No matter how confident Qin Yu is in his own strength, he still has no chance of winning if he faces the real Martial Ancestor realm.

The revenge of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Hall can only be avenged in the future.

"It's you!?"

Li Zhen's eyes fell on Qin Yu's Nine Nether Dragon Spear, and his pupils suddenly shrank, which was quite unbelievable.

On the fierce battlefield that day, he saw Qin Yu's Nine Nether Dragon Spear.

But at that time, the Nine Nether Dragon Spear was not a holy weapon, and Qin Yu's cultivation level was obviously only at the Wuzong realm.

The only thing that can make him pay more attention is Qin Yu's physical refining attainments.

But now, just a few months have passed, and Qin Yu's strength is enough to fight against the peak Martial God Realm?

This is really amazing!

"Stop him!"

The majestic man who was bombarded to his senses, his face turned ferocious and terrifying, and immediately chased Qin Yu.

Since Qin Yu came out of the dungeon, what happened to the Revolution Hall just now must be related to Qin Yu.

Other martial gods realms in the Wangui Hall immediately followed the sky and flew out of the dead slave field.

A series of violent and shocking mysterious forces rushed towards Qin Yu crazily.

"Not good, retreat quickly!"

The onlookers who watched the fun outside the Dead Slave Field died in horror.

Although they were very curious, what was the origin of the person who dared to make a big fuss in the territory of the Ten Thousand Ghost Hall?

But if the battle of this level is in, it is probably because it is not considered a lively battle and life will be gone.

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Thank you, the fantasy flowers, the fire, there is a beauty, I will never forget you when I see it, little ghost, Nanwu, how about it, the rewards from several book friends of the Porphyra Chuxin!
Chapter completed!