Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

The majestic spiritual power sliced ​​through her body, washing her limbs and bones, sealing her dantian instantly, and the yin energy in her body was instantly sealed.

Xiaodie's body was paralyzed, and she fell into the ambush, staring at the person beside her, as if she had been cast with a holding spell, unable to speak.

She can be sure that this person is not Xuanxiu, and what he is using is not magic.

Xiao Zhuo, who was full of sorrow, turned pale with fright, and stared at the man dumbfounded.

This person was Ye Fan. After finishing Xiaodie, he turned his head to look at Xiao Zhuo.

Xiao Zhuo looked like a frightened rabbit, hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to meet his eyes.

"What's your name?"

Ye Fan looked at the ghost who looked like Nie Xiaoqian in front of him and asked.

He was a little unsure whether this was the movie in A Chinese Ghost Story.

"Little Zhuo..."

Xiao Zhuo's voice was flustered and his hands were soft and boneless, and he clutched the hem of the skirt tightly at a loss.

Ye Fan looked at each other and smiled gently: "Don't be afraid, I just want you to do me a favor."

"Are you human?" Xiao Zhuo wrinkled his nose and looked up at him in disbelief.

Xiaodie's face was already pale with fright, but her body was restrained by the strength and she couldn't move, her heart was already filled with anxiety.

"how do you know?"

Ye Fan was a little surprised, he used aura to cover up the yang energy, even simulating the breath of a demon.

Otherwise, I am afraid that if I was mixed with monsters just now, I would have revealed my secrets long ago.

"I... have a good nose."

Xiao Zhuo's pretty face changed slightly, and he moved his body back with some fear: "I smell a faint yang energy on your body."

She was afraid in her heart, because she clearly felt it.

When she said that the other party was human, there was a terrifying fluctuation of spiritual power in the other party's body.

He also thought that the other party's identity was found out, and he became angry from embarrassment, and wanted to kill the soul.

Ye Fan glanced at her lightly, and said with some amusement: "Your nose is really sharp, much better than a dog."

Hearing this, Xiao Zhuo's pretty face flushed, why did it sound like scolding... scolding spirit?

Ye Fan wasn't malicious, it was pure emotion.

You know, with his current cultivation, as long as he can hide his breath.

Even monsters in the same realm are hard to detect, Xiao Zhuo is only a hundred-year-old female spirit.

To be able to smell the yang energy on her body, it can be seen that her nose is really unusual.

Chapter 1206

"Some things probably don't need to be explained. You know what to do, right?"

When Xiao Zhuo was uneasy, Ye Fan turned to look at Xiaodie, and with a flick of his fingers, he shot out spiritual power, releasing the restraint on Xiaodie.

After the confinement was released, Xiaodie hurriedly pulled Xiao Zhuo down behind her to protect her.

"We are just ordinary ghosts, and we don't have any treasures on us." Xiaodie bravely said.

Ye Fan looked at the corner with a half-smile, where there was a wooden box with a quick token inside.

"I don't want to win treasures, I just want to take a ride and go to that stone city for fun."

Hearing this, Xiaodie looked at him in amazement, and said in doubt: "That's the lair of the old demon from Montenegro, you're human..."

"So what about people?" Ye Fan said indifferently: "There is no place in the world that I can't go to."

Xiaodie was stunned when she heard the words, she felt that she couldn't breathe due to the overwhelming pressure.

After a while, the cold Xiaodie stammered: "We... will take you in..."

She didn't dare to resist. In front of this person, she felt like an ant.

That sense of oppression is more terrifying than grandma.

The clever Xiaodie naturally knew how to deal with it, and when she agreed, the coercion quietly dissipated.

The person in front of him stopped talking, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again, looking like that harmless scholar.

Following the man's finger pointing lightly in the air, the four little monsters who were walking up and down walked forward as if they had just woken up from a dream.

In the dark alley, the two of them hid here and there, avoiding evil spirits.

The man in the lead, with a ruffian face, carried a wide long sword on his back.

Behind him was a monk who looked young, with a nervous expression on his face, holding a bulging package in his arms.

When the little monk passed by a house, the door suddenly opened, and pale arms emerged from inside, grabbing his skirt and dragging him into the house.

"Big Beard, help!"

The little monk's expression changed drastically, and he was terrified.