"Rotten heart saber!" "Soul-breaking soup!" "Ghost can!" Three voices were heard at the same time. Then, the three of them attacked Zhao Hai together. These three attacks were all very terrifying. The cultivator with the short knife turned the short knife and stabbed it into his chest. As for the cultivator who used the bowl, he drank all the liquid that had appeared in the bowl. The cultivators who used the medicine jars let go and the medicine jars in their hands disappeared.
At this moment, Zhao Hai suddenly felt a sharp aura piercing towards his chest. At the same time, he felt as if he was poisoned. A cold light was attacking his head. It was obvious that it was the wandering ghost can.
