Chapter 950： : Ghost Cry Ridge, Bone Erosion, Poisonous Fire, Pocky Face (1/2)

This person... is not simple.

After Hui Fa glanced at Madman Chu, there was a strange color in his eyes, and then ignored it. He had absolute confidence in himself.

Even if the opponent is a fairy king, he can suppress it by asking himself.

Because I am already on the road to becoming immortal!

Based on this alone, it is no longer comparable to an ordinary fairy king, no, he can't be regarded as a fairy now.

He is walking on the road to becoming a fairy...

Half a fairy!

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Everyone set off for Guikuling.

The closer you are to the Guikuling Ridge, the more gray fog will have, and the greater the impact on the monks. But along the way, Hui Fa and his fellow practitioners urged the Buddha's light to isolate most of the influence of grievances.

This allows everyone to maintain their combat power to the utmost extent when they arrive at Ghost Cry Ridge.

”The Ghost Cry Ridge is in front.”

Hui Fa looked at a mountain range in the distance and said.

The mountains were shrouded in a thick gray mist, and resentment filled the sky.

”Everyone get ready.”

Soon after, everyone entered the Guikuling Ridge, and as soon as they entered it, majestic resentment flooded their faces, and everyone couldn't help but urge Emperor Qi to resist.

Madman Chu didn't feel much.

These grievances are mainly directed at the body and mind, and his body is strong, and the power of his soul is extremely majestic.

The grievances had no effect on him at all. As for Lan Yu next to him, Qingfeng and the others had sword crowns to protect them secretly, but it didn't hurt.

”Heh, bring the sword crown, is it a bit bullying?”

Madman Chu smiled to himself.

Sword Crown's injuries have recovered to seven or eighty eight, don't look at the usual performance, but this is a fairy.

Xiaoxiaoqi Ling is what he did.

This is a bit like a newbie village under a full-scale large size.

”Look, what is that?”

Suddenly, someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Everyone looked.

I saw a knife stuck in a mountain wall.

The knife seemed to be old and rusty, but there was still Xianhui faintly circulating on it.

”That is a fairy artifact! Although it is a broken fairy artifact, if you can bring it back and refine it, you can also extract a lot of fairy gold.”

A monk said with fiery eyes.

Immortal gold is the material needed to make immortal artifacts, and it is of great value.

A monk rushed out and was about to grab the immortal gold, but at this moment, there was a roar in the distance, and a resentful spirit rushed out of the forest.

The face of this resentful spirit was distorted, and he could no longer see his original face, but the breath that broke out between his gestures was very terrifying.

Having reached the level of the late Lord of Heaven, the cultivator who wanted to take the fairy weapon had no time to dodge, and was directly knocked out by the resentful spirit, vomiting a large mouthful of blood with a pale face.

”It's a resentful spirit!”

”The resentful spirit has appeared, everyone, be careful!”

Everyone's complexion changed, and they quickly became alert.

And Zhang Jianhai's Young Master Sword King stepped forward, swiping in the void with his palm as a knife, and a majestic sword gas poured out instantly.

The resentful spirit was directly blasted out by the sword qi, and the powerful strength immediately surprised many cultivators present.

”Is this the strength of Young Master Buried Jianhai? As expected to be one of the twelve kings of the Immortal Realm, really powerful!”

”Not bad, amazing.”