A monk hurriedly shouted, "I...I know where they are, I know where they are!"

"They went up to the sacred mountain, on the sacred mountain in the secret realm!"

King Wu raised his eyebrows: "Shenshan? We also know that because I was also on it at that time, why did they not come out yet when I came out?"

These monks can only remain silent: What's wrong?

"Luo Shi'an is just a waste, and I don't know what the benefits of you following them."

"Huang Tingzhan's eyes are also blind, why should he protect such a person?"

"A demon cultivator, let alone having connections with the demon clan, everyone can kill him."

The Qingling Ancient Clan and others entered the secret realm in the next wave. They even had time to pick up the spirit stones when they arrived in the secret realm, and a resentment could only be poured on these cultivators.

Moreover, these monks had a lot of spirit stones on their bodies. They killed them and got them by hand.

In fact, no matter whether they know about Luo Shi'an and others or not, they will die!

Cultivators from other forces naturally would not watch it. Everyone wants to compete for such fat meat.

Therefore, the monks who followed Huang Tingzhan were in trouble, and they screamed and collapsed the strugglers.

"Hmm? Why is it foggy?"

Flashes of fog surged in the distance, reaching the extreme speed. The previous second was still within the sight, but the next second was already in front of him.

"Ghost!" Some monks shouted. They were in Luoze for so long that they naturally knew what would happen in such a scene.

Judging from the posture, the number of ghosts should be quite large, otherwise such a terrifying fog would not have been brought about.

"The Ghost King should be coming nearby!"

However, the monks here are not afraid. There are so many monks, and there are more than a dozen of them at the Martial King level, and they are not afraid even if the Ghost King comes.

"Isn't this the ghost king next to Luo Shi'an?" someone said in confusion.

There is a ghost king next to Luo Shian, which is something everyone knows.

"No, Luo Shi'an's ghost king is not that powerful."

Looking at the fog posture, he was definitely a successful ghost king, and he would never be the weak ghost king in front of Luo Shi'an.

Ji Chengxuan sneered: "It's better to be his Ghost King. I will pull its soul power away so that it will be worse than death. Isn't Luo Shi'an very capable? I will let him see his pets, and his people die in front of him one by one, but he can't do anything."

"Hmph, go up the sacred mountain? Force all of us down the sacred mountain. I see how capable you can be."

Ling Sheng, the ancient Qingling clan, also said coldly: "Marquis of my ancient clan, was tortured in the sacred mountain, and we have been with Luo Shi'an forever. Since it is his person, even his thing must not exist in the world."

The monks of the Kunpeng clan also suffered heavy casualties in the secret realm. They were the first to enter the secret realm and suffered the most pressure on the mechanisms. They broke through the formations first, so naturally the most dead cultivators.

Later, when he entered the real secret realm, he was also resisted by the indigenous people. Because he was not very suitable for the fighting style of source power at the beginning, countless casualties were also injured.

It can be said that they are cannon fodder, which reminded the Immortal Sect and the Qingling Ancient Clan who came later. Only when the people behind them were able to meet the original residents were at ease.

The powerful people of the Kunpeng clan naturally took the account to Luo Shi'an and others, because Luo Shi'an was from the same group as those natives.

Those cultivators who failed to enter the secret realm were naturally even more jealous of Luo Shi'an and others. So many of them failed to enter the secret realm, why should they enter? And they could stay until the end!

The monks who had originally followed Luo Shi'an and could not resist the temptation and escape halfway were also mixed at this time.

Regret? Of course, if they didn’t quit halfway, they could also go to the real secret realm.

But now everything is useless. Seeing that the weak monks in a camp were killed, they felt a little more glad and gloating.

While these people were thinking about each other, the fog had already covered the entire area, and they were crying and howling for a while.

The fog was so thick that it was impossible to see the person opposite even if it was face to face.

It’s better for powerful monks to feel the situation nearby through their senses, and they won’t be completely blind.

The weak monks were already in control, but this was not the most nervous time, because they all knew that the person next to them must be their own people.

But soon they felt something was wrong.

A monk reached out to pull his hand because he was afraid...

The direction was originally one of his best friends, but what he pulled was a skeleton with disheveled hair. The empty black hole stared at him and giggled.

This kind of laughter is a friction between the bones and has no emotion at all.

The monk was so heartbroken that he held the ghost's hand in horror. When he looked down, his heart became cold.

His entire hand also turned into bones, without any flesh.

The ghost directly corroded his hands.

If you want to get it back, you can't do it at all, it's like welding it to death on the ghost.

In horror, the flying sword was unsheathed and cut off the hand that grabbed the ghost.

When the stinging pain came, I realized that the hand that fell to the ground was still intact and had not been corroded at all.

His arms were bleeding, and he was so stupid.

How confused the ghost is!

He was actually lost his hand by the ghost's illusion.

He screamed in the whole fog, and he would not be the one who suffered the loss.

At this time, Ji Chengxuan shouted: "Be careful, everything is an illusion, don't be fooled. As long as we do nothing, they can't do anything to us!"

Only after he finished speaking, another scream came. He heard a angrily scolding: "What kind of tricks did you do with your fucking trick? My brother had to be removed from his head without any resistance!"

These people were even more frightened.

Ji Chengxuan is still waiting to be refuted, but he thinks it is these people's own fault, and it must be the consequences of their own resistance.

But before he could say it, something thorned in the fog, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be a transparent sword.

This sword is slightly gray, and it is all transformed by the hostility here.

The sword pierced his throat.

"Hmph, just illusions are not worth mentioning!"

I originally wanted to not resist, but suddenly I remembered the insults of the monk just now, and still blocked the sword from the way the Illusion Sword came.

The next second, the spiritual power rolled, and a terrifying pressure came from the magic sword.

"Damn it, it's really true!"

I was shocked, glad that I had just blocked the origin of the Illusion Sword, so I hurriedly poured my spiritual power into my magic weapon, and a mysterious skill also exploded.

With a "ding" sound, his hand holding the magic weapon felt a numbness, and the magic sword dissipated.

But there was still a violent spirit turned into Gengfeng and brushed towards him.
Chapter completed!