[The Ghost Lord arrives in person.]

【You are dead.】

Anle opened her eyes and woke up from the deduction.

He looked at the wall beside him, his eyes a little confused, and he couldn't tell whether it was reality or fantasy.

The text on the panel is extremely brief, but in the memory of the deduction, it is a very long battle.

Statues of gods, evil spirits, monks... I don't know how many people died, and the entire ruins space was almost wiped out. The cruelty and blood of the battlefield are unimaginable to those who have not witnessed it with their own eyes.

To this day, Anle has experienced quite a few wars, but this is the first time that it has been as tragic as this one.

However, the firmness of his will was no longer what it used to be, and he quickly calmed down and regained consciousness.

"As expected..."

Anle narrowed her eyes, not panicking at all.

After all, even without any deduction, he had anticipated the enemy's attack in advance.

He murmured: "Ghost Lord..."

In the previous deduction, Anle learned about the existence of this "person" from the mouth of Duomu Zhenjun and the Blood Demon.

He knew that the other party was the owner of this ruins, and was also the culprit of the sudden changes in Yuntian Territory some time ago. Those strange black smokes were the work of the Ghost Lord.

The original plan of the Ghost Lord seemed to be to use the black smoke as a tentacle to explore into the Yuntian Territory first, but was forced to terminate due to the arrival of Taixu Palace.

Thinking of Taixu Palace, Anle frowned slightly.

"We have been trapped in the ruins for several days. No matter how slow Taixu Palace is, we should react."

"Not to mention, they are still transformed gods. Such a ruin space will definitely not be able to stop them."

Anle felt really strange and touched his chin: "Or... Taixu Palace doesn't care about the life of the tester at all?"

While he was thinking, Gu Qiutong's voice came from outside the door.

"Fellow Daoist An! I have something important to tell you!"

After getting the answer, Gu Qiutong walked in the door with great enthusiasm, followed by dry ice.

They looked a little embarrassed, with signs of a battle, but their relationship was obviously much better than before, and there was no longer a tense posture.

Anle was a little curious about what happened between the two women.

But compared to this, business is more important.

Gu Qiutong's words were concise and comprehensive, and he quickly explained the situation.

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"In other words, when you fell into the ruins... only one day had passed in the Cloud Sky Domain? And almost no one talked about what happened in the Tianyun Mountain Range?"

Anle looked at Dry Ice and asked seriously.

Facing his gaze, Gan Bing blushed a little for some reason.

She had a lot to say to Anle, but she couldn't say anything in this situation, so she could only nod hard.

The dry ice did not stay in the ruins for a long time, it only lasted half a day. Combining the above points, it is not difficult to see Anle.

"Are the time flow rates in the ruins space and the outside world also different?"

The Luo Hun Sect in ancient times was brilliant and powerful. It would not be surprising if the space here had such characteristics.

But Anle vaguely felt that this was still not the whole reason why Taixu Palace had not taken action so far.

"That's all, it's better to ask for help from others than to ask for yourself. At the critical moment, you still have to rely on yourself."

Anle's eyes gradually became firm.

Although this crisis is a near-death situation, which time has it not been like this since he traveled through time?

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At this time, many monks in the camp had been gathered together by Hu Chunsheng.

"What happened? Why did Fellow Daoist Hu summon me so late?"

"It seems to be the request of the Ghost Faced Man..."

"I hope it's not bad news. After I get out, I still want to become a Taoist couple with my junior sister!"

Everyone was whispering and discussing in low voices.

After all, it was two o'clock in the morning, so it wouldn't be a problem for the foundation-building monks to stay awake for four or five days, but they would inevitably complain if they were disturbed during their rest.

Especially some of the new monks who joined, secretly groaned in their hearts.

"That's fine if it's Mr. Wuhen. How did this ghost-faced man get such a big reputation?"

As the number of people in the camp increased, there were also more monks who had never been rescued by Anle or seen him take action. They were a little bit unconvinced by the authority of the Ghost-Faced Man.

Pan Ying is one of them.

He is a direct descendant of the Yiyuanying cultivator family. He has vast knowledge and extraordinary talent. He thinks he is only a step behind Yun Wuhen.

Before falling into the ruins, he obtained six jade tripod fragments and ranked at the top of the rankings.

Pan Ying's only flaw is that his appearance is not outstanding, his figure is relatively short and fat, and his facial features are far from "ordinary". Therefore, his reputation is not good, and he has only been nicknamed "Short-footed Tiger".

Pan Ying had a glimpse of An Le's true appearance in the camp before, and saw Gan Bing actively pursuing him.

My heart felt extremely sour, and I became even more unconvinced.

'Everyone is a genius, why can you, the ghost-faced man, have such a status?'

'Just because you are good-looking?'

Pan Ying complained angrily to his companions: "Is this ghost-faced man just entertaining us? The evil spirits nearby have been cleared away, so what else can happen?"

Hearing this, many people nearby glared at him.

Pan Ying was not afraid at all, with a faint aura all over her body, she looked at him and said coldly.

"What, did I say something wrong somewhere?"

His gaze was oppressive, and even the weaker monks were unable to refute.

Other new and famous geniuses were also ready to make a move, causing a small commotion.

Seeing this scene, Pan Ying sneered proudly: "My time is precious, if he doesn't come again, I will..."

Suddenly, he stopped speaking.

A vast and heavy pressure spread instantly.

The pressure was invisible, but it seemed to be real. Pan Ying felt his back sink, and his already low stature seemed to be a little shorter.

He felt that the air had become a little thicker and it became difficult to breathe.

'How could this pressure be possible...'

Pan Ying gritted her teeth, her spiritual energy circulated in her body, and her joints made a crisp sound, and then she managed to stand upright.

He couldn't help but raise his head and look where everyone's eyes were focused.

A young man as handsome as an immortal stood there upright.

The breath is deep and vast, like a bottomless abyss, and like the boundless starry sky. Just looking at it makes you feel in awe.

After killing many evil spirits, the effect of [Sitian Zhili] became more powerful, able to create this terrifying pressure.

At this time, Pan Ying was attracted by the pair of deep eyes. She stared at them carefully, as if she saw fine lines and a bit of thick yellow. Her sight seemed to inevitably sink in, and even her soul would be sucked away.

He bit the tip of his tongue and woke up with the help of the pain. He found that the clothes behind him were already wet with cold sweat.

At this moment, Pan Ying suddenly realized——

From beginning to end, Anle didn't even look at him!

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Coercion goes away just as quickly as it comes.

In just the blink of an eye, the previously agitated camp became extremely quiet.

The newly joined monks broke out in cold sweat behind their backs, and they were all frightened: "The strength of this ghost-faced man is simply unfathomable."

"No wonder he is the leader of this camp."

Among practitioners, strength is the right to speak.

After this intimidation, most people calmed down and waited quietly for Anle to speak.

"Fellow Taoists, the Lord of the Relics, the Ghost Lord is about to lead an army of evil spirits and idols to attack. Please prepare as soon as possible."

Anle got straight to the point and said loudly.

Many monks first fell into a brief silence, and then instantly became uproar.

"How, how could it be possible?!"
To be continued...