My 30 years of touching corpses in Yizhuang

"This is Lord Lin Xiang, the Yin God of Weibei."

Chapter 172

"Yin God?"

Its last consciousness is doubt.

Can the Yin God have such a strong power?

Walking all the way from the east, west and south of the Weishui River, which one of those yin gods didn't turn a blind eye?Leave when you are almost done playing.

Do you think those Yin gods want to turn a blind eye to what it does?That

It's because my own strength can completely crush those weak Yin gods like old people who are dying.

But I never thought of living in a remote place like Weibei.

I felt my body disappearing bit by bit, even if it wanted to back up when it was dying, it couldn't do it.

How far has this person reached?

He didn't even bother to move his hands when he crushed himself.

After hundreds of years of practice, don't they even have the qualifications to do it?

It is not reconciled, not reconciled!

Lin Xiang was overjoyed to see such a level of resentment erupted by the ghost when he was about to die, and when it was about to die, he took the opportunity to convert the resentment into Taoism.

Although there is only a pitiful star and a half, it is better than nothing.

Seeing that this tease disappeared without a trace, Hong Yi was about to ask Lin Xiang what the origin of these ghosts was, when everything in front of him began to change inexplicably.

Until it completely turned into a coffin shop.

"Okay! The whole place turned out to be an illusion created by these ghosts using the coffin shop."

Lin Xiang glanced at the dropped silver on the ground.

Most of them are made of paper, only a few real silver.

"Master Yinshen. Where did all that money go?"

"I'm afraid there are people behind the scenes!"

"where?"

Lin Xiang raised his hand, and the aura that belonged exclusively to Lin Xiang swept the entire Changmen.

Except for those mortals who can't feel it, those with a little cultivation can only feel a stone weighing ten thousand catties on their heads.

Whether it was panting or moving, it made them shiver until they were sweating profusely.

An exquisite seven-story exquisite building, this place is the favorite place for monks who come to Changmen to gather.

After the monks inside felt the pressure that Lin Xiang brought to the entire Changmen Mansion, they joined forces to resist and try to overthrow Lin Xiang's power.

A monk with the peak strength of Jindan slapped the table and was startled:

"Fellow daoists. This force cannot be resisted by one person. It is better to work together and break one of the tiger's teeth."

All the monks agreed:

"can."

Immediately, the monk with the peak strength of Jindan made the first move, and then others joined forces one after another, but under Lin Xiang's power, these forces were no different from the light of the firefly competing with Haoyue.

Suddenly, a powerful force appeared.

The monk at the peak of Jindan showed joy on his face:

"Yes, it was the half-step Nascent Soul senior who made the move."

"That's right! That man is so domineering that even the half-step Nascent Soul senior is not happy."

"Everyone, work harder. Let those who exude power without authorization taste the pain."

Because of their joint efforts, the seven-story Linglong Building began to crumble.

The boss fled outside with his family in horror.

His forehead was constantly sweating.

He really loves his building!

The monks who joined forces in the building to fight against Lin Xiang were complacent at first, but finally realized that something was wrong.

This power has never increased, and the power generated by their joint efforts is continuously increasing, but they are still not the opponents of this power generated out of thin air.

As for why?

Of course, it was because the amount produced by Lin Xiang was too large, far exceeding their imagination.

Therefore, no matter how much power they jointly produce, as long as they can't surpass Lin Xiang's power, they will never be opponents.

Finally, Lin Xiang sensed that someone was fighting against him.

Because the force against him was too small, it was discovered only now.

"How courageous. Since that's the case, let them realize that in Changmen, the only way to survive is to keep your tail between your legs."

With a thought, all the monks in the seven-story Linglong Building, together with the existence of those half-step Nascent Souls, only felt a powerful and unresistable force coming, and then the power generated by their joint efforts was directly crushed.

Immediately, those monks with the peak strength of Jindan were all crushed to the ground and could not move.

How unwilling the expressions on their faces are, and how painful they are in their hearts.

So, how does such a domineering and powerful existence cultivate?

Why, these days' favored children, they don't even dare to have the idea of ​​reaching such a state?

In the seven-story Linglong Building, only those proud half-step Nascent Souls desperately resisted, but finally found it was useless, so they had to obediently get down.

Only a middle-aged half-step Nascent Soul was struggling to support it.

But because he was desperate, every pore of his body was bleeding.

The half-step Nascent Soul lying on the ground said: