching the point of despair.
"What are you doing now? These guys really can't finish fighting! Think of a way quickly."
The old man in black roared unwillingly, but he seemed to have not asked the question. Who can respond to him now?
Although the final target of those ghosts is the Dream Palace behind them, Ye Fan is inside it now, and they have no room to retreat.
"wrong!"
Kong Xuan exclaimed.
"What's wrong?"
"Although the target of these ghosts is the palace behind them, they seem to dare not touch the palace."
After Kong Xuan finished speaking, everyone realized something was wrong.
In fact, they had long been unable to block the attack of these ghosts, but when those ghosts came to the periphery of the palace, they did not dare to touch the palace gate at all.
It was as if the palace had been endowed with some great terror, which frightened them.
"Hahaha, God really helped me, why didn't I notice it before?"
The old man in black laughed twice excitedly, and now a pot of water was boiled.
"Let's get out of here quickly and keep distance from these damn ghosts. They can't get in anyway."
"Whenever the boss comes out, we will meet him again."
"good!"
After a brief discussion, everyone jumped to the rear in unison.
Only when they reached the safe zone did they realize how wise their move was.
If they stay there any longer, there is absolutely no chance of survival, because there are endless ghosts in the distance, and there is no end as far as the eye can see./
To tangle with those guys is to wait for death, with no chance of survival.
"Hurry up and recover from your injuries. The moment Ye Fan comes out is the moment we start the war again."
"good!"
Without any hesitation, everyone sat up and meditated cross-legged on the spot, quietly waiting for Mark's arrival.
…
On the outskirts of the Netherworld, the expressions of the disciples of the Tiansheng Sect and the heavenly soldiers and generals changed slightly, and they also sensed the changes coming from behind them.
An elder from the Tiansheng Sect came to Bei Feng and spoke respectfully.
"Sir, what should we do now? Should we rush in directly or..."
"What are you rushing in for?"
"There is something strange happening inside! There must be a big commotion happening inside the Land of the Netherworld, and the situation must be very urgent."
The elders of Tiansheng Sect looked a little anxious, but Bei Feng just waved his hand and spoke nonchalantly.
"The guys who just entered must have touched the mechanism of the Netherworld and provoked those ghosts. What does it have to do with us?"
"Since they dare to come here, they must bear the price of coming here. This is what they deserve."
After Bei Feng finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes and no longer paid attention to what was going on.
The elder of Tiansheng Sect opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he still backed away with a sensible look on his face.
Bei Feng's words have made it very obvious that he does not care about the life or death of the disciples who enter the Netherland.
In other words, it's not just these disciples, but even the lives of his own disciples don't matter, as long as their interests are not endangered.
Although this sounds a bit callous and ruthless, the style of these heavenly soldiers and generals has always been like this, so you'll be fine if you get used to it.
