"I killed several, but I can't finish them all."

Xu Qing walked over and looked at the ghost hand who was seriously injured and even the foundation of his cultivation was broken. He felt the strong sense of death permeating the other person's body. He silently took out some pills and put them aside.

"Old man, I can't die yet, Xu Qing, do you have any wine?" Ghost Hand threw the empty pot in his hand to the ground, and a series of sounds were heard.

Xu Qing nodded, took out a pot from the storage bag, and handed it over. San. You. Xiao. said he would watch it for free every day.

The ghost hand raised his trembling hand, caught it, took a big sip, and then coughed violently. After his face turned an abnormal red cloud, he panted, looked at the broken mural, and murmured.

"How could I die so easily? Xu Qing, you know, I have a sword that I have cultivated for hundreds of years, but I haven't cut down too many people who escaped before. I can only cut one with this sword. I

I don’t want to waste it like this.”…

"I prepared this to protect Area C. I want to kill the beast who destroyed the Prison Department."

"I won't die until I'm cut off." Ghost Hand murmured, his voice firm.

Xu Qing was silent, cupped his fists and bowed, and left here with the complexity in his heart.

At this moment, in the Shenglan Territory, which is far away from Fenghai County, there is a very special plain. It does not belong to any county. It is located in the center of the Shenglan Territory and is the holy land of the entire Shenglan tribe.

Looking around, the place is completely white. It is not covered with ice and snow but with gravel.

Every grain contains a strong aura, and there are countless human-shaped statues in all directions of the plain, exuding an ancient aura.

They are the bodyguards of Grand Duke Shenglan who betrayed the human race back then.

Now that time has passed, all the monks in the legion have turned into statues, standing on this white plain. Looking from a distance, this moment actually gives people a sense of sanctity.

And this sacred source is a white temple in the only plain.

This is the ancestral temple of the Shenglan tribe and the place where their ancestors sleep.

At this time, there were four tall figures outside the temple, kneeling and worshiping there, motionless.

These four people are all wearing imperial robes and imperial crowns. They are the emperors of the four major dynasties of the Shenglan tribe, and the Emperor of Tianfeng is also among them.

"Ancestor, we have acted according to the plan." The Emperor of Tianfeng spoke respectfully.

"Ancestor, the Red Spirit Army has entered Fenghai County. In addition, some clues have been found about the Son of God Black Sky. Please make a decision." Beside Tianfeng Emperor, the Red Spirit Emperor spoke in a deep voice.

The temple was quiet for a long time, and a vicissitudes of sound seemed to come from the ancient river of time, echoing over the white plains.

"Put aside the matters concerning the Son of God for now, and put all important matters first!"

"Obey the Emperor's decree!" Outside the temple, the four emperors lowered their heads and bowed respectfully.
Chapter completed!