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Chapter 2224

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"Boss, how long have we been cultivating?" Everyone instinctively looked at Ye Qingtang.

They were afraid that she would say thirty to fifty years …

Ye Qingtang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Don't worry, it's not that long. You've been cultivating for more than a month."

"What? More than a month? "The few of them were shocked.

Was this a joke?

This was even more unbelievable than if they had been cultivating for thirty to fifty years.

How could a group of Paragon Nine Heavens cultivators advance to the Divine Master realm in just a month?

Was this a joke?

"Don't just stand there. It's about time to return to the academy," Ye Qingtang said.

Ye Qingtang wasn't sure when the Netherworld Academy's selection would take place. It was always better to return earlier.

The few youths hadn't recovered from their shock and joy. They could only follow Ye Qingtang out of the secret chamber and left through the exit.

The Night Soul Beast instinctively wanted to leave as well, but Ye Qingtang suddenly stopped in her tracks.

The Night Soul Beast stared at this cunning human warily.

"I'm leaving. Thank you for taking care of me during this period." Ye Qingtang smiled. Under the Night Soul Beast's surprised gaze, she removed the contract between the two of them.

The Night Soul Beast's eyes were filled with surprise.

"There are so many traps in the tomb. The black snake and you Night Soul Beasts are guarding it. It should be very safe. We'll meet again in the future." Ye Qingtang waved at the Night Soul Beast and left through the exit.

The Night Soul Beast's expression turned strange as it watched Ye Qingtang leave.

After Ye Qingtang and the others came out, they directly walked out of the Vile Soul Forest. Before leaving, Ye Qingtang noticed that the gates to the Demon God's Mausoleum were already closed. Many of the major forces that had come were gathered outside, thinking about how to open the gates.

Ye Qingtang wasn't sure when the gates were closed but she wasn't in the mood to interfere.

It was good that they couldn't go in. At least they could stay alive.

Soon, Ye Qingtang left the Vile Soul Forest with the few brats who had been reborn.

She didn't intend to get involved in the Demon God's Tomb for the time being.

The powerful forces couldn't open the gates and spent a lot of time outside the Demon God's Tomb.

As the sky darkened, they still could not find a way to open the gate. They could only set up camp in the Vile Forest and think of a way during the day.

In the dark night, an old man slowly walked over from the void.

This person was one of the two people who came to the Mausoleum that day.

However, the masked elder did not appear.

The hunchbacked old man swept his gaze across the various large powers that had settled down in the forest. Under the cover of the night, he slowly flew to the top of the mountain above the mausoleum.

"It's been more than two months. The Ghost Pearl should have absorbed a lot of energy …" the old man said in a low voice. Then, he raised his hand and a black gas shot into the mountain.

In the next second, the black ball floating in the secret room suddenly flew out from the top of the mountain and fell directly into the old man's hand.

The old man smiled as he sent his power into the Ghost Pearl. What he did, however, left the old man flabbergasted.

"How could this be? Why is the power in the Ghost Pearl so weak? "

The old man frowned. In these past two months, people from various influences had entered and left the Demon God Mausoleum in an endless stream. There were at least hundreds of thousands of people that had died in the Demon God Mausoleum, many of them terrifying Emperor level powerhouses.

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