All the ghosts no longer dared to think anything rash. Anyone who wanted to go to a haunted place like Wangchuan could go! There were the most terrifying evil spirits and the most heinous evil spirits imprisoned there. It was estimated that except for the master in front of them, no ghost in the entire ghost clan would have the courage to set foot there.
Mu Huan was very satisfied with the performance of these ghosts. It turned out that no matter which race, fear of death is a common trait!
"It's good that you have thought it through clearly. I hope the elders will not do anything stupid, otherwise you might have to go and accompany my father." Mu Huan smiled, but still did not let them get up, and left directly.
It's time to go to the Gods to get back those scars. Be prepared to pay back what you owe her a hundredfold.
The ghosts and gods share a barrier, and those who cross it can reach the gods' platform. In the past, gods who committed crimes would jump off the platform and fall directly into the ghosts' underworld. A slight fall into the River of Forgetfulness would be a fascinating joke, a source of much gossip.
Mu Huan passed through the barrier directly and arrived at the God Clan's God-Slaying Platform. Legend has it that many God Clan members died on this platform, and most of them fell into the underworld. Mu Huan couldn't help but sigh that their luck was really good.
If one of them accidentally fell into the Forgotten River and ran into her, they would be really unlucky. Because during the time she was in the Forgotten River, she was in a rage almost every day and would devour any evil spirit she caught.
"Who dares to trespass on the Platform of the Gods?" A sword appeared out of nowhere and blocked Mu Huan's way. The sword was so sharp that it gleamed in the light.
"Ha!" Mu Huan was not afraid. He stretched out his hand and grasped the sword. The sword tip cut Mu Huan's hand. Hot blood flowed and dripped onto the snow-white ground. Suddenly, several gorgeous and tempting Lycoris radiata flowers appeared.
"You, you're from the Ghost Clan!" The little god guarding the God-Slaying Platform was startled, especially after seeing the Manjushage flowers blooming on the ground. But he couldn't move, and couldn't spread the news that outsiders had entered the God Clan.
Mu Huan didn't say anything, but stared at the red spider lilies that suddenly grew on the ground, lost in thought. Ancient texts said that in a pure land like the Gods, it was impossible to cultivate red spider lilies. So what was the situation on the ground now?
Mu Huan had always known that he couldn't bleed easily. Because as soon as blood flowed, the red spider lilies would absorb the blood and bloom all around. However, red spider lilies were dark in nature, so only ghosts could grow them. So why...
Suddenly, a thought struck her, and Mu Huan smiled brightly. She said, how could there be a truly pure, dark-free place in this world? Where there is light, there must be darkness, and even the gods are no exception.
It seems that this race of gods has really grown something that shouldn't exist.
Glancing at the little god trembling in fear beside him, Mu Huan sneered, thinking that the so-called gods were just like this.
"Am I terrible?"
"No, no, no, no, no!" Although the little god was scared, he couldn't help but kept shaking his head.
"Then why are you shaking?" Mu Huan suddenly had an idea and wanted to tease this silly-looking god.
"I, I, I'm scared!" He stopped pretending, he was just scared!
"Didn't you just say you weren't afraid?" Why, are all the gods so inconsistent? Bored, Mu Huan simply passed by the trembling little god and walked straight off the God-Slaying Platform.
The red spider lilies behind him, after absorbing all the blood on the ground, suddenly vanished from the spot. The little god guarding the God-Slaying Platform took advantage of Mu Huan's departure to send a distress signal to the main hall, hoping to capture the demon woman in time.
Mu Huan walked calmly and leisurely. The surroundings were empty, with no one in sight. The God Clan was strangely silent today.
The hall received the distress signal quickly, and soon Mu Huan's location was surrounded. The leader of the group was Xi Ling. Following behind him were several lesser gods. Has the God Clan become so impoverished now? There isn't even a god worth mentioning.
"Mu Huan! How dare you show up!"
Xi Ling drew her sword against Mu Huan. God knows her hatred for him only grew stronger as time went by. Why? How could such a weak person be so valued by Liang Ci? And because of this person, Liang Ci almost broke all his principles.
"Why shouldn't I?"
Mu Huan looked at Xi Ling coldly. This woman was becoming more and more self-righteous. She didn't know where she got the confidence from, to dare to challenge her so blatantly. Did she really think she was stronger than her? That was why she dared to ignore her like this.
"You injured the Lord Judge of the Planes and fled for fear of punishment. All these charges are enough to sentence you to death from the Platform of the Gods. What else can you argue about now?" So, while Liang Ci and the God of War are out on the expedition, let her solve the trouble of Mu Huan with her own hands.
"You're just looking for a pretext to accuse someone! I didn't realize Lord Xi Ling was so shameless. Does he dare to say anything just because he's a god?" Are gods so great? They all return to chaos, or even get knocked off the platform of the gods and fall into the realm of her ghosts.
"Since you said I was a fugitive, then I really am. Now that I'm back, I've really kept Lord Xi Ling waiting for so long."
Xi Ling hadn't expected Mu Huan to be so stubborn and reckless, daring to venture into the God Clan alone. She didn't know whether to praise her for being foolish or clever. But stupid or clever, now that she was in her hands, she had to eliminate her completely.
"Mu Huan, you are Master Liang Ci's apprentice. In fact, you only need to admit your mistake and this matter can be over. There is no need to make a fuss about it today. But why are you so unwilling to listen to advice?"
Xi Ling was "heartbroken", as if Mu Huan was a sinner who refused to listen to advice and did not know how to turn back from the wrong path.
Mu Huan was amused. How could she not have realized that Xi Ling was such a good actor? If she were an outsider who didn't know the situation, she would probably have believed it.
"So, should I thank Master Xi Ling?" Mu Huan took out her scepter. She'd assume this was just the gods trying to antagonize the ghosts. Since Xi Ling loved playing games so much, she'd play along.
Looking at the scepter in Mu Huan's hand, Xi Ling was momentarily stunned. Wasn't this the black scepter that only noble kings could possess? Why was it in Mu Huan's hands now? Xi Ling suddenly became hesitant to act rashly. After all, with the recent strife among the various tribes, fighting between tribes was indeed unsuitable.
"Are you the new Ghost King?"
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