Living in the world of cultivation

Su Fan helped the witch god Aji refine more than a dozen witch god towers, and this woman never appeared again.

He contacted the witch god Aji several times these days, but the witch god Aji did not reply.

Although Su Fan was worried about the human race in the Demon Camel Mountain, he had no choice now. How could he dare to go out at this time?

He could only send Yaksha out for reconnaissance from time to time, and deployed a lot of ghost soldiers in various places in the Demon Camel Mountain to report the situation outside in real time at any time.

In a blink of an eye, several months passed again, and everything was calm.

Even Su Fan was a little unsure. Could it be that the witch god Aji made a wrong judgment?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Although he and the witch god Aji called him daddy when they were fooling around in the dream, he knew in his heart that this woman's realm was very high.

Anyway, it was impossible for her to be a god-transforming old monster, at least she was a refining saint.

This old witch who has lived for tens of thousands of years, although she is extremely far away from here, can't hide even the slightest movement from her eyes.

But it has been several months, how come there is no movement at all?

Just when Su Fan was thinking about it, he suddenly heard the voice of the witch god Aji.

"I have built more than a dozen shelters deep in the Demon Camel Mountain. As long as you enter my witch gate, you can get my protection..."

Su Fan got angry when he heard it. How many people can be saved with more than a dozen shelters?

"Sister, there are more than a dozen human gathering places in the entire Demon Camel Mountain. What can a dozen shelters do..."

"I have spread the news of the coming catastrophe in various places in the Demon Camel Mountain, and it has attracted the attention of various gathering places. They have asked the Demon Kui tribe for help..."

"Will the Demon Kui tribe care about the life and death of the human race here..."

"I heard that several Yuanying monks of the Demon Kui tribe have rushed to the Demon Camel Mountain..."

After listening to the words of the witch god Aji, Su Fan was relieved.

After all, the human race in the Demon Camel Mountain is dependent on the Demon Kui tribe, and in the Demon Kui tribe’s own territory, they will definitely not allow the ghost tribe to be presumptuous.

"Your feeling must be right, it's been so long, and the ghost tribe hasn't come yet..."

"This place is too remote, there is no space gate within hundreds of thousands of miles, the ghost tribe may have come, they are probably afraid of startling you..."

After hearing what the witch god Aji said, Su Fan deeply believed that these guys may have arrived a long time ago.

At this moment, a hidden valley more than 100,000 miles away from the Demon Camel Mountain has been covered by a large formation.

A huge space gate has been erected on the flat area in the center of the valley.

One after another huge ghost boats roared out of the space gate, and several ghost tribe gods such as Venerable Hulan walked down from a ghost boat.

"Welcome Venerable Hulan..."

Seeing them coming, hundreds of ghost tribe Yuanying cultivators who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly paid homage.

Venerable Hulan waved his hand at them and said, "Get up..."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the Yuanying cultivator who was leading the group below and asked in a deep voice.

"Have all our people been deployed..."

The ghost clan's Nascent Soul cultivator heard this and hurriedly stepped forward to report.

"Report to Venerable Hulan, dozens of clan venerables and more than a thousand Nascent Soul disciples have all arrived..."

Venerable Hulan exchanged a few words with several clan venerables around him, then turned around.

"You all go and prepare. We will start closing the net tomorrow morning. I don't care what you do. I don't want to see a living human in Demon Camel Mountain before dark..."

"I will follow the Venerable's decree..."

After hearing Venerable Hulan's words, hundreds of ghost clan Nascent Soul cultivators below bowed and responded at the same time.

Looking at the many ghost clan Nascent Soul cultivators leaving one after another, Venerable Hulan showed a hint of violence on his face.

No matter what, this time, we must find that kid.

It took a deep breath and turned to ask a clan venerable next to it.

"When will Master Mangchai from the 'Charming Heart Tribe' come..."

"I have arranged it, and he will come tomorrow morning..."

"How is Master Blind Guess recovering now? Will he delay the divination tomorrow..."

"Master Blind Guess has fully recovered, and the altar and sacrifices have been prepared. He can start the divination for us tomorrow..."

"This time the distance is closer, and Master Blind Guess's consumption will not be as great as last time. He promises to do three divinations for us..."

After listening to the words of the two venerables in the tribe, Venerable Hulan nodded with satisfaction.

Before closing the net, let Master Mangchai do the divination once. If the boy's breath is still in the Demon Camel Mountain, the thousands of elites in the tribe deployed here will immediately launch an indiscriminate attack.

For the sake of insurance, let him do the divination twice after the siege is over. If the boy's breath disappears, it means that the boy must have been buried here.

Not only that, the Ghost Tribe also brought almost all the children in the tribe who have the ability of divination to the Demon Camel Mountain to cooperate with Master Mangchai to start the divination.

In order to surround and kill this kid, the Ghost Clan paid an unimaginable price.

Just inviting Master Mangchai from the "Charming Heart Clan" here, the resources consumed are astronomical.

In addition to building a separate space gate, almost all the Divine Masters and Nascent Soul cultivators in the clan came out.

Such a large battle is almost as big as launching a star war.

If they still can't kill that kid, they will not be able to explain to the top leaders of the clan when they go back.

But Venerable Hulan was still confident about this operation. The elites of the Ghost Clan came out in full force. The Mokui Clan had not noticed such a large mobilization until now.

Now they have figured out all the human gathering places in Motuo Mountain, as well as the surrounding villages.

Under the indiscriminate attacks of dozens of god-forming lords and thousands of Yuanying monks in the clan, it is estimated that no one can survive.

Even though that kid was extremely cunning, he never expected that the Ghost Clan would put up such a big showdown in order to deal with him, a human race.

Even if he sensed the crisis at this moment, it was too late. He could never escape from the trap set by the Ghost Clan.

To be honest, without the witch god Aji, Su Fan might have died.

Such a large-scale siege and killing operation did not reveal even a single sign. The determination of the Ghost Clan to kill him is evident.

In the evening, Su Fan sat cross-legged in the cave in his secret realm to practice the "Hunyuan Qi Sutra".

He didn't know why, but he felt a little irritated in his heart, and something went wrong several times during his practice.

Su Fan simply stopped practicing. He slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

"The Ghost Clan is coming..."

Although the ghost soldiers deployed throughout Magic Camel Mountain have not yet issued a warning, Su Fan, who has been walking on the edge of a knife all year round, is extremely sensitive to the coming crisis.

You don't need to guess to know that the Ghost Clan must have arrived.

They should have arrived a long time ago, but they didn't start closing the net until today.

Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, the ghost clan will definitely launch an attack.

Su Fan waved to Sister Zhen who was busy in front of the stove.

"Master, are you hungry? Food will be served soon..."

At this point, Sister Zhen saw the solemn look on Su Fan's face and immediately couldn't speak any more.

"What's going on? Master, please don't scare me..."

Su Fan smiled and said: "Go and find Yaksha and ask him to collect all the ghost soldiers deployed throughout the Demon Camel Mountain..."

Sister Zhen didn't even think about it after hearing this. She disappeared with a "whoosh" sound.

Su Fan sighed, what was supposed to come had come.

"Have people evacuated the gathering places in Magic Camel Mountain..."

After a while, the witch god Aji replied.

"I have sent a group of believers to various gathering places to inform the higher-ups of the gathering place about the upcoming arrival of the Ghost Clan, but they don't believe anything they say..."

Su Fan was furious when he heard this. How long has this been going on and he still hasn't made preparations yet.

"The Ghost Tribe is here and will definitely launch an indiscriminate attack on Devil Camel Mountain. How many people will survive then..."

"The higher-ups at the gathering place still place their hopes on the Mo Kui tribe. They have already asked for help from the nearby Mo Kui tribe..."

"Are the people from the Mo Kui tribe here..."

"Dozens of Nascent Soul monks from the Mokui tribe have been here for more than a month and are guarding various gathering places..."

Although there are not many people sent by the Mokui clan, this is the territory of the Mokui clan, so it shouldn't be too much for the Ghost clan to throw a rat weapon at them.

Despite this, the human race in Motuo Mountain will still encounter a catastrophe, but at least fewer people will die.

"Don't worry, I have established more than a dozen shelters. Even if the human race in various gathering places in Demon Camel Mountain dies, tens of thousands of seeds will be left behind..."

What the hell...

The Wumen missionary is really amazing. In just a short time, this bitch has gained tens of thousands of followers.

When Demon Camel Mountain survives this catastrophe, the Wumen will have taken root in the Nether Bone Star Territory.

"You can hide here with peace of mind. You must remember that you must not leave the secret realm. If you go out, I can't guarantee that I can cover your aura..."

"I know, I won't go out to find death at this time..."

After hearing Su Fan's words, the witch god Aji breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but curl his lips.

Before dark, Yasha returned to Su Fan's secret realm from outside.

"Master, just before I entered the secret realm, I felt a crisis spreading here..."

After listening to Yasha's words, Su Fan nodded.

"Well... you did a good job, go back and rest..."

Even Yasha, who is in the realm of the ghost king, has already sensed the approaching crisis. He does not believe that the Nascent Soul monks of the Mokui tribe guarding various human gathering places in Motuo Mountain cannot sense it.

They will definitely report the situation here to the higher-ups of the Demon Kui Clan.

Human gathering places throughout Motuo Mountain will also be on full alert under the leadership of the Nascent Soul monks of the Mokui tribe.

The night was very long, and Su Fan stayed up all night.

He had been sitting cross-legged in the courtyard outside the cave, feeling extremely nervous.

Although the Witch God Aji has given him reassurance, as long as he does not leave the secret realm, the Ghost Clan will not discover his specific location.

But in the face of the Ghost Clan soldiers pressing down on the situation, I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous.

In order to kill him, the Ghost Clan will definitely send a large number of old monsters and Yuanying Masters. Once he is discovered, he will definitely die without a burial place.

How can you let him sleep at this time?

In the early morning, the pale golden morning light from the east shines through the still gray clouds, dyeing the sky and the earth a golden color.

In the valley more than 100,000 miles away from Devil Camel Mountain, a ghost boat slowly flew out from the gate of space.

The ghost boat landed on the ground, and Venerable Hulan and others, who had been waiting for a long time, hurriedly greeted it.

The huge hatch slowly opened, and a skinny monk who was more than ten feet tall stepped out of the ghost boat.

Although it was wearing a wide black robe, its skinny figure was instantly revealed as the breeze blew, just like clothes hanging outside.

The wide hood covered most of Master Mangchai's face, but it was still possible to see that his face was covered with runes, like blood-like veins, densely packed like worms, giving people a weird and creepy feeling.

Although the "Charming Heart Clan" is not strong in combat, their blood has inherited the magical powers of their ancestors such as the Soul Dao and Divination Dao.

Although the entire race is also under the wings of a powerful race, their status is extremely high, and they are not the kind of existence that weak races are like grass.

So even though the Ghost Clan is arrogant and domineering on weekdays, Venerable Hulan and others are still very respectful in front of Master Mangchai.

"Master Mangchai, thank you for your hard work along the way..."

Master Mangchai nodded slightly and said, "Is the altar ready..."

Its voice was obscure and hoarse, as if tearing a piece of stiff brown paper, and there was a terrifying feeling in the voice

After hearing this, Hulan Venerable quickly stretched out his hand and pointed to the huge altar not far from the space gate.

"Master Mangchai, everything is ready..."

"Then let's start the altar and do divination..."

After Master Mangchai finished speaking, he walked towards the altar not far away.

This huge altar was very rough and simple, covered with dense runes, and all kinds of strange animal bones and stones were placed everywhere.

In the open space around the altar, a large number of trembling humans and strange beasts gathered, they were all today's sacrifices.

Master Mangchai came to the center of the altar and nodded to the fortune-tellers of the ghost tribe next to him.

The ghost monks around the altar began to kill humans and strange beasts, and then threw their corpses on the altar.

The blood of humans and strange beasts slowly flowed on the altar, and slowly the blood completely covered the altar.

Master Mangchai closed his eyes, then opened his hands, and murmured a strange and bizarre spell.

As the strange and bizarre spell was murmured, a ray of light suddenly shot up into the sky.

"Puff..."

Master Mangchai suddenly opened his mouth and spurted a mouthful of blood on the pile of skeletons in the center of the altar.

The dense runes on the altar began to flicker, constantly emitting dazzling light.

In the witch world, in a magnificent palace, the witch god Aji suddenly opened his eyes.

She smiled strangely, and then pinched a finger gesture with her right hand.

The several witch gate formations that originally enveloped Su Fan slightly leaked a trace of his breath.

The witch god Aji smiled, then changed the finger gestures of his right hand, and several witch formations once again covered Su Fan tightly.