"Fatty!" the Northeastern man shouted weakly.

The fat man opened his mouth and kept spewing blood.

"What are you doing!"

"Your father is going to die, can you call your father a handsome boy?"

"Hair!"

"Fatty!"

"Wash the Northeastern guy! What are the things you do! You need to have a few of the lower ones, and then call Li Jingzi!"

The Northeastern man lay on the ground, looking at the night sky, and slowly closing his eyes.

Liu Xianchen laughed wildly.

The soul-summing bell in his hand swayed and made a crisp sound, and the soul-summing bell covered the head of the Northeastern man.

Wang Han's eyes were so angry that he roared in his throat.

"Liu Nie Chen!!!"

Liu Niechen raised his head and smiled jokingly, "What's wrong? Is there a problem? Hahaha! Don't worry, no one in your ten masters can escape!"

Wang Han's eyes turned into two vertical lines.

The rolling evil spirit surged towards Wang Han.

A terrifying roar came from Wang Han's throat.

Shi Er's vertical pupils gradually showed signs of returning to normal, and he hugged his head with both hands and looked in pain.

Liu Niechen was also frightened by this roar, and the soul-suming bell almost fell to the ground.

Hanba looked up at Wang Han and laughed for the first time.

"Brother! You are so weak now!"

While speaking, Hanba turned the dragon in his hand, and the evil energy that had originally poured into Wang Han's body actually headed towards the dragon in Hanba's hand!

Wang Han's body shook.

Almost fell into a trap and was held in the arms of the dry bait.

Wang Han stared at Liu Niechen's direction, his eyes red.

"Liu's evil minister, today's hatred will be returned a hundred times!"

Liu Xianchen laughed, picked up the soul-summoning bell and covered the Northeastern man's eyebrows again, "I'm afraid there will be no one for the little thing!"

An old and strange laughter suddenly came.

“Our little path master of Jizhen Road!
Chapter completed!