She is devoted to cultivating immortality

Chapter 151: Mount Tai collapses in front of you but you don’t change your expression; a deer appears on your left but you don’t blink
“I have memorized her name and appearance. All we need to do is let the demon god use his magical powers to kill her and take back the thing.

I will be able to receive the sixth initiation from the Demon God, completely achieve a perfect demon body, and ascend to the true demon world! Hahaha..."

The silver-haired old man laughed wildly, and his laughter caused the rocks on the inner wall of the cave to fall down continuously.

The white-haired young man also became excited and excited, with an ugly smile on his face.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped.

The silver-haired old man lowered his head, looked at the white-haired young man with a strange look, and whispered: "Good disciple, Master has planned everything. Now there is only one thing left, and I need you to help Master complete it."

The smile on the white-haired young man's face froze, and a sense of panic and uneasiness rose in his heart. He took a few steps back and stammered, "Master, how can I...how can I help you?"

"Simple."

The silver-haired old man smiled brightly and said, "The sacrifices I am offering to the demon god are not enough. If you can offer your own, that will be enough."

The white-haired young man's eyes suddenly widened, and he subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away.

But the silver-haired old man easily grabbed it, broke its neck and tore it into six pieces.

Then, he took out a six-armed, three-faced demon statue and two huge, ink-black glass crystal balls from his storage ring.

"With a body that has been initiating three times and millions of resentful souls, I can ask the Demon God Guidula to help me once, and there should be no problem."

The silver-haired old man nodded with satisfaction, then knelt respectfully in front of the statue and scratched his arms with his fingernails, causing blood to flow out.

He knelt down with a pious look on his face, and whispered a strange and difficult-to-understand scripture.

Recited it three times in a row.

The silver-haired old man's blood had soaked the ground in front of the demon statue. He then looked at the demon statue, his face filled with anticipation and excitement.

Sure enough, the demon statue seemed to hear his pleas and calls, and large amounts of demonic energy leaked out from the void. An extremely evil and terrifying divine thought seemed to be slowly descending.

The silver-haired old man could almost vaguely see the supreme and majestic demonic body behind the black air.

A powerful divine thought descended, and the silver-haired old man's body trembled slightly. He felt...
The demon was asking about his request.

"Ghost of the Holy Spirit"

The silver-haired old man was extremely excited and full of piety, and he conveyed Xie Lian’s name and appearance in his mind.

"Please, Holy Spirit, kill her!"

The silver-haired old man bowed humbly.

Next, the Holy Spirit will accept the sacrifice, and then you just need to wait quietly.
The silver-haired old man was thinking, and suddenly, a trace of throbbing emerged from the bottom of his heart.

He subconsciously looked up, but saw the black air in the void rolling back at a crazy speed.

And that extremely evil and terrifying divine thought, as if stimulated by something, quickly retracted.

In the blink of an eye, the strange vision in front of him disappeared completely.

"Uh"

The old man was stunned.

What's happening here?
Why did the Holy Ghost just leave without even saying hello to him?

Logically speaking, even if it was a rejection, he wouldn't be in such a hurry.

It's like. It's like..
Even though the silver-haired old man suddenly felt extremely absurd for no reason.

The divine consciousness of the Holy God Guidula seemed to be frightened by something.

Just when the silver-haired old man was puzzled
"Click——"

His eyes widened instantly, and an expression of extreme disbelief and disbelief appeared on his face.

The six-armed, three-faced statue of the demon god Ghostdrama placed in front of him suddenly fell backwards and then suddenly split in the middle.

"How is this going?"

The silver-haired old man looked panicked and confused.

But soon, a ferocious look appeared on his face again, and he took out a new demon statue from the storage bracelet.

This statue has three eyes on its forehead and eight arms, and looks even more evil and powerful than the previous ones.

"If the Demon God Guidala does not accept my request, then I will ask the Demon God Shivara, who is of a higher level, for help!"

It was bloodletting, chanting scriptures, and kowtowing.

Demonic energy emerged from the void, and a divine thought more powerful than Guidala soon descended.

The old man's face showed excitement again, and he hurriedly made his request.

However.
This time, the divine consciousness retreated quickly again.

Before the old man could react, the statue of the demon god Shivara broke into two with a snap.

The silver-haired old man was completely stunned.

How is this going?

Why did the Holy Spirit leave in a hurry after hearing my plea, and even the statue of the demon was shattered?

No, I don't believe it!

The old man had a ferocious look on his face, and he wanted to try again. However, this time, as soon as he opened his storage bracelet, he stood there in a daze, staring blankly at the scene in front of him, like an idiot.

I saw it in the storage bracelet space.

All the statues of demon gods that he treasured and worshipped were shattered and lay in the corners of the space like rubble.

The silver-haired old man stared blankly for a long time at a pile of demon statues that had been shattered for no reason.

Finally, the light appeared in his eyes again.

But it was an extremely terrifying light.

He thought about it.

He knew why all the demon statues were shattered.

Because of that person.
The mysterious man whom he begged the devil to kill
Even the high and mighty demons cannot be provoked.
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What is the origin of a person who even the Holy God of the Demon Realm cannot afford to offend?
What a terrifying existence it is?

The silver-haired old man didn't know that this was beyond his understanding.

Recalling the sonorous and majestic piano music, the ancient battlefield where immortals and gods fought, and the sky infected by the blood of gods and demons.
His body couldn't stop shaking.

Monster! Monster!
The mysterious young man at the foot of Mayfly Mountain is definitely an old monster who has survived for who knows how long!

The fear, horror, and shock in the silver-haired old man's heart surged up like waves, dominating his body and brain.

It seems like a dream to think that I could have walked away alive from the hands of such a person.

Suddenly, he woke up with a start.

This matter must be reported to the Holy Spirit!
But all the statues of the demon god have been shattered, and the holy gods who once descended will probably not accept his sacrifices in the short term.

How to do?
correct!

A flash of inspiration came to the silver-haired old man's mind.

All the demon statues he worshipped were shattered, but the demon statue in the white-haired young man's hand should still be intact.

Thinking of this, the silver-haired old man immediately dug out a storage bracelet from the body of the white-haired young man.

When his spiritual sense probed in, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Sure enough, the two demon statues enshrined in the white-haired young man’s storage bracelet were still intact.

"call--"

The silver-haired old man breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the head of the white-haired young man who died with his eyes open, and shed a tear as big as a bean out of guilt.

"Good disciple, you have helped Master again. Master is really ashamed..."

Then he quickly wiped away his tears and took out the two statues.

One was the six-armed, three-faced, ferocious-looking Demon God Guidala that he had worshipped before, and the other was a strange demon god with a snake body and a scorpion tail, with two faces, one of which was a terrifying ghost face, and the other was the face of a charming woman.

"Nightmare Ghost Mother..."

The silver-haired old man's eyes flickered, and he thought to himself, "Now that Demon God Guidala and Demon God Shivara are gone, I have almost no way out. Unless I get that thing, it will be almost impossible to get the sixth initiation.
I might as well just sell that thing and the news about that terrifying existence to the Ghost Mother of Nightmares, and become her disciple. Maybe I will have a chance to ascend to the demon world."

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the silver-haired old man's face.

The offerings were ready, the sacrificial rituals were the same, and everything went smoothly.

Seeing the demonic energy surging out of the void, as if a powerful divine thought was descending, the silver-haired old man took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and prepared to tell everything he knew immediately.

But at this moment, a pale, slender jade hand with sharp black nails suddenly stretched out from the rolling demonic energy in the void.

The silver-haired old man was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, the hand reached out and gently grabbed his neck.

"Click——"

The silver-haired old man had a lot to say in his heart, but before he could even utter a punctuation mark, his neck was twisted.

Then, his tall and strong body quickly shrivelled up like a rotten fruit.

It transformed into a rolling essence and poured into the lotus arm.

The demonic energy in the void became thicker and thicker, until finally, a girl in a black dress, with pale skin and a face as delicate as a sculpture, slowly walked out from it.

The girl took a deep breath, and streams of energy flowed into her seven orifices like swimming fish, and a look of slight enjoyment appeared on her face.

"I didn't expect that I would be able to eat such a delicious meal right after the Ghost Mother sent me to the human world."

The girl wiped the corners of her mouth gracefully and opened her eyes, her pupils were purple.

The girl glanced around the scene in the cave, a hint of doubt on her face.

"Could it be that this lowly human demon has angered both Guidala and Shivara at the same time, so he wants to seek refuge from the Ghost Mother?"

"Oh yeah, what was the purpose of his sacrifice?..."

The girl tilted her head and recalled for a moment.

"Under the Mayfly Mountain, there is a terrifying young woman..."

The girl shook her head lightly, her eyebrows slightly frowned, "It's too messy, but since you are so obsessed with that Mayfly Mountain, let's go and take a look when we have time."

"We still have to complete the task that Ghost Mother asked us to do first..."

The girl muttered to herself, stepped on the void with her bare feet, and disappeared silently into the shadows.

All that was left was a messy cave.

"Three days"

Xie Lian stood under the old peach tree, his study tools spread out, writing one big word after another - "Jing" - on the snow-white rice paper.

The body is calm, the mind is calm.

I make tea and practice swordplay every day, and the ancient sounds are put aside.

"Bang bang—"

knocking.

Xie Lian’s expression changed, someone was coming.

"Senior, Master Qin is here to visit you."

Xie Lian said, “Come in.”

Soon, a group of people walked into the courtyard one after another.

Qin Shikuang, Tan Tai Qingyin, Yu Xuanji, Jiang Yi and Zhong Shenxiu, as well as two middle-aged men whom he had never met before, all had quite distinguished demeanor.

"senior."

The group of people stood respectfully in front of Xie Lian, each bowing and greeting her.

Xie Lian did not even raise his head, and continued to write the word "Jing" calmly, just grunting lightly.

What is this called?
This is called not changing your expression when Mount Tai collapses in front of you, or not blinking when a deer appears on your left.

There is an internal taste.

Qin Shikuang and the others saw Xie Lian's performance, and a wave of admiration rose in their hearts.

The body merges into the heaven and earth, and becomes one with nature. The pen in hand writes the great way, and there are mysteries and secrets everywhere.

This is the true image of a powerful being in the immortal world.

This is the true side of Senior Xie as a peerless master.

Thinking of this, Saint Fanyin took a step forward and replied respectfully: "Senior, the two True Demon Sect monsters are dead."

"Who killed him?"

Xie Lian asked.

When Saint Fanyin and others heard this, they immediately felt admiration in their hearts.

As expected, the senior had already calculated that they would die at the hands of others. No wonder he didn't use the sound of the piano to shock them to death on the spot at the gate of the courtyard.

This must be another move by our predecessors.

It is really interconnected. Although it is hard to guess, it is still very impressive.

"We don't know who they were. When we found them, we only saw the bodies of two people."

As he spoke, Saint Fanyin handed over a storage bracelet.

Xie Lian took the storage bracelet and took a look inside. Inside was a pile of broken and strange statues, some strange and evil things, and two terrifying corpses.

A body was torn apart by five horses. Xie Lian immediately recognized that this was the white-haired young man he had seen before.

The other one was left with only half a skin, probably the silver-haired old devil.

Xie Lian put the storage bracelet aside, shook his head, smiled bitterly, and put down the pen in his hand.

Saint Fanyin and the others were waiting below, and when they saw Xie Lian suddenly shook his head, smiled bitterly, and sighed.

Countless guesses and thoughts popped up in everyone's mind.

What are you lamenting about, Senior Xie?
Could it be related to the man who killed these two demons?
I can't figure it out, so I can only remain silent.

Xie Lian waved his hand and said to the others, “Everyone is tired this time, go back and rest early, and we’ll have tea together in a few days…”

Recalling Xie Lian’s sigh just now, Saint Brahma and the others suddenly had a flash of enlightenment in their hearts.

Senior Xie must be recalling some old friends and old stories.

It’s better not to disturb Senior Xie at this time.

Thinking of this, Saint Brahma and the others looked at each other and said goodbye to Xie Lian.

However, Yu Xuanji and Yu Lingce respectfully placed a storage bracelet in front of Xie Lian without saying a word before leaving, and then left.

There were only two students left in the yard: Zhong Shenxiu and Jiang Yi.

Xie Lian was just curious about what Yu Xuanji gave her the storage bracelet for, and just as he picked it up, he looked up at Jiang Yi and Zhong Shenxiu.

"Why don't you leave?"

Jiang Yi said nothing, but gently poked Zhong Shenxiu with his arm.

Zhong Shenxiu's handsome face flushed slightly, and he said with a stiff upper lip: "Senior, can I use that word..."

Xie Lian found it amusing to see that he was staring at the word "Jing" she had just written on the table.

It turned out that these two people were attracted by the unfinished draft of my calligraphy practice.

He shook his head and waved his hand, "Take them all if you like."

"Hey!"

Zhong Shenxiu responded happily, then quickly stepped forward, picked up all the characters with the word "jing", and held them carefully in his arms as if they were treasures.

Each of Senior Xie's calligraphy and paintings contains infinite truths. These scraps of calligraphy practice are also invaluable treasures to them.

In other words, they are the legitimate students of Senior Xie. Ordinary people would never have such an opportunity and fortune.

The two of them thought happily and walked out of the yard with the discarded manuscripts.

Xie Lian finally had time to look inside the storage bracelet Yu Xuanji had given him.

A large pile of shiny "spiritual stones".

Pieces of "spiritual stones" emitting a light yellow halo lay quietly in the storage space. A rough count revealed that there were probably no less than a thousand of them.

Moreover, these spiritual stones were obviously much better than the ones Yu Xuanji had given her before, and they should be "superior spiritual stones".
In addition, there are some miscellaneous flowers, herbs, elixirs, magic weapons and other things.

"what--"

Xie Lian exclaimed in surprise and took out a scroll from his storage bracelet.

When she opened it, it was the painting "Heaven" that she had given to Yu Xuanji before.

"Why was it sent back?"

Xie Lian frowned and muttered, “Did she accidentally put it in there and forgot to take it out? Never mind, I’ll just give it back to her next time we meet.”

"It's really thoughtful."

Xie Lian’s mood suddenly brightened, and he happily put away the storage bracelet.

She felt at ease accepting this amount of spiritual stones.

"Good boy, you don't have to worry anymore. You can practice peacefully..."

Xie Lian smiled and picked up Anu, saying happily.

Anu's face was full of confusion. Although he didn't know what this matter had to do with him from beginning to end, his master's words
Just nod!
Anu raised his little face and said seriously: "Anu knows."

“That’s great, that’s great…”

Zhong Shenxiu walked while looking at the word "静" in his hand, his eyes shining and he kept muttering to himself.

Jiang Yi at the side could not help but say: "Senior Xie's calligraphy is naturally good, but I tell you, we will each have half of these Jing characters, don't think of taking them all for yourself!"

Zhong Shenxiu frowned and said, "Half for each is fine, but can you lend me your half for a while?"

Jiang Yi asked doubtfully: "What are you going to do?"

Zhong Shenxiu's eyes were burning as he looked at the manuscript in his hand and murmured, "You don't understand, my swordsmanship now is completely based on Senior Xie's swordsmanship.
There are too many strokes in the word "Jing", and each of the words "Jing" written by Senior Xie contains different sword principles. Almost every stroke contains a mysterious and extraordinary change in sword momentum.

If I can fully comprehend these words of tranquility, then my sword art will surely achieve a breakthrough!"

Jiang Yi was well aware of his friend's obsession with kendo, so after thinking it over he readily agreed.

"Okay, but you have to buy me a drink!"

Zhong Shenxiu said directly: "Then let's go now and finish drinking early so that I can go back and meditate earlier."

"There are people like you, don't pull me!"

The two people pulled each other and walked quickly towards the end of the long street.

Not long after, a figure appeared silently. He had an ordinary appearance. It was Han Fei.

"Han kid, the people in this courtyard are really very important. You also saw with your own eyes those people at the Wanbao Conference walk into her residence. If I am not mistaken, the painting of the ancient fairyland with thousands of immortals coming to pay homage must have been drawn by her.

This old monster that has survived from the ancient fairy court era to the present day, the ancient fairy giant, is not something we can afford to provoke."

Han Fei's eyes flickered, and he said unwillingly: "Then, Mr. Bai, are we just going to watch this great opportunity slip away? I really can't bear it!"

Old Bai sighed and said, "No one can predict the fate of an opportunity. Maybe there will be a chance in the future, but not now.

However, it would be a pity if you don’t take this opportunity.”

Han Fei's eyes lit up, and he said thoughtfully: "What Mr. Bai means is..."

"Those two guys, I don't know how lucky they were, to actually get the handwritten manuscript from the guy in the courtyard.

With his level of cultivation, the great principles of heaven and earth and the laws contained in every stroke of his hand are enough for you to benefit endlessly.

You might as well think of a way to get the manuscripts from these two guys.

This is also a great fortune.”

Han Fei nodded with delight, and then asked, "Mr. Bai, what should I do? These two are much stronger than me."

Old Bai chuckled and said, "Last time in the ancient immortal cave, didn't you get half a pot of immortal wine? It can be used now.
I don’t need to teach you the rest.”

Han Fei's eyes suddenly lit up with brilliance.
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The southern border is Beiming Mountain.

There used to be a sect of monks here, called Beiming Sect.

However, the leader of the True Demon Sect appeared and massacred everyone in the Beiming Sect within half a day, leaving only the wild crane guarding the mountain gate.

Most of the mortals living at the foot of Beiming Mountain saw the blood rising from the mountain that day, and since then this immortal place has had a more eerie atmosphere.

In recent days, people who entered the mountain have been disappearing. Standing at the foot of the mountain, you can hear the mournful howling of ghosts coming from the mountain. The Beiming Mountain, which was originally covered with white fog, is now shrouded in gray-black fog all day long.

Everyone said that these were the monks of the Beiming sect who had been brutally exterminated and turned into evil spirits to do evil. Some monks did not believe it and tried to use their light to break into the black fog to find out what was going on, but they never returned.

Gradually, no one dared to live near Beiming Mountain, and no cultivators dared to approach it, and the place became desolate and deserted.

The black fog that enveloped the entire Beiming Mountain was getting thicker and thicker, and its range was getting wider and wider.
"Uuuuuu——"

In Beiming Mountain, countless wandering souls and resentful ghosts were flying and circling in the sky, howling in pain from their mouths all the time. The sounds mixed together were sharp, piercing, terrifying and terrifying.

Not to mention ordinary people, even cultivators at the foundation-building stage or even the golden elixir stage who enter this place would instantly fall into a state of madness and confusion after hearing this sound, and would die with their brains bursting.

These almost endless wandering souls and resentful ghosts, with their ethereal bodies like smoke, are like a thick black fog, which has forcibly transformed a beautiful fairy mountain into a den of monsters and ghosts.

In this den of ghosts, a girl with bare snow-white feet and in a black silk dress was lazily lying in the air, looking at the den of ghosts in front of her, listening to the heart-wrenching howls of ghosts beside her, with a look of satisfaction on her delicate face.

"Luckily, that demon left behind millions of resentful souls. Otherwise, it would have taken me a lot of effort to create this den of demonic sounds and ghosts. I would have had to slaughter tens or even millions of people, which would have easily led to complications."

The girl in silk skirt stretched lazily, her beautiful figure fully revealed in the air. Unfortunately, there was only an evil ghost by her side, so no one could appreciate her beauty.

"It's almost time to prepare to open the passage and lead the evil spirits to the lower world."

"When this ghost den turns into the Demon Realm, I will be able to exert at least 70% of my strength in this world, and it will be much more convenient to travel..."

"When the Demon Realm expands ten times, we will be able to welcome the arrival of the Ghost Mother."

The girl in the skirt thought about it, her delicate and pretty eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and she whispered to herself: "Although the great catastrophe of the human world is approaching, many saints in the demon world, as well as those old monsters and antiques hidden in every corner are ready to move.
But the ghost mother wanted to come to the human world so early to seize the opportunity, it was really a bit impatient.

A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind.
Alas, these matters are not something a small Youtu flower like me can consider, so I will just follow the Ghost Mother's orders."

The girl in silk skirt shook her head, then stood up and faced the countless resentful souls around her with her ten green fingers spread out.

In an instant, an illusory dark purple magic flower seemed to bloom rapidly under her body, and then rolling black magic energy surged out from her body and under her skirt.

A terrifying force was brewing in the void. The expressions of the resentful souls in the sky became more distorted, and their howling became more piercing and sharp.

Gradually, in front of the girl in Luo skirt, in the void where the black air gathered, there seemed to be a dark crack like an eye that was slowly opening and expanding.

Pure demonic energy leaked out from the crack.
"Shh-"

A beam of light flashed rapidly across the sky, revealing Han Fei's figure.

He looked flustered, but his expression was filled with unconcealable joy and excitement.

"Mr. Bai, can you help me keep an eye on them? Are those two chasing us?"

Han Fei said in a deep voice in his heart.

Bai Lao replied: "I have been keeping an eye on them for you. These two guys are chasing you very closely and you still can't get rid of them."

"After all, he is a genius in the Fuyao realm, and he has stayed with that person for so long, so he must be different from others. However."

Han Fei showed a confident smile on his face, "It shouldn't take long before I can completely shake them off. No, it's not about running away anymore, it's about turning around and killing them both!"

Bai Lao was a little surprised, "Are you going to break through?"

Han Fei nodded, his eyes burning, and said excitedly: "During this period of time, I have been chasing these two people and taking time to comprehend that person's calligraphy. I have a deep understanding and feel that I will soon break through the Fuyao realm.

Not only that, this calligraphy seems to contain an extremely profound and mysterious sword technique. I have already grasped some of the clues and I just need to understand a few points.

With the cultivation of Fuyao Realm, it should be no problem to kill these two people. "

When Han Fei thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion in his heart.

Han Fei was originally just a menial disciple of the Shanhe Sect, with the lowest grade and inferior spiritual roots. He was destined to be a waste who would never be able to break through the Foundation Establishment Stage in his entire life.

But after obtaining a mysterious ancient jade pendant, all his fate changed completely.

First, he received guidance from Old Bai, an immortal from the upper realm, and then he encountered many adventures and opportunities along the way.

He went directly from a grassroots to an elite inner disciple of the Shanhe Sect, and later made a stunning debut at the Wanbao Conference.

Although he did not obtain the great fortune involving the secrets of the ancient fairy court, he got the supreme opportunity of the calligraphy of the ancient fairy giant by chance, and his strength realm is about to break through.

It’s really another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.

He broke through the Fuyao realm in less than one hundred and fifty years. He can be considered to have completely entered the ranks of Zhongzhou's geniuses.

Han Fei's heart was filled with excitement and excitement, but more importantly, confidence and pride.

Just as Mr. Bai once said, he must be the legendary son of destiny who is favored by heaven and earth.

In the face of overwhelming luck, qualifications, background, inheritance... everything is nothing but clouds.

The next step is to find a place and ask Old Bai to hide his figure. Then he can concentrate on comprehending the calligraphy of the ancient immortal giant and wait quietly for the day when his strength will break through.

Thinking of this, Han Fei showed a slight smile on his face.

He looked forward, searching for a suitable place for his retreat.

Suddenly, an astonishing vision attracted his attention.

I saw a big mountain in the distance, wrapped and shrouded in thick black fog. I could faintly hear the howling of ghosts coming from inside. It was like a den of ghosts.

And in this ghost den, a huge black vortex appeared at this time, breathing out devilish energy, creating a shocking sight.

Han Fei's eyes were shocked, and he couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Bai, what is that?"

Old Bai was moved and said, "What an amazing demonic energy! Could it be that some treasure from the demon world that was lost in the human world has been revealed?

This magic treasure must be extraordinary to be able to turn an area of ​​a thousand miles into a ghostly den! "

"Magic treasure?!"

After hearing this, Han Fei's eyes suddenly lit up with two rays of light.

"Hahaha"

He couldn't help laughing, staring at the direction of the black fog ghost cave with a burning gaze and said: "Another opportunity! Another great opportunity has come to my door... The treasure of the demon world must be no worse than an ordinary immortal weapon.
I, Han Fei, am indeed a son of destiny. Wherever I go, I encounter adventures one after another."

Bai Lao hesitated and said, "Don't be impulsive. I'm not sure whether it is a magic treasure. It is also possible that someone from the demon world has come to the world. However, this possibility is very small..."

"That's right, it must be a magic treasure!"

Han Fei smiled confidently and plunged directly into the direction of the black fog and ghost den without hesitation.

"Old Bai, just wait and see how I break Fuyao, comprehend the way of the sword, collect the magic treasure and kill the pursuers, hahahaha."
(End of this chapter)