The Demon Emperor gritted his teeth, looked back suddenly, and spread out his fingers to explore the underlying threads of the entire Nishang World. The next moment, he was stunned by the results he obtained: "When did the underlying threads of our Nishang World change?!"

Everyone is speechless, but it can change the yin and yang of a world. What kind of magical power is this?

…

Ghosts roam the world.

A pitch-black mountain range stretches for dozens of miles, looking like a giant dragon stretching across the wilderness. This place is barren and without a trace of life. Only some ghostly monks occasionally passing by in the air can prove that there are still living things here.

In the wind, a bloody lotus seat exuded a coquettish brilliance. Standing on the lotus seat was a 141-level ghost cultivator. It was outrageous. At this time, it was outrageous and very annoying. It was all Lin Zhao's fault. If it weren't for

I died in his hands too many times, and I might have had the opportunity to reach level 150 for the third time. It’s really hateful!

At this moment, the sound of roaring war drums came from the ground, and a ghostly army came from the north.

Infuriatingly, he hurriedly lowered his figure, landed on a mountain peak, and hid his body in the dark mountain top. After hiding his figure, he turned around and saw that behind him was a crater that had been dead for many years, overlooking it.

Below, there seemed to be a pair of golden eyes looking directly at him. Those eyes were extremely terrifying!

"ah?!"

It was heart-wrenching, and then a voice sounded——

"drop!"
Chapter completed!