Chapter 966
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"Grave Ghostfire, come out!" Meng San Sheng shouted again.
His voice pierced through the void. The entire Northern Sect was filled with Meng San Sheng's cold voice.
There were many cities in the surroundings. Immediately, countless cultivators flew out of the cities in shock and quickly flew over.
Yan Chuan restrained Feng Yinyang, Bai Ditian, and Liu Jin.
Yao Tian Shang restrained his subordinates.
They frowned as they looked at Meng San Sheng. They did not know why Meng San Sheng was here.
None of the feng shui masters stepped forward to fight Meng San Sheng.
The Primordial Gourd was too powerful!
Feng Yinyang could fight ten thousand people by himself, but Meng San Sheng could kill ten thousand people by himself. He was even more terrifying than Feng Yinyang.
Meng San Sheng led Meng Hong Ying and Ren Shu to the center of the sect.
There was a huge mountain at the center of the Northern Sect. However, this mountain was different from the other mountains. It was as bare as a grave. It looked extremely desolate from afar.
Meng San Sheng's powerful aura pressed down.
In the distance, at the center of the mountain, a crack slowly appeared.
A figure slowly walked out from the crack.
It was a grey-robed old man with silver hair. His eyes were cloudy, and his face was covered in wrinkles. He did not seem powerful at all. He looked more like an ordinary old man.
Meng San Sheng narrowed his eyes and withdrew his aura.
Meng San Sheng stared at the grey-robed old man.
The old man walked to a balcony that appeared in front of him.
The old man stood quietly on the balcony.
Countless feng shui masters were shocked.
"Sect Master? How … How is this possible? "One of the feng shui masters exclaimed.
"You're Grave Ghostfire? How did you become so old? "Meng San Sheng was shocked.
The old man was the Northern Sect's Sect Master, Grave Ghostfire. He stood quietly on the balcony and looked around.
His gaze swept past the experts, and suddenly, he saw Feng Yinyang.
A glimmer of light flashed across the ghostly fire's turbid eyes. He seemed to have guessed something.
In the end, Grave Ghostfire looked at Meng San Sheng.
"Meng San Sheng? It's been so many years since we last met. Why have you come to my Northern Sect? "The ghostfire asked in a hoarse voice.
Meng San Sheng frowned, but he still said in a deep voice, "I want to borrow something from you!"
The Grave Will-O '-the-wisp was silent for a moment before saying, "Don't tell me you want to borrow my head!"
"Hahaha, my head? Maybe, I want the Reincarnation Pool. "Meng San Sheng laughed.
"Reincarnation Pool?" Feng Yinyang's expression changed.
"What's wrong?" Yan Chuan asked.
"Reincarnation Pool? Your Majesty, this Reincarnation Pool is an important treasure of my Ghost Valley. You need to comprehend my Ghost Valley to a certain degree before you can refine it. My Southern Sect's Sect Masters, including my Master, have never been able to refine it. This Ghost Flame is actually so powerful! "Feng Yinyang said with a grave expression.
Feng Yinyang exclaimed in surprise, while the ghostfire in the distant grave frowned.
He turned his head and looked at the fengshui masters around him.
"Reincarnation Pool? In order to refine the Reincarnation Pool, I reversed my lifespan and became what I am today. Only five people know about this, but I didn't expect you to plant a spy among them. Haha! You're really fast! "The ghostfire's eyes turned cold.
Grave Ghostfire waved his hand.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two of the fengshui masters suddenly exploded, and their souls appeared in the ghostfire's palm.
And it wasn't just the two of them. Three other souls shot over from all directions, which were instantly compressed into the palm of the Graveyard Ghost Flame.
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