There were monsters in the fog trying to find food, but they found the tower was empty. There was no one, not even a hair, left.
A group of man-eating birds gathered here: "???"
After dodging the attack easily, the ghost cultivator breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but examine the group of people. "What are your origins?"
Field.
Even in the ghost world, there are few domains.
Maybe... maybe I can follow them out.
The ghost cultivators are also quite powerful, they are in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. It can be said that those who can survive to the eighteenth level are all masters among masters.
But even the experts can't stand up to those who don't play by the rules. They kick people in sensitive parts right from the start. Who the hell can fight with them?
"That's it." The ghost cultivator silently watched the scene outside, "The fog here will kill people without any pattern. After the fog disappears, many monsters and ghosts that have never been seen will appear."
He smiled bitterly: "The treasures on the first ten floors are simply luring us down step by step into the abyss."
As a result, he was still feeling sad about the passing of time, when he turned around and found that this group of monks were already crying with envy.
But they haven’t even seen the treasures on the first ten floors.
It's already hell mode from the start.
Ming Xuan said in a gloomy tone, "Mu Chongxi and the others should be eating, drinking and having fun in the ghost world right now, right?"
In any case, not entering the tower is definitely the best option.
"Yes." Su Zhuo said in a gloomy tone: "At least, fools have their own happiness. They won't be thrown to the bottom of the eighteenth floor of the tower like us because we peed on the ghost king's territory."
When this was mentioned, the group of people gave the culprit Ming Xuan a death stare.
Mingxuan said nothing out of guilt.
Ye Qiao looked at the legendary eighteenth-floor Ghost King Tower. There was black fog and various monsters appeared and disappeared. After entering the Ghost King Tower, he only needed the strongest sword cultivator. It looked like he was raising a Gu.
She patted the little boy's head thoughtfully. When Xiaoqi tilted his head to look at her in confusion, Ye Qiao blinked, smiled slightly, and said in a light tone: "Xiaoqi, do you want to be the ghost king?"
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