Zhao Feng's vitality and true power were exhausted along with the ghost mark.

Fortunately, with the protection of bloodline power, Zhao Feng's life source was not eroded.

Three days later.

Zhao Feng slowly exhaled and retracted the light green blood that blocked the small abyss of his left eye.

At this time, the ghost mark on his body finally disappeared, but at the same time, the true power in his body also weakened by one level.

“Is it worth it?”

Zhao Feng murmured, looking at the little thieving cat on his shoulder.

It turned out that while dissolving the ghost mark, Zhao Feng's cultivation level fell to the sixth level.

The little thieving cat narrowed his eyes slightly and did not answer.

Zhao Feng left the Hundred Tombs Forbidden Land, searched his body, and found that although his cultivation level had decreased, his realm had become more stable, and the potential in his body was much greater than it was in the seventh heaven.

This is just like building a tall building. The more stable the bottom building is, the higher the superstructure can be built.

Zhao Feng felt this way. He broke through two levels in a row at the alliance grand event, and with the help of the external power of the elixir, his cultivation strength skyrocketed. It was too hasty.

But now, this problem no longer exists.

By resolving the hidden dangers of ghost marks, although Zhao Feng has fallen to a new level, his foundation is more stable and his potential for improvement is stronger.

One peck and one drink is like destiny.

at the same time.

In the distant Iron Dragon Kingdom, on a mysterious altar.

"The ghost mark has been resolved...how is this possible...could a powerful person from the Danyuan Realm take action?"

The hoarse voice echoed, and there was a chill that penetrated the soul. Most real-life people would shudder when they were in this place.

The owner of the voice was a skeleton man wearing a black robe inlaid with gold. His whole body was made of silvery bones and glowed with a faint purple light.

"No... that's the power of the 'Curse of Hundred Tombs'"

The face of the Skeleton Hall Master suddenly changed.

"Lord Hall Master, if you step into the forbidden area of ​​100 tombs, you will inevitably die. Those who fall victim to the magic will obviously have perished."

The man next to him, who was stiff with blood and silver streaks, clicked his tongue and smiled.

The Skeleton Hall Master nodded. If the person who casts the ghost mark dies, the mark will naturally disappear.

"Hall Master, regarding the 'Hundred Tombs Forbidden Land,..."

The Protector of the Blood Zombie Helm asked with a hint of inquiry.
Chapter completed!