After crossing the sword forest and blade mountain, the view ahead opens up widely.
Looking around, the rising and falling mountains are shrouded in a pale yellow mist, and from time to time, unknown spiritual beasts soar through the sky. Spiritual Power fluctuations are constantly emanating from all directions.
"Demons!"
"Kill them..."
"..."
Chen Sansi had not walked more than five miles when he encountered a group of ghosts.
The number of blue wandering souls totaled seven or eight, appearing as fragmented human shapes, all wielding flying swords, rushing forward as they sensed living people.
"The Three Realms and Six Paths, all ruined by you demons!"
"Return our Daoist Inheritance!"
"You..."
"Demons..."
"..."
With fierce expressions, they wielded Sword Control Technique, continuously roaring throughout the process. But whether due to the residual soul state or other reasons, their speech was broken and indistinct.
"Whoosh——"
