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"Hahahaha ?"

"Hahaha ?"

One shadow after another gathered in front of Yang Fan, a total of eleven.

The 'Fallen Heart Flame' in Yang Fan's hand could be said to have a powerful killing force against the spirit. It could be said to be the nemesis of some spirit bodies.

"What the hell are you guys?"

Yang Fan could sense that the strength of these souls were around a Dou Zun's.

"Hahaha ?"

"Hahaha ?"

Still emitting that ear-piercing laughter, Yang Fan looked at them carefully. This was just a bunch of souls, without a physical entity.

However, if the soul could not form into a soul form, it would dissipate. Not only did these eleven black shadows not dissipate, they even possessed a powerful force.

Yang Fan's flames slowly approached them, one by one showing signs of dodging.

"Bring me to your boss, or I'll burn you!"

"Hahaha ?"

"Hahaha ?"

The eleven black shadows rapidly dashed towards a certain direction, and Yang Fan immediately followed.

Along the way, the light grew brighter, revealing many things.

Wherever Yang Fan passed by, many shadows would appear, but there was no sign of an attack.

It could also be because the spirit that was leading the way was in effect.

One hour.

Yang Fan saw nearly a hundred souls that possessed the strength of a Dou Zun.

Then what kind of strength did the owner of this relic have? Thinking of this, Yang Fan became a lot more nervous.

A road, an elegant pavilion, passing through from the road, these souls began to recede.

After entering the pavilion, a surge of spiritual power surged out from his surroundings.

"Hahaha, what a strange boy!"

Inside the pavilion, there was a chair and a table. A woman's figure slowly appeared on the chair.

She was wearing a flowery qipao, holding a small fan in her hand, and her lips were painted with a gorgeous color.

He looked extremely strange.

"You are?"

"When you speak to this princess, you need to kneel!"

Yang Fan was just about to frown, but was forcefully suppressed by a powerful pressure, and his legs were controlled as if they were on the ground.

"So powerful ?"0

The woman waved her fan, and a spirit that looked like a maid immediately appeared to pour tea for everyone.

The woman took a sip of her tea and asked, "What's your name?"

"Why should I tell you!"

"How dare you!"

Yang Fan's throat was seized by a force, and the veins on his face immediately popped out.

"System, analyze my strength!"

"Master, it's not real, I can't analyze it!"

"Damn it ?"

"Yang Fan, what's wrong with you? Why are you surrounded by such a powerful force?"

"Senior Yue Meng, I ?"

The woman's eyes suddenly changed and her eyebrows immediately furrowed. The tea in her hand fell to the ground.

"Hand it over!"

The woman grabbed Yang Fan by the throat and said with a threatening tone.

"What?"

"That Dou Sheng's Soul Body!"

"No ?" "Impossible!"

"Do you believe that I'll let you die right now?!"

"Yang Fan, let me out, she's only a 9 star Dou Sheng, he can't hurt me!"

"Senior!"

There was a flash of light, and Yue Meng appeared in the room.

A force pushed the woman away. "You dare to touch my person?"

The woman's eyes looked at Yue Meng, and her body began to tremble, "Moon God Palace's Palace Mistress?"

"What is it? "You know me?"

Yue Meng looked at her carefully, and finally shook her head, "The Dou Qi continent is so strong, how come I've never seen you before?"

"How could you be able to see this princess?"

"Princess? You are that clan's princess? "

The woman fanned herself, her expression arrogant. "Why should I tell you?"

"Tsk, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it. I don't want to know!"

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