Volume 1, Chapter 1028 Taiyi (Three)

"Senior, how can the ghost world give up? We will gather more troops again to take revenge on the last tragic revenge. We seal the passage here, and once there continues to be destruction, wouldn't it be..."

Wen Bo, who looked like a rich man, withdrew his shocked gaze, took a deep breath before bowing to ask. He saw Lu Han's sleeves flying together, strange materials slowly rotating around his body, and then pushed into the high temperature, instantly turning into various colors of fluid.

"No! The ghost clan army has already had a shadow. At this moment, I am afraid it is training to imitate our tactics and to deal with the invasion of the spirit clan."

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"Ah? Could this battle have prevented me from half a disaster in the Haoming Immortal Realm?"

Zang Cang Zhanjun's eyes were bright, as if in his heart, a new world was opened up by someone. He was asked in disbelief.

"So that's it!"

Lu Han closed his hands together, and there was a dark gray ball on his chest, which was shrinking even when it was big or small, with amazing terrible energy constantly emanating from the inside.

"Hahahaha...! If there are thousands of ghost immortals again, they will be wiped clean by my Haoming army. It is something that the desolate ghost ancestor will never want to happen. The losses exceed the harvest, and the attack will be meaningless."

Hong Fengyu slapped his thighs and smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth, as if he had removed the heavy burden. It was not until the real fire under the giant cauldron bounced violently before he could correct his expression.

On the ground on both sides of the canyon, within a radius of 100,000 miles, small spiritual gathering arrays were densely packed everywhere, as if the immortal energy of the entire fairy realm was absorbed here.

There are blurred barriers within the magic circle. The figures inside are trying their best to restore their cultivation. Thousands of monks are crowded together to practice, and the scale is spectacular.

The reserve team that followed the ghost world but had not participated in the battle, and there were still 500,000 people, who had already left Barron Canyon, were passed away from the teleportation array one after another, and rushed to the Qingqiu Coast.

These monks who witnessed the actual battle with their own eyes, were excited and had a surge in confidence, will bring the fierceness of the war, the shortcomings and shortcomings to other legions.

Apart from the buzzing sound of the giant cauldron rotating, there was no other commotion here. The three Daluo Jinxians, following Lu Han's instructions, continuously strengthened and weakened the power of the true fire. This is their natal spiritual fire.

Half a day later, a strong smell of rust quickly filled the nearby void with the momentum of surging waves.

There was no dark gray iron ball between Lu Han's hands, and nine crystal runes were replaced by them. Each one was as big as a washbasin, but it was constantly twisted and could not be completely stable.

Each rune forced the space to separate the high temperature from afar. Lu Han sat upright with his eyes closed, and no one knew that the soul in his body was Mo circling around.

One circle...two circles...three circles...four circles...five circles...six circles...seven circles...

Five days later, the giant tripod rumbled and shook violently, as if it was subjected to a strong bump. The source of the vibration could not be found.

The true fire below had disappeared, and the three Daluo Jinxian retreated outside the protective formation, each with awesome expressions, because there was a terrifying force that was extremely yin and unfamiliar from the cauldron, pushing them step by step back.
Chapter completed!