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C1740

"Aooo …"

"Holy sh * t!"

Chen Sanqiu felt like he was going to suffocate at any moment.

Think, you are sleepy, sleepy eyes, open the door, suddenly a face in front of you, that taste.

It was good that he was scared to the point that he peed his pants.

F * ck me.

Even though Chen Sanqiu had the power of a Universal Power of S Class, he couldn't stop this thing in front of him from becoming a ghost.

Phantom, illusory, intangible, without substance.

This thing was the scariest.

Ever since Chen Sanqiu acquired the super system, he thought that he would be able to face anything with ease.

Nonsense, this world can have super systems, why can't there be other things?

However, this was the first time Chen Sanqiu had seen it.

Furthermore, as a Chinese, he had a bone deep fear and fear towards ghosts.

With a scream, Chen Sanqiu cursed loudly, feeling as if he was going to faint in an instant.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the Taotie core that was originally very calm suddenly jumped, like it had hit a giant drum in Chen Sanqiu's chest, instantly pulling Chen Sanqiu back from his shock.

He also threw a punch.

Bang.

Chen Sanqiu's fist landed on the Ghost Face and he was elated. However, he realized that his fist had passed through the Ghost Face.

And the Ghost Face was getting closer and closer to his face.

"Hiss!"

Chen Sanqiu couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. He looked at the ghost mask and grinned. Then, he opened his bloody mouth and bit down towards his head.

Chen Sanqiu was so scared that his entire body started trembling. Immediately, all the Genuine Qi in his body started spinning crazily. Subconsciously, Chen Sanqiu released his primordial spirit and went up to face the ghost mask.

The originally sinister looking ghost face, upon seeing Chen Sanqiu's primordial spirit s rush over, instantly shrieked in fear. It immediately turned around and ran, disappearing into the Wasteland of Far North.

Chen Sanqiu was stunned. Chase or not?

After thinking for a while, Chen Sanqiu looked outside at the grey and windy scenery and swallowed his saliva.

"Tsk tsk, Sasha."

"Interesting human, tsk tsk."

"Hee hee, haha."

Fragments of words could be heard in the dusky night sky. It was as if there were many people chatting with each other.

Chen Sanqiu's expression changed drastically.

He was still wondering if he should chase after him and kill that Ghost Face.

However, Chen Sanqiu did not have the intention now. He quickly kept his primordial spirit and shrunk his head back into the hole.

"Sasha …"

"Tsk tsk!"

"So hungry …"

"Rip, tear, tear …"

Cold sweat dripped down Chen Sanqiu's forehead. He felt that around the cave, there seemed to be more and more ghosts. Chen Sanqiu could even feel that these ghosts were staring at him passionately.

It was as if he was a piece of fat, causing them to salivate.

"What the hell is this place? Why are there so many ghosts in the Far North?" Chen Sanqiu's heart trembled.

Hurriedly, he reached into his bosom and took out the Far North Survival Guide.

Quickly flipping through the Far North Survival Guide, he found one of the records.

"Far North, abandoned land of the gods, legend has it that when the Human Clan rebelled against the gods, countless warriors of the Human Clan died by the Far North and their souls were sealed within the Far North, unable to be reincarnated, each and every one of them became evil spirits. However, after the gods imprinted their evil spirits on the gates of hell, only then did the seal gain life force, but, as time went by, the sealing strength gradually weakened, so, at a certain time, the gates of hell would open and the evil spirits would charge out of the gates of hell, forming a vast army of evil spirits walking atop the Far North."

"If you meet the army of Evil Spirits, congratulations on winning. After all, this is not a scene that anyone can touch."

"Then, I'll be begging the gods of God Stage to protect you. I hope you won't be killed by those evil spirits."

Chen Sanqiu …

"Fuck you!"

Chen Sanqiu was on the verge of tears. Damn it, what do you mean by 'good luck' when we meet an army of evil spirits?

F * ck, this is such good luck. This is bad luck, alright?

Also, what do you mean by encountering an army of Evil Spirits and seeking protection from the gods in the God Stage?

What the heck are you begging for?

Maybe other people would find it useful to pray for the gods of the God Stage, but Chen Sanqiu believed in one thing, that the gods of the God Stage would definitely not have any use for him, because after the gods of the God Stage sensed his request, they might even open the seals on the gates of the dead, releasing even more evil spirits to play with him …

"Could these ghosts really all be the warriors who used Human Clan to resist the gods back then?" Chen Sanqiu frowned.

If it really was a Human Clan Warrior, then it was very possible that it was one of the Heavenly Demon Cult's many disciples back then.

It seemed that only Heavenly Demon Cult would have the guts to resist against God Stage.

"I wonder where the corpses of these Human Clan Warriors are. So many years have passed and we still can't rest in peace. How can we not have complaints in our hearts?"

"Since I'm Heavenly Demon Cult Leader, then I might as well not know about this matter before. Now that I know about this matter, I can't just ignore it."

"Wait until the cold wind passes. I will definitely find the gates to hell and collect your corpses so that they can be buried safely."

Chen Sanqiu said to the ghosts in the dark with a determined face.

"Sasha …"

"Sob, sob …"

As if those ghosts understood what Chen Sanqiu said, they gradually dispersed.

Chen Sanqiu hid in the cave entrance as he watched the cold wind outside die down. The dusky sky gradually became brighter.

"Gu Dong!"

Chen Sanqiu swallowed his saliva and stood up. He stuck his head out and looked towards where the cold wind had disappeared.

In a trance, Chen Sanqiu saw that the cold wind was not a cold wind, but a group of soldiers lined up orderly with high fighting spirit.

In a trance, Chen Sanqiu seemed to see the earth-shattering battle that year.

Group after group of Human Clan Warriors, head and shoulders down, lined up in single file. Not afraid of the attacks of the gods, they attacked the gods of God Stage again and again.

Even though there was a mountain of corpses up ahead and blood was flowing like a river.

However, the soldiers were still fearless, rushing towards the gods with high fighting spirit.

Even if they were just groups of ants in front of the gods.

However, this group of soldiers still charged forward.

They would use their own flesh and blood to seek a beautiful future for their descendants.

Fight!

Charge!

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