<h4>?Chapter 1501: Is This Still a Modern ne!?</h4>


    Feng Yin pulled out the Ninth Abyssal me, subduing the surrounding ghosts. Some of them couldn’t bear the power and dissipated in no time.


    Ning Shu: ...


    Damn, this was a modern ne. Taking out such things was clearly cheating.


    When she saw the me, Ning Shu thought for a moment that she was in a cultivation ne.


    Despite being a living person, Ning Shu also felt difort in her soul. On the other side, many of the surrounding ghosts, as if they were facing their nemesis, hastily flew away.


    Feng Yin was like a deity floating in the air. The Ninth Abyssal me flickered slightly in his hand, and the blue fire shone on his face, causing his face to look a little green.


    People could be stupid, so could ghosts. Some ghosts didn’t believe they would be defeated and continued to squat around the apartment.


    Feng Yin coldly smiled as he separated a strand of the Ninth Abyssal me in his hand. He sent it towards a foolish ghost.


    As soon as the Ninth Abyssal me touched the ghost, the ghost immediately burned up, just like dried wood catching fire. The ghost howled in pain and rolled around, trying to extinguish the mes on its body.


    Despite being a me, the Ninth Abyssal me was cold in nature and directly invaded the soul. Before long, the ghost wholly dissipated, and its soul power was absorbed by the Ninth Abyssal me.


    Ning Shu: ...


    The f*ck! She was deeply suspicious that she had walked into the wrong film set. She knew Feng Yin was powerful, but now her opinion was wholly refreshed.


    With this forewarning, all the lingering ghosts were scared out of their wits. They disappeared in a sh.


    When these ghosts left, the clouds in the sky also cleared away, revealing the hidden moon.


    Ning Shu also had the intention to leave. She originally wanted to fish in troubled waters, but the situation rapidly turned one-sided.


    As of now, no one among the living or the dead was Feng Yin’s opponent.


    Ning Shu’s heart only had one feeling, f*cking shit.


    “The person hiding over there, get out. How long do you n to watch the show?” Feng Yin looked at Ning Shu’s hiding ce and said coldly.


    “A living person dares to appear in such a ce.”


    Ning Shu’s eyes whirled, but she didn’t step out. Upon seeing the Ninth Abyssal me in Feng Yin’s hands getting weaker and weaker, she suddenly had an idea.


    The Ninth Abyssal me was very damaging to the soul. If so, Feng Yin, the user, should also be affected, especially now that his strength had sharply declined.


    Feng Yin saw that the sneaky person hadn’te out, so he floated towards Ning Shu.


    Ning Shu took out the soul pearl from the cloth bag to see if it was harmful to Feng Yin.


    The soul pearl was also something that absorbed soul power, and Feng Yin now had no physical body. He was just a ghost, a powerful ghost.


    The closer Feng Yin got, the more Ning Shu felt a dark baleful force surround her.


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    Ning Shu couldn’t wait any longer. She threw the soul pearl towards Feng Yin.


    Feng Yin stopped in his tracks, furrowing his handsome eyebrows with a puzzled look. Obviously, he had no idea what this was.


    But, Feng Yin did not lose his alertness toward the soul pearl. He shed away to dodge it, but he never imagined that the pearl would actually rush into the Ninth Abyssal me.


    The Ninth Abyssal me pulsed violently, frantically burning the soul pearl. The pearl also slightly trembled, apparently resisting the Ninth Abyssal me.


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