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Si Tong gnashed his teeth, his raging anger instantly burning half of the palace. He yelled hysterically, "How could I forget him! That damned ghost! Sooner or later I will beat him to pieces and turn him into ashes! If it weren't for him, how could Master be harmed like this by Bei Ming!"

Speaking of which, Bei Ming is also a weirdo. If he hadn't given his cold spiritual root to that abominable ghost, Master wouldn't have been suppressed to this extent in that earth-shattering battle, and wouldn't have had his spiritual root extracted by that villain!

That damn ghost has a feminine spiritual root, and the master could have controlled him completely.

However, Bei Ming's cold spiritual roots are specifically used to restrain the master. With Bei Ming's cold spiritual roots, that damn ghost is like a tiger with wings, its strength is greatly increased, and it becomes more unscrupulous!

The woman next to him said hurriedly, "It was that man who came over and cut off Master's nutrition supply this time. We certainly can't let him go! Master, I think I should do this myself. Those good-for-nothings will only ruin Master's good deeds if they go."

The realm of God was burned black because of Sitong's anger, but Sitong just waved his hand, and the charred land instantly returned to its original appearance, as if the previous destruction had never happened.

He nodded slowly, his face full of fatigue and helplessness: "Alas, Yuji, you are the only one left by my side."

Yu Ji said slowly, her voice as gentle as water: "What are you talking about, Master? If it weren't for you, I would have long since become a prostitute who was bullied and slept with by everyone. It was you who brought me back to the mansion and gave me the opportunity to practice, which led to my current status. Yu Ji's life belongs to the Master, and I am willing to go through fire and water for you, and die for you."

Sitong held Yuji's hand and patted the back of her hand gently, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes: "Let's not talk about the past. Wait until Master wakes up and let him preside over our wedding, okay?"

Yu Ji's face turned slightly red, and she looked like a shy girl. She nodded slowly, and her determined eyes showed that she was even more devoted to Si Tong.

But after Yu Ji left the hall, Si Tong's face instantly returned to indifference. After a cold snort, he hurried to connect the nutrition supply channel to Zhuo Erqun.

The cardiac tumors surrounding the main hall were built at the cost of countless lives, as well as countless natural treasures, as well as the yang energy and fresh blood they obtained from the church.

Recovery was not complicated. The blood demon had been killed, and the blood activated the cardiac tumors. The blood vessels began to grow wildly like tree roots.

It's just that the blood vessels that had been severed previously caused the corpse to lose too much blood supply, and it was so weak that it had difficulty absorbing fresh blood, and it could only be slowly recuperated.

Fortunately, the disconnection time was not long, otherwise everything would have to start all over again.

After all the blood vessels were connected, Sitong cast a spell to inject a lot of spiritual energy into Zhuo Erqun's body. He only stopped when he felt his dantian was exhausted.

Zhuo Erqun's soul finally uttered a difficult groan. Sitong anxiously stepped forward and bowed to him respectfully: "Master! You are finally awake!"

Zhuo Erqun said in a hoarse voice: "Sitong, thank you for your hard work! If you had come back a little later, I might not have been able to hold on."

Si Tong was furious and asked, "Master, is that Jing Lin?"

Zhuo Erqun chuckled, "Besides him, who else can hate me so much? But don't worry, he can't kill me for the time being. He and Bei Ming are a dead end. If he wants to kill me, he must have Bei Ming's cold spiritual root. If Bei Ming wants to live, he must have my fire spiritual root. If he kills me, Bei Ming will die. If he returns the spiritual root to Bei Ming, then he can't kill me. Disciple! Even the Heavenly Dao is on the side of the Master. Do you think I should thank him?"

Channel Four: "Old Tiandao has been missing for thousands of years! No one knows where he went!"

Zhuo Erqun said: "He may have fallen, and the gods he created have not returned. It doesn't matter, we will make all preparations and ascend to the throne of the ruler of the Three Realms when the time comes! Since the gods of heaven have not returned, don't blame us for taking their place!"

Zhuo Erqun laughed wildly as he spoke: "Humans! It's easy to be soft-hearted! If you don't make a decision when you should, you will suffer the consequences! Disciple, you must not be like this in the future. Even if it's your master, you still have to kill him!"

Sitong knelt down in front of Zhuo Erqun with a puff of his fist, and expressed his loyalty devoutly, "No! I am willing to go through fire and water for you in this lifetime! Without you, there is no point in living!"

Zhuo Erqun sighed, "What a good disciple of mine! Hmm? Where is your Yuji?"

Si Tong replied: "I asked her to deal with Jing Lin's reincarnation. When the time comes, I will bring Jing Lin's head back to you to vent your anger!"

Zhuo Erqun hummed slowly: "Yu Ji's formation is well done. If she hadn't been here all this time, we might have been out of hiding."

Si Tong chuckled: "Isn't it her duty to respect you? Yu Ji is mine, you don't have to be grateful to her."

Zhuo Erqun didn't say anything more. The whole main hall was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was mixed with a bit of the stench of the blood demon.

The blood demon is an evil creature that has never seen the light of day. The blood in its body is extremely poisonous. The drow raised with the blood demon's blood are even more evil to the core.

He has always longed to reappear in front of the world. By then, the world will become a purgatory, and he will make everyone tremble and surrender at his feet.

But now he was trapped here, and he could do nothing except being furious.

Fortunately, he had painted a lot of rosy pictures for his disciples and people around him in the past, describing countless bright futures. These pictures made them completely loyal to him and never betrayed him.

After all, these people crawled out from the deepest part of hell. If they betrayed him, their fate would be to return to the deepest part of hell, without even the relief of being reduced to ashes.

The ghost village at this time was filled with a bustling scene. Just as Huo Yancheng expected, Fan Wujiu not only expanded the barrier, but also brought in a group of servant ghosts.

These servant ghosts are the ghost cultivators who have committed many evil deeds in every corner of H City. They are not afraid of being reduced to ashes, nor do they want to be reincarnated, so they lurk in every corner of H City and do evil.

There were several evil ghosts who were responsible for several human lives. Fan Wujiu did not let them enter the ghost village, fearing that their entry would cause panic among the ghost people, so he simply dispersed them.

He had thought about either destroying their cultivation or turning them into ashes.

If their cultivation is destroyed, they will have nowhere to go and will just continue to wander in the world of the living. Hell is in such a mess now that it is not certain that they can be locked up even if they are sent back.

Since they did not cherish the hard-earned opportunity, Fan Wujiu could only kill them and send them back to the Novice Village.

Ghosts become ghosts after death. In that dark place, they can only upgrade slowly by absorbing certain auras.

When Han Muqing saw these hundreds of ghost servants, he was overjoyed. He was short of manpower at the time, so he immediately gave them coded tags and sent them to Hualing Mountain Project No. 0 to clear weeds and trees.

The first 3D city in the ghost world will be completed under their witness.

Han Muqing was directing from the side, his expression serious and focused: "Hurry up, if anyone slacks off, don't blame me for being rude!"

Although the ghost servants were dissatisfied, they did not dare to disobey and had to work hard.

The sunlight shining on the ghost village forms a sharp contrast with the busy scene.

In the distance, Huo Yancheng watched all this quietly, thinking about the various possibilities of the future.

As time went on, the cleanup work progressed more and more smoothly, and the area that was originally overgrown with weeds and messy trees gradually became open.

A gratified smile also appeared on Han Muqing's face, as if he saw the prototype of the three-dimensional city that was about to rise.

However, what they don't know is that behind this seemingly calm situation, there are countless crises and challenges hidden.

A woman in a tattered red gauze dress collapsed outside the gate of the ghost village, and she was barely breathing as she shouted, "Help, help...quickly...save me!"