Glancing at Wang Li indifferently, Xiao Ling didn't even want to say more.
The light in his hand flashed continuously, and a stack of talismans appeared neatly in his hand. At the same time, with a move of his hand, Lian Yun's shadowy figure appeared, and the evil spirit of Gengjin suddenly radiated from his body. "Amulet, walking corpse!"
Wang Li ran away with a strange cry, even ignoring his accomplices beside him.
At the same time, I secretly complained in my heart, this time I was kicked on the iron plate, maybe my life will stay here.
Who would have thought that an old man who was hanging out with Fat San could hold a talisman and raise his hand to call out a walking corpse?
And looking at the awe-inspiring appearance of the walking corpse, it must be a walking corpse that has beencultivated with evil spirits, so I beg you!
His cultivation base is definitely not the fifth level of gas extraction, maybe it is the same as his cultivation base or even higher.