Everyone who has cultivated to the realm of Golden Pills has hundreds of years of life. After changing to the spiritual god and being promoted to the Dharma image, they can extend their life for 600 years. Why should they bet on their lives?

After thinking about it, I understand that if I were not caught by the ghost fog, which monk would be so stupid that he would take the initiative to gamble?

What if it is soul-sucking fog, wouldn’t it be a search for death when rushing in?

Well, take a step back and say, you have bet right, it is phase fog.

Who knows where this phase fog will teleport you? Will there be other dangers?

Countless monks who were involved in the phase fog, among which the truly alive people were less than one hundred and less than one thousand!

Even lower.

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Yang Pan was also surrounded by ghost fog, unable to distinguish between the east, south, west and north, and even the target he tracked was lost.

"This seems to be a ghost fog, right?" Yang Pan's face changed instantly. He remembered that this was a wonder recorded in the classics, ghost fog outside the sea.

Moreover, Yang Pan also knew that this kind of ghost fog was divided into two forms: life and death.

Yang Pan quickly glanced at his attribute column and found that the lucky item did not return to zero or turned into a negative number.

This discovery made Yang Pan secretly relieved.

If your own blessings come to zero or a more serious negative number, that is a bad thing.

The so-called magical powers are inferior to the number of days, and it is better to return to zero. At most, it is just an ordinary person.

If this becomes a negative number, disaster will surely come and there will be no place to die.

No matter how powerful the magical power is, it cannot stop the number of days.

Therefore, the strongest point of the door of wisdom is to suppress luck.

Yang Pan's luck was suppressed by the Gate of Wisdom. As long as the disaster does not exceed the power of suppression, as long as Yang Pan does not encounter countless disasters such as the collapse of the universe, generally speaking, his blessings can be constant above 1 point.

Reflecting on this situation now, it will be even more domineering.

Even if this ghost fog is a soul-absorbing fog, it will forcibly change into phase fog under the constant power of Yang Pan.

This is the terrible number of days!

God is destined that Yang Pan's fate should not be extinct.

The Wuli Gongzi and his group in the ghost fog followed Yang Pan to escape from danger.

Under the influence of phase fog, I have no idea where I am.

The three Jindan masters outside the ghost fog had a helpless expression at this moment.

"What should I do now? Let's wait outside?" Taoist Lingser asked helplessly.
Chapter completed!