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"Impossible!" The voice of the Flourishing and Withering Ghost King came out from the cold ice, filled with fear and disbelief. How could there be a person who could hide from him without anyone noticing, and he did not notice at all!

But Hu Li would not give him too much time to think, and while he was still in shock, he decisively made his move.

When the powerful frost power entered the body of the Flourishing and Withering Ghost King, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Ah!" He roared angrily as he was trapped in the ice. His ghost aura continuously weakened, and his face revealed a deep sense of fear.

He had just broken through the Essential Pill Stage not long ago, and there were still a lot of things he hadn't done yet. How could he die in the hands of four juniors who only had the strength of Pseudo-pill Stage just like that?

He was unwilling!

Boom ?

With a loud bang, the ice exploded. A streak of ghost aura soared into the sky and rushed towards Zhao Wuqing at an extremely fast speed. Everyone felt their vision blur, and Zhao Wuqing's face revealed a trace of a dark expression, which disappeared shortly after.

Flourishing and Withering Ghost King made a gamble, betting all his hope on Zhao Wuqing. His ghostly energy entered Zhao Wuqing's body and disappeared without a trace.

"Not good, Flourishing and Withering Ghost King is hiding inside Zhao Wuqing's body." Yan Ling's face darkened as he bellowed.

The Soul Strength was invisible, if the Flourishing and Withering Ghost King's Soul Strength and Zhao Wuqing's soul were to be interweaved, then if they wanted to get rid of the Flourishing and Withering Ghost King, they would definitely damage Zhao Wuqing's soul.

With his soul damaged, Zhao Wuqing could very well go crazy and become a cripple.

"What should we do?" Zhao Wuqing's face immediately paled. He had already suffered greatly from the pain of being possessed by the Flourishing and Withering Ghost King, so he promptly pulled on Ning Wufeng's sleeves and said in shock, "Master, you must help me drive that fellow out. I don't want to be suppressed by him again."

The period of time that he had been possessed by the Flourishing and Withering Ghost King, was the darkest period of his life. He did not want to return anymore.

Ning Wufeng frowned his eyebrows slightly, he never thought that the Flourishing and Withering Ghost King would actually use such a method to scare them off. If they wanted to kill him, they would have to seriously injure him, obviously they would not do this.

He immediately used his powerful consciousness to scan Zhao Wuqing, but Flourishing and Withering Ghost King was like a stone sinking into the ocean, he did not reveal any trace of him.

Hu Li also shook her head lightly.

Ning Wufeng could only place his gaze on Ouye Changsheng and Yan Ling.

"I'll try." Yan Ling said softly, he wanted Zhao Wuqing to relax. A mysterious fluctuation of spiritual energy came from his body. He slowly raised his hand, and the spiritual light in his hand began to revolve, causing the entire space to fluctuate. He placed a hand on the center of Zhao Wuqing's brows.

Ah!" He roared angrily as he was trapped in the ice. His ghost aura continuously weakened, and his face revealed a deep sense of fear.

With a miserable scream, Zhao Wuqing's body released a thick layer of mist. The voice of the Flourishing and Withering Ghost King came out.

"Stinking brat, just you wait. There will be a day when This King will return!" The Flourishing and Withering Ghost King roared, his voice becoming weaker and weaker, as though he was hiding deep within Zhao Wuqing's body.

"We can only severely injure him, it's difficult to kill him." Yan Ling sighed softly. He was unable to kill Ku Rong even with his Infant Treasure Celestial Plate. It seemed that the four of them were already at their wit's end.

The Heaven's Secret disc was a treasure of their Spiritual Heart Clan, forged by a Yuanying Stage cultivator using the power of heaven defying, far surpassing the Spirit Weapon by a hundred times. This was his last trump card.

Yan Ling shook his head and retreated.

Ning Wufeng activated Gluttony Spirit Transformation Art and absorbed the mist in his body. All the mist were the Soul Strength of the Flourishing and Withering Ghost King. Ghost King s were extremely dense, and if they were dispersed within his body, it would be difficult to refine them in a short period of time.

However, if he could completely refine it, there was still hope for the Soul Strength to step into the Ghost General Realm.

"I guess even if Flourishing and Withering Ghost King didn't die, he wouldn't be able to cause any trouble in a short period of time. We'll just have to find a way to save them. " Ning Wufeng opened his eyes and said indifferently.

For now, he could only take things one step at a time.

Zhao Wuqing trusted him greatly and nodded immediately.

The four of them exited the Ghost King City at the same time. When they reappeared, they were no longer in the Ming King City's position, because the Ghost King City was floating around everywhere.

At this time, Ming King City, Little Ming King Palace.

Baiyan Boy had a sullen face as he knelt in an empty hall and shouted, "Ancestor, you must save me!"

He had already told the various elders of the palace about Ning Wufeng branding their divine intents.

"How hateful!" A muffled sound that sounded like thunder rang out, only to hear the person say: "How dare you, someone actually dare to take the Holy Son of my Little Ming King Palace as a slave and brand it with a divine intent, true body will definitely make him beg for death!"

Baiyan Boy clenched his teeth and quickly said: "Right, Little Ancestor, we cannot let that brat go."

He thought about how Ning Wufeng had treated him back in the Ghost King City, and even stole his treasures. This grievance was stuck in his heart and would not be quelled for a long time. Not killing Ning Wufeng was not enough to quell the anger in his heart.

"Patriarch, I am willing to accept your orders." These brats are getting more and more arrogant, and actually dare to look down on my Little Ming King Palace in the eyes of the Ming King City. " He could tell from the sound of it that it was someone with an extremely bad temper.

The Great Hall seemed to be empty, but the silent Little Ming King Palace was filled with three supreme experts who were called ancestors and nine elderlies. And the three great Ancestors favored the Baiyan Boy, so they immediately spoke out for him.

"That's right, Ancestor, I am also willing to help, it has indeed been a long time since our Little Ming King Palace has taken action." A clear voice rang out.

Immediately, two of the three great elders began to speak, and the rest of the ancestral elders also started to call out, letting out a buzzing sound. This group of old guys who had been immersed in it for a long time couldn't help but want to attack.

"Who did you say left a sacred recording mark in your mind?" His voice was ethereal, as if he had fused with space itself. It was as if they were talking to a vast and boundless starry sky, and the surrounding noise immediately quieted down.

"Ning Wufeng!" Baiyan Boy gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"Ning Wufeng?" Suddenly, the Little Ancestor's voice became a bit strange. He asked, "How did you offend that brat?"

Baiyan Boy added some extra details to the grievances between the two, and then blamed it all on Ning Wufeng.

"Patriarchs, you have to help me! If this kid doesn't die, he'll become the biggest devil in Yan'er's heart!" Baiyan Boy said with a sullen face as he knelt on the ground.

He also felt that when the Little Patriarch mentioned Ning Wufeng's name, his tone was a little weird and he quickly added fuel to the fire.

"Fate." The Second Patriarch, who had previously spoken out for the Baiyan Boy and wanted to teach Ning Wufeng a lesson, couldn't hold back his laughter and continued, "These are all fate. "Yan'er, you deserve this kind of calamity."

"A calamity?" The Baiyan Boy sullenly asked in doubt, why did the group of ancestors not mention about helping him take revenge, but instead said that it was his own calamity?

"Are we just going to let that brat Ning Wufeng go?" he asked bitterly.

"Let go? "Haha." The Little Patriarch suddenly smiled and said, "Of course I won't let him off so easily."

"Haha." The three great families and the Elders all laughed.

Baiyan Boy was immediately overjoyed, he knew that this group of ancestors would not just watch as he was wronged.

"From today onwards, you can just follow Ning Wufeng and watch his every move closely. You have to get him to have a good impression of our Little Ming King Palace and to be interested in us. Do you know? " The Little Patriarch said in a deep voice.

"What?" Baiyan Boy's jaw almost fell off as he shouted anxiously: "Little Ancestor, that guy is our enemy!"

His tone did not sound like he was joking, so he hurriedly emphasized, "It was him who branded Yan'er with his spiritual sense, Little Ancestor."

"Alright, the Little Patriarch isn't confused. Just do as I say." The Little Ancestor lightly said.

With that, the dozen or so auras disappeared and the hall returned to silence.

"Little Patriarch ?" The Baiyan Boy shouted a few more times, but his voice only echoed in the hall.

At this time, Ning Wufeng and the other three left the Ghost King City.

Ouye Changsheng looked around, and after figuring out the direction, he pointed to the east and said: "This place is already far away from Ming King City, it shouldn't be far from there."1

"I need to hurry back and take care of the aftermath for Tai Xiong, so I won't be accompanying you guys." he said flatly.

Ning Wufeng let out a light sigh. It was as the stall owner of the Bright King Talisman had said, Tai Xiong was indeed unable to avoid a sudden disaster.

With a flip of his hand, he split the soul of the Ghost King that he snatched away from the Baiyan Boy into two, handed one half to Ouye Changsheng, and said: "Back then, when Tai Xiong and I entered the Ghost King City, we said that the soul of the Ghost King would definitely be divided equally with him. Now that he's dead, just take this soul."

Ouye Changsheng's expression changed slightly as he received the soul. He also needed this Ghost King soul, and nodded: "Although Tai Xiong is dead, from now on, you are my, Ouye Changsheng's, brother. Come to Great Sun City, remember to look for me. "

"I will." Ning Wufeng nodded heavily.

Fate was such a magical thing. Some people wouldn't become brothers even after dozens of years of being together with each other. However, some people would become brothers who shared life and death with each other after just a few encounters.

Ouye Changsheng left.

"Sword Spirit City." Ning Wufeng rubbed his chin. Although he felt that this name was very domineering, his target was the Xiandu, so he didn't plan on staying here any longer.

However, Yan Ling suddenly spoke up, "Sword Spirit City is an ancient city as well. I've heard that it was originally a continuous mountain range, but later on, there was a major power named Old Man Tian Jian who flattened the mountains with a single sword strike and established his sect here.

"Unfortunately, the sects of the Heavenly Sword Elder were all killed and left with no inheritances in the late stage of the Ancient Devil Ruins. However, on the east side of the Sword Spirit City is another Heavenly Sword Valley. It is said that the Heavenly Sword Elder has spent his entire life's worth of knowledge and knowledge there, so every year, there are many people who come to the Sword Spirit City because of the Heavenly Sword Elder's legacy. "

"Heavenly Sword Elder." Ning Wufeng muttered, which sounded rather interesting. Since that was the case, he might as well stay in Sword Spirit City for a few days to get to know this Heavenly Sword Valley.

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