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The golden sword pierced through the air, bringing with it a monstrous amount of true essence.

With a loud rumbling sound, the Skeleton King's eyes began to emit fear.

The skeleton instantly disintegrated into ashes. The Skull King had died just like that. He was too confident in himself, so confident that he could not defend against the sword. Letting the sword touch his body was simply courting death.

"Let's keep walking."

Ling Hao walked in front and headed deeper in.

The crowd behind him all stared at his back which was as white as snow, in a daze.

He was truly like a god, terrifying to such an extent!

The fog in the forest was still roiling, and no one could tell what was inside.

Everyone walked carefully.

"ROAR!" I haven't smelled a human scent in a long time. " That desolate voice echoed in the minds of everyone present.

The black robed man wore a mask on his face and a sword. Black fog surrounded his body. He was riding a black horse. The horse also had an aura of death in its eyes.

"This general has been waiting for a long time. Why haven't you come over yet?"

The black robed man rode on a black horse, his appearance bizarre.

"What is he?" Yang Linglong asked doubtfully.

Ling Hao replied, "These are Demon Spirits. They have been dead for a long time. When this person was alive, he should have been a general of the Demon race."

"Look at the place on his chest where the light is flashing. That is called a demon spirit stone. To a cultivator, that is a hundred times more effective than a top-grade True Sun Pill." The Vermillion Bird Hall Master pointed to the black-robed figure and said.

"It's been so many years. Many humans want our demon spirit stones, but you have to have strength." The black aura on his body was surging violently, causing everyone to be alarmed.

"Attack together!"

The Azure Dragon Elder gave a loud shout, drew his weapon, and was the first to rush forward.

The rest of the people followed suit.

"You bunch of ants, die for me." The roiling black gas seemed to cover the sky and cover the sun as it attacked.

Everyone felt their bodies go cold.

"That's the aura of death! It has been frozen here for tens of thousands of years. Everyone, be careful." Ling Hao said.

"Black dragon, eat them." The man in black sat on the horse as he spoke indifferently.

The black qi that filled the sky turned into a black dragon. Other than Ling Hao, these people were all swallowed by the black dragon.

He had disappeared.

Ling Hao's pupils contracted.

"Where did they go?"

He saw the black dragon return to the black robed man's hands and instantly transform into a cloth bag. The small cloth bag was held in his hand and the black clad man stared at Ling Hao as his hoarse voice transmitted over.

"I sense an ancient aura from you. Do you recognize my clan's Devil Emperor?"

Ling Hao was surprised. In ancient times, Mo Tian and him were of the same generation. In the final stage of the Fiendgod battle, the two sides had become mortal enemies. He never thought that this black-cloaked person would actually be the descendant of Mo Tian.

He didn't want to know about this now. He just wanted to know where he had gone to.

"Release them!"

The black-robed man's voice was hoarse, as if he had not spoken for a long time. Hearing Ling Hao's words, he shook his head.

"I am alive and dying here. All of our clansmen have been trapped here in this Demon Heart from beginning to end. Aside from me, there are also many other people from the demon race who cultivate the Dead Spirit Demon Path."

Ling Hao said, "What do you mean by saying all this to me?"

"What do you think we want now?" The black-robed man's tone was melancholy as he looked up at the black fog in the sky.

"You want to escape from this demon heart jungle?" Ling Hao looked at him and for a split-second, he realized that this black robed figure was lonely, even though his body was shrouded in an aura of death.

"Yes, our clan is known as the devil race. Even when we were alive, we were covered by this forest's black fog, and even after we died, we were still covered by this damned black fog!" I once heard from someone that there's a thing called the sun outside. The light it casts is warm, and it's very different from the cold and gloomy Demon Heart Forest. "

The man in black spoke in a pleasant voice, as if he was talking to himself.

"Young man, take my clan out of this damned place, and I'll let your companions go."

Listening to his words, Ling Hao thought for a moment before saying, "We came here for the Demon Soul. It's not good to leave empty-handed."

The black-cloaked person was alarmed and angry as he laughed loudly.

After a moment, he continued, "You really are a strange person. Just now, I saw you expending all your strength to kill the Skeleton King for the sake of your comrades. It can be seen that they are all important people to you, but you seem to be asking for too much."

"No, it's only your request that makes you desperate. I believe you understand what I mean." Ling Hao glanced at him and said indifferently.