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Once you set foot on the road to immortality, there are only two outcomes, either you die on the road to immortality and disappear, or you become immortal with boundless freedom.

There is no such thing as a ghost.

Xuxian is a monk whose potential has been exhausted and cannot go any further.

For them, immortals exist in illusion, and if they don't have great opportunities, they will never be able to embark on the road of becoming immortals in their lifetime.

"Little Saint Monk, long time no see."

Sword King looked at Huifa and said lightly.

"Knife King, stay safe."

"We have gathered so many people this time, we will definitely be able to flatten Ghost Crying Ridge." Dao Wang said with a gleam in his eyes.

"Fighting Ghost Crying Ridge and purifying resentful spirits is a matter of immeasurable merit. Believe me, the Buddha will bless us."

Huifa smiled lightly.

"My Buddha is merciful."

Behind him, several monks also chanted the Buddha's name.

The sword king curled his lips and snorted a little, "I don't care whether the Buddha protects you or not, I only trust the sword in my hand!"

"Ah."

Huifa chuckled and didn't care.

Then, some immortal species joined the team to crusade against Guikuling, and there were even a few giant immortal species among them.

For example, when Madman Chu met Huoshen Xiao, the god son of Shenhuo Mingjiao in Tianhuodongtian, the aura of the other party was much stronger than before.

It can be said to be the strongest giant under the immortal king.

Madman Chu chuckled, "Interesting, it looks like he's improved a lot these days, and it's not in vain for me to let him go."

The weak are worth too little.

Only when the opponent becomes stronger can he reap a lot of value, which is why the madman Chu set fire to the gods.

That is to put a long line and catch big fish.

"Why do I always feel that there is a familiar atmosphere here?"

Vulcan Xiao frowned.

His eyes swept across the crowd, and then landed on Chu Kuangren, although the other party covered his face with aura and couldn't see clearly.

But that breath, that temperament, he will never forget.

"Yes, it's him?!"

Vulcan Xiao trembled violently in his heart.

He couldn't help but think back to the past when he was defeated by the opponent with a single move when he was in the cave of heaven and fire. It can be said that it was his psychological shadow.

As if sensing that Vulcan Xiao was looking at him, Madman Chu turned his head, and his eyes fell on Vulcan Xiao through the spiritual light.

At that moment, Vulcan Xiao felt his body stiffen.

It was as if being shrouded in some kind of great terror.

He quickly looked away.

"Fellow Vulcan, what's wrong?"

Huifa looked at Vulcan Xiao and asked indifferently.

Vulcan Xiao shook his head, "No, nothing."

He didn't reveal that Chu Kuangren was also in the team. He heard that several god sons in Shenhuo Mingjiao died at the hands of the other party.

If Madman Chu is exposed now, what should he do as the son of Shenhuo Mingjiao?Fighting, I can't beat it, and if I don't fight, it's a bit unreasonable. Doesn't it just mean that I'm cowardly.

Simply act as if you don't know anything.

Huifa also had doubts, and looked at the direction Huoshenxiao was looking at just now, and also saw Madman Chu, his eyes flashed.

This person... is not simple.

Chapter 950: Ghost Cry Ridge, Bone Erosion Poison Fire, Pockmarked Woman

This person... is not simple.

After Huifa glanced at Chu Kuangren, there was a strange look in his eyes, and then he ignored it. He had absolute confidence in himself.

Even if the other party is a fairy king, he can suppress it by asking himself.

Because I have already stepped on the road to immortality!

Based on this alone, he is no longer comparable to an ordinary fairy king, no, he is no longer an immortal king.

He is walking on the road to immortality...

Half Immortal!

……

Everyone set off to Ghost Cry Ridge.

The closer to Ghost Cry Ridge, the more gray fog there will be, and the greater the impact on the monks, but along the way, Huifa and his fellow practitioners activated the Buddha's light to isolate most of the influence of resentment.

This allows everyone to maintain their combat power to the greatest extent when they reach Ghost Cry Ridge.

"The Ghost Crying Ridge is ahead."

Huifa looked at a mountain range in the distance and said.

The mountain range was shrouded in a thick gray mist, full of resentment.

"Everyone get ready."

Not long after, everyone entered Ghost Crying Ridge, and as soon as they entered it, majestic resentment rushed towards their faces, and everyone couldn't help urging their imperial energy to resist.

Madman Chu didn't feel anything.

These grievances are mainly aimed at the physical body and mind, and his physical body is strong, and the power of his soul is even more majestic.

Resentment has no effect on him at all, as for Lan Yu, Qing Feng and the others next to him are protected by the sword crown secretly, it is not a problem.

"Oh, bring a sword crown, isn't it a little bullying?"

Madman Chu laughed secretly.

Jian Guan's injury has recovered to a seven or eighty-eight degree, although he didn't show it usually, but this is a fairy.

The little resentment ridge is also the matter of his sword.

This is a bit like a full-level tuba under the novice village.

"Look, what is that?"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd exclaimed.

The crowd looked.

I saw a knife stuck in a mountain wall.

The knife seemed to be old and rusted, but there was still a faint celestial glow circulating on it.

"That's a fairy weapon! Although it's a broken fairy weapon, if you can take it back and refine it properly, you can also refine a lot of fairy gold."

A monk said with fiery eyes.

Immortal gold is the material needed to refine immortal artifacts, and it is very valuable.

A monk rushed out and was about to grab the immortal gold, but at this moment, there was a roar in the distance, and a wraith several feet high rushed out of the forest.

The wraith's face was distorted, and he could no longer see his true colors, but the aura erupting from his gestures was terrifying.

Having reached the level of the late Heavenly Dao Lord, the cultivator who was about to take the fairy weapon had no time to dodge, and was directly knocked out by the wraith, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a pale face.

"It's a wraith!"

"The resentful spirit has appeared, everyone be careful!"

Everyone's complexion changed, and they quickly became alert.

And the master sword king of Burying Jianhai stepped forward with one step, and swiped in the void with his palm as a sword, and a majestic sword energy poured out instantly.

The wraith was directly blasted out by the saber energy, and the powerful strength immediately amazed many monks present.

"Is this the strength of the young master Burying Jianhai? He is indeed one of the twelve kings of the fairy world, so powerful!"

"Nice, amazing."

Beside Chu Kuangren, Jian Guan glanced at him, "This is the immortal method of burying the sword sea, Ba Dao Jue, this kid has practiced well, and he can practice to this level at this age."

"Well, compared to other fairy species, it is indeed much better."

Madman Chu chuckled lightly.

Hearing his words, Jian Guan laughed dryly, and he suddenly realized that no matter how good the immortals are, they are all scum in front of this person, and they are not at the same level at all.

After slashing the wraith with a single blow, the sword king took advantage of the victory to pursue him, using his palm to transform the sword, and fully demonstrated the immortal technique of burying the sword sea. However, within a few breaths, the wraith, who was comparable to the Lord of Heaven, was beheaded.

The resentful spirits after death turned into a mass of resentment.

At this time, Huifa suddenly took out a golden Buddha statue and threw it into the air, only to see the golden light blooming from the Buddha statue, and the resentment emitted by the resentful spirit after death was actually sucked into his body.

This scene stunned everyone.

This little holy monk seems to be collecting grievances? ?

"Amitabha, the resentment of these resentful spirits will recondense into resentful spirits soon after they return to heaven and earth. In order to prevent them from causing harm to the world again, I put them in this Buddha statue and prepare to purify them after returning." Huifa smiled faintly road.

After hearing his words, everyone suddenly realized.

"So it is."

"The little holy monk is worthy of being a little holy monk. He really has a bodhisattva heart and considers the world. I am convinced."

"Yes, the name of the little holy monk is well-deserved."

Madman Chu glanced at the Buddha statue, with a playful look on his face, "Interesting, this little holy monk is not that simple."

He just analyzed the Buddha statue with Xiao Ai.

Found something interesting.

After killing a wraith, everyone continued to move forward. Besides the wraith, they also encountered many treasures along the way.

However, Madman Chu has never encountered anything that moved his heart. Except for occasionally dealing with a few wraiths who came to seek death, he basically didn't take any action, and just sat on the sidelines.

Everyone went deep into Guikuling, and suddenly encountered a wave of resentful spirits' attack, and each fell into a battle.

"Bone Erosion Poison Fire!"

Vulcan Xiao let out a low cry, raised his hand and blasted out a black flame.

The flames burned the Wraith like a gangrene.

Kuangren Chu watched from the side, and smiled playfully, "This is the Divine Fire on the Divine Fire List, which is a bit interesting. It seems that he didn't get Zitian Huangyan, but he has another chance."

That's good, it seems that his Phoenix Fire has gained merit again.

"not good……"

At this time, there was an exclamation not far from Madman Chu.

I saw a pockmarked woman being besieged by several resentful spirits. She resisted with a sword, and the light of the sword was sharp, but she fell into a disadvantage after a few moves, and the danger was everywhere.

The rest of the cultivators around were dealing with other wraiths, and they didn't come to rescue them, and some capable ones didn't make any moves either.

Especially the king of swords, he was carrying a sword, hugging his shoulders, standing aside and watching coldly, "Swordsman? And she is such a vulgar woman, such a person is not worth my shot."

Cultivator Burial Sword Sea seemed to have some prejudice against swordsmen in the world, and he didn't have a good face at all.

If this woman is beautiful, maybe he will help her, but unfortunately, the other person's face is full of pockmarks, which makes him turn off.

Not far away, Huifa was using Buddha's light to fight against a resentful spirit. With his strength, he could have quickly dealt with the resentful spirit and then went to save the woman, but he didn't do that either.

Because he doesn't want to reveal his true strength for the time being.

The pockmarked woman was besieged by resentful spirits, but no one came to help. The cruelty of the practice world was vividly displayed.