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Chapter 944

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In front of them was a desert surrounded by mountains. However, the desert here was made of black sand.

Yan Chuan narrowed his eyes. After all, this was the place where Yan Chuan's body from his past life was buried. It was not like this back then. How did it end up like this?

"Seven souls? Seven ghost cultivators? Hahahaha! How dare ghost cultivators wander around the mortal realm? It just so happens that I'm in need of a few Yin Ghost puppets. I was worried that I couldn't find any high-level ghost cultivators! So, you've delivered yourselves to me? "A voice suddenly rang out.

Following that, a huge black screen shot into the sky from a nearby forest. A domineering aura pressed down on them.

A cultivator who was 100 feet tall could be seen in the black screen. However, this cultivator was extremely ugly. His face was covered in pustules. At this moment, he was charging toward them arrogantly.

Yan Chuan did not move. Huo Guang suddenly took a step forward.

Huo Guang flipped his hand, and a blood-red spear appeared in his palm. The spear was brimming with a murderous aura.

"You have a death wish!"

Boom!

He thrust the spear forward, and a violent storm swept up in the surroundings. The storm was blood-red as though it contained an endless amount of murderous aura.

"Ah? How can this be? "The 100 feet tall heretic exclaimed.

A skull appeared in his palm to block the attack.

Boom!

The skull exploded, and the spear pierced the heretic's chest.

"How can this be?" The heretic cried out in shock.

However, at this moment, the energy spear retracted and slashed down.

Boom!

The heretic crashed into the ground. A huge crater was formed in the ground.

The seven of them looked down at the heretic. The heretic, on the other hand, was completely dumbfounded.

'Is this a ghost cultivator?'

His chest was shattered, and he was severely injured. The ghost cultivator could not fight back at all.

The heretic knew that he had hit a wall this time. He wanted to cry, but no tears came out.

"Seniors, I … I've offended you earlier. Please forgive me!" The heretic said sorrowfully.

"I remember that there were 100 huge mountains here. How did it become a black desert?" Yan Chuan asked in a low voice.

"Ah? That … that was a long time ago! Senior, you don't know? "The evil cultivator was at a loss.

"Speak!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

"Yes, yes, Senior. There used to be nothing here, but one day, a swordsman came and split a mountain peak with a swing of his sword. At that time, a feng shui master appeared and tried to stop him, but the swordsman was too strong. He couldn't stop him at all. In the end, the feng shui master sacrificed his life to open the door to the netherworld. Unexpectedly, there was a huge spring below. The spring swallowed everything around it, and then the door to the netherworld closed, leaving behind a land of black sand!" The heretic explained.

"Xu Fu? Zhen Rou's master, so he has always been guarding my tomb! "Yan Chuan muttered to himself.

"Do you still remember who that sword cultivator is?" Yan Chuan asked coldly.

"Oh, I remember that the Feng Shui master scolded him. His name is Zhen Xiong. Yes, Zhen Xiong!" The evil practitioner recalled.

"Hahahahaha!" Yan Chuan laughed out loud. His voice was filled with coldness.

'Zhen Xiong isn't even willing to let go of my corpse?'

"Let's go!" Yan Chuan shouted coldly.

He turned around and led everyone away.

The heretic was at a loss when he saw everyone leave just like that.

"We can't stay here any longer. It's too terrifying. We have to leave immediately!" The heretic struggled into the forest.

Yan Chuan and the others continued flying.

Yan Chuan's face was gloomy, and everyone else was silent. The atmosphere was extremely tense.

"Where are we going now, Your Majesty?" Liu Jin asked.

"We're going back first. I heard Zi Zi calling for me. It seems that Yan Jing has reappeared. Zhen Xiong, I will be back. When I return, it will be the day of your death!" Yan Chuan said coldly.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Everyone replied.

"Let's go back!" Yan Chuan waved his hand, and everyone immediately disappeared.

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