I am darkness, I will suppress all enemies

"Are you sure what you said is true?"

Lin Zhixin looked at Luo Beian with suspicion. You know, in the barren land, due to the lack of spiritual energy, the strength of the cultivators is greatly reduced.

It is already quite difficult for a person at the same realm to defeat a ghost that has the home advantage, let alone defeat the opponent by crossing two small realms.

Seeing the three people's suspicious eyes, Luo Beian also understood what they were thinking, so he continued to speak.

"My name is Luo Beian, I major in swordsmanship, and I'm at the initial stage of the Saint Realm. Brother Ye doesn't like to talk, so I'll introduce him to you."

"Brother Ye's name is Ye Wu Kuang, he is at the initial stage of the Saint Realm, and his main cultivation method is, uh, Brother Ye's main cultivation method seems to be the Yin-Cold Element Cultivation Method, so he can be unaffected by anything in the barren land."

The three of them gasped when they heard this.

Lin Zhixin looked at Ye Wukuang who was flipping through a book with an incredulous look and said:

"He is Ye Wukuang, who is known as the Saint Realm Killer in the outside world and who killed a thousand Saint Realm Peak monks in one day in the East Continent?"

Zhou Feng also had an incredible look on his face. He looked at Ye Wu Kuang and then said:

"Brother Ye is well-known in the outside world. Now I see that his reputation is well-deserved. I admire him."

Wu Keke looked at Ye Wukuang with her beautiful eyes. She was wearing a light yellow dress and her thin body slowly moved towards Ye Wukuang.

Ye Wu Kuang continued reading, ignoring the conversation between the others.

Seeing Ye Wukuang's attitude, the three people who now knew his identity thought it was normal.

After all, it is normal for him to be arrogant and look down on others after killing so many high-level people of the same realm with his initial level of cultivation.

No one among them could possibly achieve a record like Ye Wukuang's.

Even for Lin Zhixin, the top three disciples of the Mu Ling Sect, it was extremely difficult for her to defeat a Saint Realm High Level cultivator at the Saint Realm Low Level. Not to mention killing cultivators of the same level in succession, that was simply unthinkable.

Of course, they still felt that the record rumored by the outside world was somewhat exaggerated.

Lin Zhixin came back to her senses and sighed, "According to what you said, Daoist Ye's invincible Saint Realm cultivation is indeed a great fighting force. Unfortunately, we are now in a ghost town, and the Ghost King is a terrifying existence at least in the Immortal Mortal Realm."

"If you don't have some special magic weapons, then the five of us will be in danger tomorrow..."

After hearing Lin Zhixin's words, everyone felt a little pessimistic.

"Maybe the Ghost King really invited us to his wedding? After all, he didn't make a move right away, right?" At this time, Zhou Feng said with a fake smile.

After hearing Zhou Feng's words, even Wu Keke, who looked the most fragile, shook her head.

Lin Zhixin sneered and said, "Haha, the flesh and blood of human cultivators are holy medicine for ghosts to cultivate. Do you think the ghosts in this city will let us go?"

After saying this, everyone fell silent again.

Lin Zhixin looked up at the dilapidated black attic not far away, but still didn't go over. She turned around and found a quiet place to sit cross-legged with her eyes closed, meditating, and said bitterly in her heart

"Relying on them will only hinder me. I must absorb spiritual energy as quickly as possible during the last moments. I must adjust my condition to its peak. Only in this way can I cope with the war that may occur tomorrow."

Seeing this, Zhou Feng also turned around and found a place to sit cross-legged with his eyes closed in meditation. He was not very nervous.

"As an alchemist, ghosts shouldn't kill me. After all, I am much more useful than these monks who can only use brute force."

Seeing the two of them like this, Wu Keke looked in Lin Zhixin's direction, then looked at Ye Wukuang who was reading a book.

Then he slowly moved his feet towards Ye Wu Kuang's position.

However, after taking a few steps, he found a transparent wall appeared in front of him, blocking his way. Seeing this, Wu Keke looked at Ye Wukuang with some resentment, knowing that Ye Wukuang didn't want her to get close.

She then walked towards Lin Zhixin in another direction, and when she reached Lin Zhixin, she also sat cross-legged with her eyes closed and regulating her breathing.

"Brother Ye, according to what Fairy Lin said, aren't we finished tomorrow?" Luo Beian sensed the pessimism of the three people, looked at Ye Wu Kuang with some fear and said

“Don’t be afraid. Leave what happens tomorrow to tomorrow’s self. Just take a good rest today.” Ye Wukuang’s calm voice came.

When Luo Beian heard Ye Wukuang's words and saw that Ye Wukuang was indeed not nervous at all, he was influenced by him and his mood gradually calmed down.

Then he sat cross-legged on a chair, racing against time to absorb the thin spiritual energy in this space...

In this space with only a dilapidated attic, there is no feeling of the passage of time and no sunshine.

And time passed quietly in the strange atmosphere among these five people...

Soon, with the appearance of space fluctuations, Lin Zhixin, the other two and Luo Beian slowly opened their eyes.

I saw the hot female ghost Ya Lan, still wearing transparent gauze, appear in the space where several people were.

After she appeared, she was shocked by the gorgeous white jade table and chairs where Ye Wukuang and Luo Beian were sitting.

But as the Ghost King's personal maid, she quickly calmed down.

"Dear guests, the wedding has begun. The Ghost King has reserved chairs for several guests. Please come forward." After saying that, Ya Lan stood aside as usual, waiting quietly.

Hearing Ya Lan's words, several people's hearts suddenly rose to their throats. Luo Beian stood up, breathing a little heavily, and looked at Ye Wu Kuang.

Ye Wu Kuang slowly put away the strange book he had been reading all night. Then he stood up, lightly flicked his finger, and with a flick of light, he put away the table and chairs carved from white jade.

Then he walked towards the black light curtain. Seeing this, Luo Beian hurriedly followed him. After the two of them came into contact with the black light curtain, their figures flashed and disappeared...

When the light slowly disappeared from their sight, Ye Wukuang and the other man appeared on a cliff.

At this moment, below the cliff in front of the two people, there was actually a huge arena, which was big enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people standing at the same time!

What was even more shocking was that such a huge arena was surrounded by hundreds of spectator stands! The terrifying thing was that all the stands were filled with ghosts!

There were so many ghosts that it was impossible to count them. After seeing this scene, Luo Beian felt dry mouth and his teeth were chattering.

"Hehe, hehe" Just then, the ghost king's terrifying strange laughter was heard.

"So you two are the first to show up. In that case, please come and sit next to me." As soon as he finished speaking, a black mist swept up the two of them, and soon they appeared on the stand where the Ghost King was.

The ghost king was in a carefully built open-air stand, which was large enough to accommodate dozens of people, and they could see the entire arena below at a glance.

At this moment, next to the Ghost King sitting in the main seat is not only the beautiful girl with white hair and red eyes wearing a black dress.

On the other side, there was a dark blue, scary-looking old ghost.