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Chapter 684 The World of the Wraith King

"Who is he? How is it possible that even the spirit of resentment that has existed for countless years cannot deal with him?"

Nan Jing's expression suddenly changed.

A gloomy and resentful emotion filled his cheeks.

"The spirit of resentment is a creature that has been dead for countless years, and the resentment in its heart cannot be released.

Coupled with the power of time, the resentment in their hearts flourished. Even the most ordinary spirit of resentment can erode the soul of the strong Yin and Yang.

The King of Resentment is an existence that even the strongest in creation cannot bear. Even the King of Resentment that has accumulated to its peak, not even the demigod warriors, can resist it, and the King of Resentment erodes the soul of the warrior.

Now in the void, there is not only one king of resentment. Even these kings of resentment have no ability to resist at all and are swallowed by the magical copper furnace in the void."

The expressions of the elders of Tianfeng Sect could not conceal their horror.

Of course there is also a fear.

They controlled the home field advantage and did not think they would be caught by the masked man from Jiuyuan Mountain.

However, if it takes three hours, the masked man has not been killed.

They will have to bear the backlash of the coming bloody curse.

Just imagine the scene when those warriors were subjected to the bloody curse and were worse than death.

The Tianfeng Sect elder began to tremble uncontrollably all over his body.

"The masked man must die, and Jiuyuan Mountain must be destroyed,"

The elder of the Knife Sect looked at his mutilated arm, and the resentment in his eyes was even like a flame.

He has practiced swordsmanship all his life.

Holding a knife in the right hand has become a habit.

Now, not only has his right arm been chopped off, but there is also a mysterious domineering sword intention that condenses on the severed arm.

As long as one reaches the legendary realm, the talent of being able to regenerate flesh and blood cannot be used.

What's more, even if he can complete the rebirth of flesh and blood, he still needs to practice the sword technique again.

The so-called Seven Styles of Tyrannical Sword could not withstand the opponent's random sword attack. This had already caused a major critical blow to his martial arts will.

Kill kill kill!

Only by completely destroying the masked man can his heart be completely washed away.

The elders of the Snow Mountain Sect were frozen to death, and the remaining warriors of the Snow Mountain Sect had no right to speak.

At this time, the gazes of the Tianfeng Sect elder, Nan Jing and the Broken Arm Sword Sect warrior had already fallen on them.

"Do you want to die or live?"

A violent energy burst out from Nan Jing's body.

This surging force formed a violent tornado that shattered the surrounding trees.

The bodies of the Snow Mountain Sect warriors could not help but take a few steps back.

They felt that the space around them was full of malice.

The few remaining Snow Mountain Sect warriors were so angry that they could not help but chatter their teeth and clenched their fists.

One of the Snow Mountain Sect warriors with a face full of reluctance came out: "We are Snow Mountain Sect warriors, and we all have bloody grudges between us. You can't intimidate us!"

"It is true that we cannot kill you, but as long as we severely injure you and throw you into a place where those evil spirits gather, what will happen to you?"

Nan Jing's gloomy tone made all the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect feel a kind of shudder in their hearts.

As if to scare the monkeys, he directly severely injured the Snow Mountain Sect disciples who were full of resentment, and then threw them into the gathering place of the evil spirits not far away.

He was severely injured and unable to control the mysterious divine pattern.

Many Yin spirits swarmed up like cats after smelling the fishy smell.

Waves of tragic screams were heard, and in the blink of an eye, only the fresh bones of a living Snow Mountain Sect warrior were left.

"Now, I'm asking you, do you want to die or live?"

It is said to be a choice, but in fact, the ending of the Snow Mountain Sect disciple just now was the end of wanting to die.

"Want to live!"

The remaining Snow Mountain Sect disciples hide their resentment and resentment in the deepest corners of their hearts.

Nan Jing is not a fool, so he can naturally detect the other party's true thoughts.

But he didn't pay attention, his eyes seemed to have no trace,

After taking a look at the masked man walking leisurely in the courtyard, a wave of sneers came to his mind: "As warriors of the Snow Mountain Sect, you should know that this section of the place where Yin spirits haunt is called the Underworld.

In the underworld, there are taboo Yin spirits, that is, the existence of the Emperor of Resentful Spirits. Now, use your own blood to awaken the fossil-like Emperor of Resentful Spirits!"

"The Emperor of Resentful Spirits? Once the Emperor of Resentful Spirits appears, even the divine marks on our bodies cannot resist it. This is a narrow escape!"

Although they knew that Nan Jing would ask them to do something that was difficult to achieve, they were still shocked when Nan Jing opened his mouth.

"A narrow escape from death? At least a lifetime. If you don't go, then there will be no chance of death!"

After saying this, Nan Jing's body suddenly burst out with even stronger divine energy.

The two or three big cats in the Snow Mountain Sect were all very aware of the ferocious fluctuations that occurred when they were killing each other.

No room for rejection!

Unless they want to end up like the Snow Mountain Sect disciples whose souls were devoured by thousands of ghosts before.

The Snow Mountain Sect disciples looked for help at the Sword Sect and Tianfeng Sect standing aside, but in the end they received only sneers and indifference.

"What are you doing standing still? You only have three seconds to breathe!"

The Broken Arm Elder of the Sword Sect roared impatiently.

Even though the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect were filled with countless fears, they still had to go towards those weird statues hidden in the jungle.

They poured blood on strange statues.

In just an instant, the scene had become extremely terrifying.

Those few were originally statues, the emperors of resentment without any life fluctuations.

At this time, like a long-dormant terrifying demon, a terrifying wave of eternal darkness erupted.

Dark clouds were pressing down on the sky, and the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away were trembling.

Under the bewildered gazes of countless people, those stone statues instantly evolved into a terrifying dark frenzy.

One after another, terrifying demon gods emerged from the dark craze.

They stand between heaven and earth.

The violent arrogance swept across the world.

In fact, a terrifying dark world formed around them.

"The Emperor of Resentful Spirits actually touched the mysteries of the world. You must know that even the average powerful in the realm of gods and demons may not be able to touch the mysteries of the world.

Even if they are just embryos, their strength will be infinitely improved to the peak of demigods, and they are only one step away from reaching the realm of gods and demons!"

"No wonder, our ancestors have passed down the tradition that you should never use any means to awaken those Emperors of Resentful Spirits until a critical moment. It's because they are really terrifying."

"Let's go! Let's retreat quickly. As long as we set foot in the second area, the Emperor of Resentful Spirits can only watch, but he cannot set foot."

"To be honest, if there was no existence in the second level area, the Emperor of Resentful Spirits might be awakened and we would be completely buried here!"




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