translate anything else!The man surnamed Luo warned in a deep voice, "You all saw the power of that sword strike; Wu Daojun had no power to resist! The terrifying might of the sword qi and thunderous...Qin Sang felt a chill run down her spine.

This top-tier beast is most likely the leader of the beasts guarding the purple crystal.

Fortunately, I chose to stop after seeing the good and grabbing a piece of amethyst last time. Otherwise, things would have been much worse.

Don't worry, you won't go hungry!

Qin Sang comforted him with a sentence.

Amethyst is hard to obtain, but the Qisha Hall has two other poison zones. Perhaps there's a spirit herb in Huaxian Lake that attracts fat silkworms.

Even the fat silkworm understood what was at stake. Sensing the immense pressure from the apex predator, it lay trembling on Qin Sang's shoulder, no longer daring to make a sound.

The impact is gradually weakening.

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Lao Mo stood at the entrance of the canyon, the large formation looking dilapidated, some of the domino bones having already cracked. But he ignored it, his eyes fixed on the depths of the ghostly land.

Seeing no one emerge from the netherworld, Old Demon Mou couldn't sit still any longer. His lips moved slightly, and then a wisp of blue spirit fire flew out from between his brows, it was the Winter冥寒 Flame.

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The cold flame condensed before him, reflecting in Lao Mo's eyes, like two icy beams.

He lowered his head and glanced at the Cold Flame, murmuring: "The Winter Ming expert is about to break through the bottleneck of the late Nascent Soul stage and become a great cultivator, but he fell due to the Heavenly Tribulation, dying on the Demon Sea Island for hundreds of years before being discovered. It has to be said that fate is a cruel joke. Unfortunately, the difficulty of cultivating this secret art is too high. This old man spent decades and only achieved minor success, failing to fully refine the Winter Ming Cold Flame. Otherwise, this old man's strength would not be inferior to that of a great cultivator. Why would he be threatened by the Demon Lord and the old ox-nosed one, wasting precious time Never mind, let the Devil Fire dissipate! Even if I could succeed, it would probably be a distant dream to subdue the Devil Fire. Refining the Winter Ming Cold Flame, there is hope to break through the late Nascent Soul stage and shake both domains. The difficulty of transforming into a God is unimaginable for ordinary people. Who knows if someone will appear in millions of years..."

Although he said so, Lao Mo still felt a pang of heartache when he thought of the demonic fire.

He darted to the entrance of the Ghostly Realm, where he saw utter chaos within.

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Then, Lao Mo again set up the bone tile formation. Out of caution, he even squeezed out a few drops of his essence blood and injected them into the bone tiles. The power of the formation was no weaker than when he was at his peak.

Then he activated his divine sense to probe slightly, discovering that the ghostly mist would have an effect on him. Fortunately, as souls were guided and demonic restrictions lifted, the ghostly mist continued to dissipate. By now, there wasn't much left, and even from dozens of meters away, one could see objects clearly.

Elder Demon God Mu's divine sense was incredibly powerful, surpassing that of any cultivator of the same realm. This difference was almost negligible. With a flick of his fingers and a muttered incantation, his divine sense condensed into icy flames, forming several ice fire puppets that dispersed into the ghost realm to search thoroughly.

The Cold Fire Puppet sped deep into the Ghost Realm, not missing a single corner.

The range of the ghostly realm was limited, and the Cold Fire Puppet easily scoured it, finding traces left behind by those altars.

The altar and the pillar of light shattered as they were sanctifying the souls.

Mu Lao Mo's true form appeared above the altar, his eyes flickering. It was difficult to tell what the altar was used for, but it was clear that it was not from this world, and the visions were definitely caused by the altar.

The altar had been in the ghost realm for countless years, remaining unharmed and undisturbed. When a mysterious person entered, an accident occurred, clearly indicating that it was deliberately triggered.

It's a shame only these traces remain, with no sign of anyone.

Apart from the five altars, there was nothing unusual.

The mysterious person disappeared without a trace. There was no sign of life or death, and besides the five altars, there was no indication of an ancient cultivator's residence, nor was there any treasure to be found.

This place can be called the most desolate secret realm of the Seven Kills Hall.

Moul Lao Mo's brow furrowed, his heart filled with suspicion and wonder.

Could he have accidentally triggered a powerful forbidden curse, resulting in his complete annihilation

“No! Even if that person died, it's impossible to have no trace at all.”

Mou Lao Mo has already discovered that the impact suffered in the ghost realm is not as intense as what he encountered, "There must be something I haven't noticed. Could it be..."

Before he could figure out the reason, a sudden loud boom and piercing bird cries echoed from outside.

Upon hearing this, Old Mo's expression changed drastically. Without looking back, he dashed out of the ghost realm.

At this time, Qin Sang was in a sorry state, fleeing in disarray.

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The breath of a top-tier ferocious beast appeared in the chasm. Qin Sang dared not linger for a moment, exerting himself to his fullest, displaying the art of escape, straight up, flying upwards towards the chasm's sky.

He had barely left when the beast arrived.

The purple mist was extremely thick. Qin Sang, with the help of his Heavenly Eye Divine Ability, saw some beastly shadows. On one side there was only one, resembling a dog but not quite a dog. On the other side, there was a group of ferocious beasts that looked like dragons.

Both parties seemed to have a long-standing grudge, baring their teeth at each other and growling frequently.

Fortunately, their attention was drawn to the opponent and the movements in the ghostly realm, they didn't notice Qin Sang.

Just then, an accident happened.

Qin Sang suddenly felt a terrifying aura above his head, a strong wind blew, and a top-tier ferocious beast descended from the sky. It was a monstrous bird with a massive body.

The Tianmu Butterfly issued a warning, Qin Sang reacted extremely quickly, immediately bending down and lying on the cliff face, ordering Fat Silkworm to compress its detoxification armor, and using all his strength to activate the Crimson Silk to cover his breath.

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Unexpectedly, the strange bird was extremely vigilant and sensed his presence.

Qin Sang was able to deceive the old demon Mou precisely because of this. While Hong Yuan Sha played a part, Bai's contribution cannot be ignored.

If it were an ordinary transformed demon or a nascent soul cultivator, Qin Sang might have been able to cover his tracks.

But these top-tier ferocious beasts live in the Zi Wu desolate land all year round. Not only can their strength rival that of a nascent infant cultivator, but they are also very familiar with this place, with acute spiritual awareness, and were indeed exposed.

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'Whoosh!'

A strong wind came.

A strange bird swooped in with the wind, letting out a piercing screech that could pierce eardrums. It opened its mouth and spewed a black beam of light, like an arrow, towards where Qin Sang was hiding.

Qin Sang was greatly astonished.

I thought I could buy some time by hiding from Old Demon Mu, but who would have thought that there were so many top-tier ferocious beasts in the rift valley One of them had been residing on the cliff wall all along. Even Bai was caught off guard by this unexpected turn of events.

It was also thanks to Qin Sang's good fortune that she hadn't alarmed the strange bird.

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Ahead stood a strange bird blocking the way, behind lurked a ferocious beast watching, and Mou Lao demon tiger eyed them hungrily.

Qin Sang was in a panic, her thoughts racing. She stomped her foot hard and narrowly dodged the monster bird's attack. But she was grazed by the aftershock and slammed against the cliff wall, letting out a muffled groan.

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The black light crashed into the cliff, sending countless rocks flying and leaving a large pit. Qin Sang was shocked to see it.

The strange bird shrieked and flapped its wings, ready to chase after Qin Sang. Suddenly, a roar echoed from the bottom of the chasm, carrying a clear warning and hostility, seemingly directed at the strange bird.

The strange bird's figure paused, its fierce eyes fixed on the valley floor, emitting a defiant screech.

Qin Sang had already secretly activated the Yilei technique, prepared to fight to the death. Seeing this, he felt a sense of relief in his heart.

As he had anticipated, the top-tier ferocious beasts were influenced by the Hall of Seven Kills. Their intelligence was only slightly higher than other ferocious beasts. These top-tier ferocious beasts couldn't coexist peacefully; when they encountered their sworn enemies, their attention was immediately drawn away.

This is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity.

Qin Sang pretended to be weak and fell out of the way, escaping the monster bird's sight, and fled in another direction. terrified.>"Bang!"Fang Yin's power has been depleted.The magic fire and sword formation encircled, the scene inside was chaotic to the extreme. Outsiders could no longer see Yin Dianzhu and Qin Sang,...