Chapter 122 (2/2)

The shadow of the sword passed, and a hair of the ghost stayed on the back of the blade.

This is the real strength of Yan Mengmeng. Among so many ghosts and demons, Yan Mengmeng can eliminate one with a sword. Naturally, there is no need to say more about the difficulty.

Seeing this, the ghost was completely stunned.

Yan Mengmeng also achieved the desired effect, so he continued to ask, ”think clearly. I'm talking. Even if I'm poisoned, killing you is a matter of moving my wrist. You can have a try.”

Ghost: ”no... no...”

Yan Mengmeng: ”then tell me what the poison is.”

Ghost: ”this is the poison of your Majesty's martial spirit. It contains the original power of the martial spirit. No one can solve it except your majesty.”

Hum, tell you what. Your majesty is here. You are not suppressed.

Yan Mengmeng: ”Oh, what about inheriting the throne?”

Ghost: ”this...”

The ghost hesitated for a long time and couldn't speak. As a result, someone came.

Looking at the visitor, he was an old man with white hair.

Yan Mengmeng was wondering who it was. The old man stared at the scene with wide eyes and didn't react. Then the ghost began to wink wildly.

The old man who received the signal reacted and began to shout directly.

”Your Majesty, your majesty ~ ~”

Yan Mengmeng:

She really didn't expect this kind of ”old” friend called parents to appear.

But obviously it was still useful. Bidong really heard the sound.

Obviously, bidong is not feeling well now. It is estimated that it is due to the use of the original power of his own martial soul.

The original ruddy face turned pale.

He looked at Yan Mengmeng with a puzzled face, and then immediately began to urge his soul to control Yan Mengmeng again.

Yan Mengmeng immediately felt that the body type was different, but it was still under control. At least now, if the ghost dared to do anything, Yan Mengmeng could directly send him to the last pope with a sword.

The next thing is to see who can't hold on first. Anyway, it's no problem for Yan Mengmeng.

At bibidong, the corners of his mouth began to bleed, and he was still trying his best to maintain his martial spirit.

Yan Mengmeng really couldn't see it anymore and interrupted her.

”Your holiness, in fact, we can talk. Your move is useless to me.”

After hearing this, Bibi was embarrassed. Under the gaze of Yan Mengmeng's black eyes, she thought for a long time before she stopped.

Weakly asked, ”how do you... Want to talk?”

Yan Mengmeng: ”simple, three questions, one question for one of you. Do you think this is still very cost-effective?”

Bibidong:) ＾)

She is really wrong. How can a mere mortal rival God.

In desperation, she agreed with Yan Mengmeng.

Yan Mengmeng also put away the shadow on the ghost and lifted her control over the chrysanthemum pass.

Chrysanthemum shut herself back and looked confused. Before he knew what was going on, the ghost took him here with a flash.

The ghost went up and helped the weak bibidong, whispered in her ear, ”he should be coming soon, your majesty, don't panic.”

Of course, bidon knows who he's talking about, but is it really useful for the old man to come?

She's not sure.

In this way, Yan Mengmeng looked at the three people, smiled and said, ”well, your holiness, now let's start our first question, how to solve this poison?”

Bidong: ”aren't you... Not poisoned?”

Yan Mengmeng: ”I'm poisoned. Your poison is actually very powerful. If I drink all that cup, I'll really fall into your hands, but you don't have to worry. It's easy to kill the three of you!”

Three people:

Listen, listen, are you talking about people?