Qin's Manor.
Around the manor at this moment, there is still endless black fog.
Moreover, the black mist is still spreading outwards, and the sound of ghosts crying is heard from it.
Above the sky, Wu Xing held the Thousand Ghosts in his hands, constantly waving, a thousand ghosts in the black fog become more tyrannical and fiercer each time the flag is waved in Wuxing's hand, tearing at the barrier.
"Break!"
Wuxing's face shows cruelness, looking at the Yin and Yang infinite diagram that began to flicker, the flicker of this diagram is not because the barrier cannot hold up...
But...
Beside the big stone in the clear pool.
"Xue, Auntie, you have to withdraw the spiritual power quickly. Your current spiritual power is too shallow to support the consumption of this barrier."
Lin Yuechan said anxiously, at the moment, the face of Qin Chuxue and Song Yu is not only pale but covered with a layer of gray.
