Bald-headed Crane and Luo Ling'er secretly made a bet, but when they mentioned the bet, Luo Ling'er couldn't help but open her mouth.
Because the bald crane and the lion opened their mouths and made a terrifyingly large bet, even Luo Ling'er, who was born in a large sect like the Lihuo Sect and was a saint of the Lihuo Sect, was frightened.
"You are just a mount, how can you bring out so many treasures and resources?"
Luo Linger looked sideways at the bald crane, expressing doubt.
The other party was just a mount beside Wang Teng, and he came from a poor place like the edge of the Eastern Wasteland. In her opinion, his net worth could not be that rich at all.
"What do these treasures and resources mean?"
But the bald-headed crane looked disdainful and said, "Sister Ling'er, are you afraid that your brother will lose and don't dare to gamble?"
"Who says I don't dare to gamble anymore."
Noticing the disdainful look that the bald-headed crane glanced back at, Luo Ling'er immediately agreed.
"Hey, if that's the case, then it's a deal!"
Seeing Luo Ling'er agree, Bald Crane immediately beamed and felt like he was going to get rich again.
Wang Teng glanced suspiciously at the bald crane who was flirting with Luo Ling'er. In addition, he vaguely felt the fluctuation of his consciousness, and felt a little uneasy in his heart. He always felt that the bald crane wanted to trick him, but he couldn't find any evidence.
After making a bet with Luo Ling'er, the bald-headed crane set out in earnest and galloped towards the Land of the Fallen God.
At this time, in the battlefield where the Ghost King Zong and others were previously located.
A series of divine rainbows shot out and rushed over quickly.
"A fierce battle took place here, and there are still traces of the battle in the air. This sinister aura...is from the Ghost King Sect!"
A handsome young man with extraordinary martial skills hurriedly landed on the battlefield where the energy had not yet calmed down and endless chaotic aura was surging. He closed his eyes slightly to sense, and then said in a deep voice.
"There is still this trace of sword energy left...it is the Flying Immortal Sword Technique practiced by Ling'er!"
"The people of the Ghost King Sect and Ling'er had a big battle here, huh? There is also a strange aura here. It doesn't look like the aura of the Ghost King Sect monks, but... this aura contains a strong murderous and violent aura.
I'm afraid that even if you are not from the Ghost King Sect, you are not a kind person, and Ling'er is in danger!"
The expression of the Shenwu young man changed. As he closed his eyes, strands of golden ripples rippled out from his body and washed through the void, detecting all the various auras remaining in the battlefield.
"The edicts of the Ghost King Sect are also issued from this place, but why are there no people from the Ghost King Sect?"
The strong men from the Lihuo Sect who came with the Shenwu youth all frowned.
"The masters of the Ghost King Sect are all dead. There is a trace of their souls in the void that have not been completely annihilated. Ling'er and the mysterious man are heading towards the Land of the Fallen God!"
"Let's follow him quickly. This mysterious man is not simple. He has such a blazing murderous spirit and such an astonishing hostility. He is probably a demonic monk. If Ling'er falls into his hands, we don't know what will happen.
We must catch up with this person as soon as possible."
The expression of the Shenwu young man changed, and then his body flashed, turning into a blaze of light and rushing towards the Land of Meteor God, chasing Wang Teng and his party.
His tracking method was extraordinary, and he was able to calculate the direction in which Wang Teng and others left through the faint residual breath in the void.
"No matter who it is, if he dares to harm Ling'er, I will make him die without a burial place!"
The Shenwu young man roared and galloped all the way, looking extremely anxious.
"Holy Son, wait for us..."
Upon seeing this, the other Lihuo Cult masters quickly followed suit.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
One after another the figures quickly moved away, extremely fast.
And not long after they left, there was another gloomy air surge, and the ghostly air turned into blurry figures.
"The imperial edict was issued from Neisi, but the person who issued the edict has died..."
"Who is it that dares to attack the elders of my Ghost King Sect?"
Several gloomy figures floated in the air, sensing the chaotic atmosphere of the battlefield, with wisps of cold light flashing in their eyes, and will-o'-the-wisps jumping in their eye sockets.
These gloomy ghost figures did not stay here for long. A wisp of breeze surged past, and the figures disappeared like smoke. You can only vaguely feel that there are wisps of air flowing in the void, all the way towards the Meteor God.
hurried away.
In the distance, there was a skinny old man walking. Every step he took seemed to be like a celestial movement, affecting the rules of heaven and earth in all directions.
After taking three consecutive steps, the old man's figure suddenly appeared in the void where the fighting atmosphere had almost completely dissipated.
He turned his eyes without the whites of his eyes and glanced at the empty void. Then he raised his hands, opened his cuffs, and a cloud of ghostly aura rushed out. A ghostly figure as big as a human head floated in the ghostly aura.
"Look what happened here before."
The old man's hoarse voice sounded.
The ghost figure was completely black, except for a red-gold eye between its eyebrows.
At this moment, the red-gold eye first closed, and then suddenly opened, as if it were tracing back the long river of time and space. The scenes that happened in the void in a short period of time were all reflected in its red-gold eyes.
emerge.
The figures of the previous group of Ghost King Sect masters who came here and then left.
Then came the masters of the Lihuo Cult who rushed here one step ahead.
Then came the scene where Wang Teng took action to suppress everyone in the Ghost King Sect. When he was killing the last master of the Ghost King Sect, an edict rose into the air, exploded, and then Wang Teng and Luo Ling'er walked away.
"alright."
Everything the ghost saw clearly emerged in the old man's mind. When he saw this, the old man already understood everything and put away the black one-eyed ghost with a flick of his sleeve.
He came to the position where Wang Teng had previously stood, his nose flaps flaring, and a blazing light suddenly burst out from his pair of pale eyes without any black impurities.
"What a strong fluctuation of blood energy. After leaving for a long time, his blood energy aura still remains in the void. It's so good. I didn't expect that I would find such a fine treasure body just after I came out of seclusion!"
The old man suddenly laughed evilly, and a look of excitement appeared in his pale eyes, as if he had discovered a great opportunity and good fortune!
In fact, a top-quality body can indeed be regarded as the greatest opportunity and good fortune for him now.
"My blood is as strong as a dragon's, but I don't know if my physical body is strong enough. If my physical body is not strong enough, I'm afraid it won't be able to bear the erosion of my dark energy..."
The old man murmured in a low voice with a hoarse voice. Then he looked in the direction of the Land of the Fallen God and took steps to catch up.
This old man is surprisingly Dutian Pluto, who cultivated to the pinnacle of quasi-emperor 30,000 years ago!
After he was promoted to the pinnacle of quasi-emperor, he was still unable to take a step further and truly become an emperor, so he buried himself in the soul tomb. With the help of countless ghosts in the soul tomb and overwhelming resentment, he practiced an evil method called Hades' Creation Demonic Art in order to prove his way and become an emperor.