Geng Hong held the life plates of seven Immortal Cultivators. As long as these seven dared to harbor ill intentions, he would crush the plates, and they would die.
Luo Xiaoxiao held the divine lamp, its light still brilliant.
As long as the lamp's light remained, the power of the Nirvana Fire couldn't be manifested.
A small black ghost slowly crawled out along Geng Hong's chest.
Geng Hong frowned slightly, instinctively swatting the pitch-black little ghost away.
Unexpectedly, this little ghost had hidden so deeply on him, he never noticed.
The black ghost, about the size of a palm, had an especially large mouth and shouted loudly, "I stole it."
As the voice of the black ghost fell.
The seven Immortal Cultivators simultaneously rushed toward Geng Hong's direction.
Their speed was exceptionally fast, even Mo Lin almost didn't react in time.
The Fox Spirit charged at the forefront, directly attacking Geng Hong.
