Revered God Wu Ji could never have imagined that he would die in the hands of a ghost. His body gradually twisted and turned sinister as he fell into a black blood mist.
Ye Qinghan squinted his eyes as he looked at the miasma. With a wave of his hand, he used his world energy to separate the miasma. Inside the miasma were eerie white bones, brambles, and black trees. They were all unborn creatures. As for the wild ghost, he was standing halfway up the mountain. His face was even scarier than Revered God Wu Ji's. However, one could clearly see that he was a human. It was only because his heart was attacked by the miasma that he became like this!
Ye Qinghan sized up the ghost. His arm was broken but there wasn't even blood flowing out. His clothes were all rotten. However, his pupils shrank when he saw the belt around his waist. Due to the corrosion of the miasma, he couldn't be sure but he felt a sense of deja vu.
The wild ghost seemed to be sizing up Ye Qinghan as well. His eyes were cold and cruel.
The miasma quickly overlapped and covered the wild ghost.
Ye Qinghan waved his hand again to separate the miasma. However, the wild ghost disappeared.
Hu hu hu!
Even Ye Qinghan's breathing had changed slightly. His appearance had returned to its original state. He was like a giant. He extended his hand and grabbed the World Treasure divine sword. Then, he no longer cared about Revered Hierarch Wu Ji. He turned around and charged towards the direction of the vast wilderness.
Swish swish swish!
Ye Qinghan stepped on the ancient trees on the peak of the mountain and walked forward. He met Ye Qinghan, the people of the Kuang Sect, and the cultivators of the foreign races in the desert outside the gathering place of the foreign races. He nodded calmly.
Lord Kui Hu was excited as though he had met his ancestor.
"Young master! Welcome young master! "Lord Kui Hu knelt on one knee and presented the stone sword to the clone.
Ye Qinghan's clone silently received the stone sword. Then, he threw Revered God Wu Ji's weapon to Gu Qing Yu. Now, he had another world treasure.
"I'm going to Mount Zhongjun." Ye Qinghan's clone said calmly.
The main body nodded. After so long, it was time to go and see Yan Ao.
"Bring Huang Peng along." The main body waved his hand and sent Huang Peng out from the Great Desolation Monument.
Huang Peng was extremely excited at this moment. Killing two Sector Lords at once, it seemed like revenge wasn't that difficult.
Ye Qinghan didn't want to hurt Desolate Peng. Although killing two Sector Lords seemed easy, there were too many factors involved.
Firstly, at this moment, there were only two world overlords here. The enemies were all scattered.
Secondly, the six Fiendish Devil Paragons were too afraid of the Desolate Lord. They were frightened by the Desolate Lord's name. Furthermore, he was alone and did not have the courage to face the Desolate Lord alone. Furthermore, there were so many people with pseudo World Artifacts attacking him. There were also two Great Perfection experts with World Artifacts. Furthermore, he was entangled by the Star-twisting Vine and suppressed by the Great Wastelands Tablet. Victory was certain.
As for Revered God Wu Ji, not even Ye Qinghan had expected him to die in the poisonous miasma. The wild ogre's sharp claws were like a world artifact, piercing through his defenses and attacking his organs. The poisonous miasma was tyrannical, instantly sealing off his entire body. Even his soul could not escape. Perhaps it was the will of the heavens that he had died so miserably.
However, when the other four Sector Lords returned, it would be different. They had more people and were more courageous. It wouldn't take them much effort to kill the Desolate Lord. They would be able to kill the Desolate Lord and their clones.
Ye Qinghan's clone smiled bitterly and shook his head. He brought Desolate Peng with him and distorted space, quickly disappearing.
The Lord Loyalty Mountain was majestic and heavy. Its awe-inspiring aura spread out in all directions. The mountains undulated up and down like a huge dragon raising its head. The central mountain was the tallest and the rest of the mountains surrounded it.
The foot of the mountain was like a huge basin. In the middle of the basin, there was a mountain that soared into the sky. However, this place couldn't store rainwater. As for the specific reason, it was definitely because Ling Yan had done something to this place. Yan Ao's grave was buried here.
This place seemed to be a natural Eight Trigrams Array. Every mountain and every ancient tree were arranged in a very orderly manner.
A grave was located in the center of the basin, close to the foot of the mountain. The tombstone wasn't very tall, only about the height of two people. The grave mound was even smaller. If one didn't pay attention, one wouldn't be able to tell that this was a grave.
The surroundings of the grave were filled with thorns and weeds. It seemed that no one had visited this place for many years.
Half a month later, Ye Qinghan brought Desolate Peng to the basin of the Lord Loyalty Mountain. In a flash, they swooped down from the peak of a small mountain and landed in front of the tombstone. The tombstone was already wrapped in thorns and looked very desolate.
The tombstone was engraved with the words' Yan Ao's Grave '. There was also a row of small words below. If one looked carefully, it was actually engraved with Yan Ao's lifetime achievements. Countless battles, countless battle results, everything was listed one by one. Other than Ling Yan, not many people could remember Yan Ao's glorious life!
Sigh … …
Ye Qinghan and Desolate Peng sighed at the same time. They sighed for Yan Ao and Ling Yan. Heroes cherished each other, but they had no choice but to kill each other.
"Second Brother Yan Ao, Boss is here to see you!" Desolate Peng knelt in front of the tombstone. His hands were pulling out the thorns and weeds one by one. He was very depressed.
Ye Qinghan pursed his lips and stared at the tombstone. He waved his hand and wiped away the thorns around. He looked around, but he couldn't find anything that could make him suspicious.
"Don't worry, move aside. I want to open the grave and examine the corpse!" Ye Qinghan said firmly.
Desolate Peng was shocked. He turned his head and looked at Ye Qinghan. He quickly said, "Boss, it's not good to disturb second brother now, right?"
"No, I want to see his corpse with my own eyes." Ye Qinghan shook his head. He looked down at the tombstone. His world force spread out and erased the formation and runes nearby. He uprooted the tombstone. The tombstone shattered, revealing a bronze coffin. It was unknown how many years it had been sealed. It was isolated by the formation and was not destroyed.
Hua!
Ye Qinghan reached out and took out the bronze coffin. He took a deep breath. He was very nervous. He pushed the coffin aside and took a step back. The strange smell dispersed.
Desolate Peng's eyes were absent-minded. He looked at the coffin and nervously walked towards it.
Ye Qinghan stared at the inside of the coffin. His eyes flashed with divine light. He walked closer step by step. His heart was about to jump out.
"Impossible! Ling Yan can't even differentiate between a living person and a dead person! " Ye Qinghan roared in a low voice. There was a trace of pain and sadness on his face. However, there was also a trace of hope and hope. It was very contradictory.
Zeng Zeng Zeng!
Desolate Peng saw what was inside the coffin. He took a few steps back with a shocked expression.
"Where is second brother's corpse?" Desolate Peng muttered.
There was only a bloody shirt in the coffin. There was nothing else! Yan Ao's corpse was not inside.
"Ling Yan wouldn't lie to me. He definitely buried Yan Ao here. But where is Yan Ao?" Ye Qinghan gripped the bronze coffin. His five fingers pierced through the bronze. His eyes flashed with cold light.
"Boss, is second brother still alive? Ah? Hahahaha … His corpse is not here. Does that mean he is still alive? "Desolate Peng asked excitedly. He was like a ten year old child full of expectation.
Ye Qinghan didn't have the slightest bit of joy. Instead, he felt a bit of pain.
Desolate Peng was stunned. Looking at Ye Qinghan's expression, he frowned and asked, "Boss, if second brother Yan Ao is really not dead, shouldn't you be happy?"
Ye Qinghan bitterly smiled. He reached out and grabbed the blood-red clothes. From the waist of the blood-red clothes, he took a piece of the waist accessory. It was similar to the one on the wild ghost man. If that wild ghost man was really Yan Ao, then one could imagine how much torture he had suffered for so many years!
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