Chapter 172 (1/2)

The grey shadow was engulfed by the purple fire and burned into nothingness without even asking for help.

The ghost King's face changed greatly. One of the purposes of fighting with the human friars in front of him was to distract each other's attention in order to create a sneak attack opportunity for his companions. Unexpectedly, he let him die.

”What kind of flame has such power?”

The ghost King's fear increased greatly. The monk was obviously not easy to provoke in front of him. If he fought again, some gains outweighed the losses. At this time, no more than just now, he was left alone and was not his opponent at all.

A trace of hatred flashed in his eyes. The ghost King's figure flashed, turned into a gray light and disappeared.

”Gone?”

Chu Feng was slightly surprised. He still wanted to fight a big war. He didn't expect the other party to be so counselled.

Take back Chi you sword, and the purple fire turns into a layer of purple fire armor, which is attached to the body surface again. At this time, he just turned to look at the second daughter.

The woman in black had recovered a little, stood up and said:

”Thank you for saving your life.”

”Well, how's your injury?”

Chu Feng waved his hand and did what he could. He didn't care.

”Fortunately, it's just that it costs too much spiritual power. I've taken the elixir and I'll have no problem recovering for a while.”

Chu Feng glanced at each other slightly. It didn't look like a slight injury just now. The other party's understatement was obviously trying to support him.

”In that case, then hurry up and have a rest for a few days at the next level.”

Chu Feng calmly replied and didn't take the initiative to expose each other. The next journey was much smoother and never met any ghosts again.

After walking for half an hour, they finally got out of the ghost fog.

At present, there is a strange area. Compared with the environment in ghost fog, it is full of flowers, plants and trees, vibrant, like an independent garden. There are some exquisite jade pavilions in the center of the garden, with a number of about seven or eight.

Chu Feng looked carefully for a moment. The area here was not large, only a few hundred feet. The garden was surrounded by strong black fog, which seemed extremely depressed. This area seems to be specially opened up for monks looking for treasure.

At this time, many monks came here and gathered in groups to discuss their experiences in the ghost fog.

It has to be said that individual routes are different. Some of these monks were pale and scarred, while others were intact. However, everyone is a little excited. After all, they have passed the first level and should be able to gain something next.

Compared with these low-level friars, the strong ones in their infancy naturally look like normal. Ghost fog is just an appetizer for them and can't pose a threat at all. These people did not speak, and each occupied a position in the jade Pavilion and closed their eyes.

The arrival of Chu Feng naturally attracted the attention of many people. However, after only one look, they no longer paid attention. After all, they were only three jiedan monks.

Of course, except for some people.

In a jade pavilion not far away, Wu Chou's face was gloomy and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. It was a pity that Chu Feng could successfully pass through the ghost fog. In contrast, the extreme Yin ancestor's eyes are a little playful. This man is really not simple. He can pass the first level unscathed. He can't be underestimated.

Chu Feng looked back coldly, then found a pavilion and sat down. The two women behind him closely followed one side.

”What are you thinking about? Next is the second level. There are many dangers and bad luck. You may lose your life at any time.” Chu Feng glanced at Wang Ying next to him and preached again.

Wang Ying thought for a moment and finally replied helplessly: