Chapter 3237: Yin spirit

"Huh!"
Following the command of the spear man, countless arrows shot at Xiao Fan and the others again. This time everyone was prepared and naturally unscrupulous.
Without Xiao Fan's action, those arrows were blocked by the White Devil and the others, and countless sharp swords penetrated the bodies of the Yin Spirit Race.
What shocked Xiao Fan and the others was that those Yin Spirit Races appeared as if nothing had happened.
"These arrows are transformed by death energy, and have no effect on the Yinling Race." Yu Qizi exclaimed.
At this moment, the man with the spear had already dashed towards him. The spear in his hand pierced the sky, turning into a black lightning and blasting down with an incomparable speed.
Cang!
Xiao Fan was still standing there motionless. At this moment, a black figure stood in front of Xiao Fan, but it was the Nether Demon, holding a black long sword to block the war spear.
What surprised Xiao Fan was that the war spear man did not retreat even the slightest, and his demonstrated strength actually blocked the counterattack of the ghost.
"Yinling God General?" Youmo frowned slightly, spitting out a few words coldly.
"It's kind of insightful, this yin spirit will kill the corpse!" The war spear man smiled proudly, and then he used the spear again to force the spear in his hand, and the sullen energy was billowing, which actually forced the ghost to step back.
"Hmph, what about the Yinling God General, you must die too!" Youmo sneered, his body was covered with layers of dragon scales, only his eyes were deep and dark.
With a bang, the corpse of the Yinling God on the opposite side was shocked and flew out instantly, and the hollow eyes suddenly jumped.
"It's somewhat capable." Xiao Fan couldn't help but look at the corpse. It was obviously the cultivation base of the peak of the Great Emperor, but the power was not weaker than the Saint Emperor.
"My son, he is a yin-spirit general, and his strength is naturally not weak." Yu Qizi took a deep breath and flew several skeletons with a sword.
"What is the Yinling God General?" Xiao Fan was somewhat interested in the so-called Yinling God General.
"The Yinling Race, whoever breaks through the peak of the Great Emperor Realm can participate in an assessment. This kind of assessment is very strict. I don't know exactly what it is, but the combat power must be the strength of the early Saint Emperor Realm to become a Yinling god!" Yu Qizi explained.
Xiao Fan couldn't help showing a clear look when he heard this. No wonder the ghost did not dare to underestimate the corpse, because it turned out that the opponent was a ghostly with the combat power of the Saint Emperor.
This kind of strength is estimated to be enough to rank within a thousand on the Ten Thousand Clan genius list.
Xiao Fan stood there quietly, without the desire to make a move. Although the strength of the Yin Spirit Race was large, the overall strength was not strong. It would be enough if they had the White Demon.
However, Xiao Fan soon discovered a peculiar thing, that is, the skeletons of the Yinling race fighting the White Demon, as long as they just approached him, they fell to the ground strangely.
As for those ghosts, they disappeared in an instant, and Xiao Fan could clearly feel a peculiar energy fluctuation seeping into the white devil's body, being swallowed and refined by him.
"The longevity beast possesses the power of longevity and specializes in restraining the dead?" Xiao Fan's eyes lighted slightly, and he sighed inwardly, this white demon is really low-key.
With his strength, a single person is enough to kill these Yin Spirit Race monks in seconds, but he just kills them one by one.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Fan didn't worry anymore. Sooner or later, the tens of thousands of Yin Spirit Race would die in the hands of the White Demon.
Immediately after his eyes looked at the formation, it was a pity that the formation resisted, and he couldn't see clearly what was in the formation.
Thinking of this, Xiao Fan walked over step by step, the closer he got to the formation, the stronger the shady feeling.
"What a strong Yin Qi!" Xiao Fan was shocked.
He got a group of Ancestral Dragon Qi last time, but a pure energy, but it was only a little stronger than the Ancestral Dragon Qi in the air here.
It is conceivable that the strength of the ancestral dragon's aura here, if you practice here for ten and a half months, it is estimated that it will be worth a few years outside.
"It just so happens that I also have to prepare for breaking through the Saint Emperor Realm, so let's smelt the heart of the world here." Xiao Fan murmured in his heart.
Xiao Fan had never thought of the ancestral dragon veins and the spirit of the ancestral dragon veins, but it was still possible to cultivate with the power of the ancestral dragon veins.
"Master, be careful!"
An anxious voice interrupted Xiao Fan's thoughts, but the ghost whistling from a distance in vain, rushing towards him quickly.
"It's better not to resist!"
At this moment, a chill rose from behind Xiao Fan, and a dark spear drew from his afterglow, and the chill was frightening.
It was not someone else who shot the corpse. It was the Yinling God who fought with humor. He fell behind and saw that these people, Xiao Fan, were the masters, so the ghost flies away, preparing to hold Xiao Fan first.
As long as Xiao Fan is held hostage, these people have no fear at all.
Seeing that he was about to hold Xiao Fan, a wicked smile appeared on his face, and his hollow eyes looked in the direction of You Demon, with a cold light, which was obviously excited.
However, when the ghost saw Xiao Fan's return to his senses, he suddenly stopped his figure and looked at the corpse like a dead person.
There was a hint of sympathy in those eyes.
With a snap, in an instant, the original stiff smile of Ji Shang became more solidified, he could no longer laugh, and even turned into fear.
I saw that his war spear was gently held by Xiao Fan, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get close.
"Although he looks a little ugly, his strength is not bad." Xiao Fan smiled and looked at the corpse. Xiao Fan is not afraid of such a strong person. If he can surrender, it would be best.
After a pause, Xiao Fan said again: "Give you a chance, surrender, or..."
"Humph!" Before Xiao Fan finished speaking, the corpse snorted in vain, discarded the war spear in his hand, and fled toward the formation at a swift speed.
Want to escape?
Xiao Fan was disdainful. He didn't know how much faster he was than Shishang. In the blink of an eye, he came to the side of Shishang and kicked out fiercely. Shishang and horses all flew upside down, shattering several mountains and the sky. Dust filled.
"Xiao Bai, deal with them as soon as possible." Xiao Fan cried out, staring solemnly into the formation.
咚~咚~
A strange sound sounded, the sound became louder and louder, very rhythmic, as if breathing.
Every time there was a sound, the void trembled slightly, and ripples appeared in the air, which were emitted from above the formation.
Step on~
The sound became heavier and heavier, the ground was trembling slightly, and then a rush of horseshoes sounded like raindrops.
Immediately afterwards, in Xiao Fan's surprised eyes, a black horse stepped out of the formation, and a tyrannical aura swept the audience.
It was a figure wearing black armor sitting on top of the Yinling Warhorse.
And this was just the beginning. After him, he followed the second and third horses...just a few breaths of time, the twelve ghost war horses lined up, standing not far from Xiao Fan and the others, ten above them. The second figure stared at them coldly.