Lin Tianyou had already guessed that the master swordsmith would not really eliminate Pan Xiangting in the end.

Even though the master swordsmith looks mentally determined,

In fact, he is also a kind-hearted person.

One hundred percent will let Pan Xiangting go in the end.

But Lin Tianyou knew about people like Pan Xiangting.

As long as he is immortal, he will come back if he gets another chance.

Although Lin Tianyou will not be afraid even if the opponent comes back, he hates trouble.

Originally, he already had a lot to do when he entered the Holy Land.

We need to find people, and we need to find Godhead.

If someone is still looking for trouble halfway, Lin Tianyou will feel very unhappy.

In order to avoid the occurrence of this kind of discomfort, the best way is to eliminate the source and put an end to the trouble.

Seeing Pan Xiangting's soul gone, Lin Tianyou turned and left.

He believed that this was the best approach, as it would not alienate the swordsmith from him, nor make the swordsmith feel uncomfortable.

Back at the wooden house, the young master finally woke up. He looked at Lin Tianyou with sleepy eyes, "I had a nightmare just now!"

"What nightmare?"

Lin Tianyou asked casually.

"I dreamed about thunder and earthquake. It was so scary."

The young master said insecurely.

"I'm telling you, this is not a dream, it's a fact that has already happened."

Lin Tianyou glanced at this heartless guy. He had fought so loudly with the Half-Step Ghost King before, but it was strange that this kid could still sleep.

"What?"

The young master was startled. He opened the door and found that the environment on the top of the mountain had changed drastically, as if he had been violently attacked by a huge power.

"Hey, what's happening here?"

The young master looked at Pan Zaodao and asked.

"The young master is the young master. We are fighting to the death outside, but it's better for you to sleep like a dead pig!"

Pan Zaodao mocked.

"You are looking for death. If this young master asks you something, you should answer it immediately!"

The young master did not dare to be presumptuous in front of Lin Tianyou, but he was not at all rude in front of Pan Zaodao.

"Tell him, don't offend him."

The swordsmith reminded him.

Pan Zaodao could only agree.

He briefly told the story of the Half-Step Ghost King, and it didn't take long.

When the young master heard this, his expression suddenly changed.

He rushed back to the cabin and said eagerly to Lin Tianyou:

"Master Dragon Emperor, is it true that ghosts can enter the Holy Land?"

Lin Tianyou nodded, "Yes, it's true."

The young master said:

"Then we have to leave here quickly. Although I am just a bastard, I also know some things about the upper underworld.

Once upon a time, there were warriors from the Pangu tribe in the Holy Land who ran out of life, and ghosts from the upper underworld came to capture their souls.

But we are protected by the First Generation True, and of course we are not willing to let the ghosts of the upper underworld take away the souls of our people.

Because of this incident, there was a bad conflict between the Pangu world and the upper underworld.

They cannot easily enter the Holy Land again, but once they do, it will be terrible. They will definitely take revenge on our Pangu people.

Now that they have ghosts coming over, this place will become the transmission point for the upper underworld to enter the Holy Land. If nothing else, their follow-up troops will come over. If we don't leave, we will be in trouble!"

The young master looked very frightened.

Obviously, he has a deep fear of the ghosts in the underworld.

"You mean, this will become the transmission point for the upper underworld?"

Lin Tianyou frowned.

"Yes, let's leave quickly. They will be here tomorrow morning at the latest."

The young master had already packed up his belongings in a panic and planned to run away.

Lin Tianyou opened the door, came outside, and said to the two men who were making swords for him:

"Master, you and Zaodao pack up your things, we are leaving here."

"The stove has just been heated up. If we leave now, it will be a waste of all our hard work. It is not cost-effective."

Pan Zaodao said.

"The ghost clan is coming. If we kill their half-step ghost king, they will definitely think of ways to take revenge. Now I don't want to have too many conflicts with them."

Lin Tianyou explained.

From the beginning, he had no intention of becoming an enemy of the upper underworld, but wanted to find the Nether Ghost Lord of the upper underworld, hoping that the other party could join forces with him to deal with the Lord of Heaven.

If you continue to stay, not only will the death of the half-step ghost king be unable to be explained, but it will also cause greater conflicts.

What's more, Lin Tianyou doesn't know what level the ghost tribe is coming next, and he doesn't have a sword in his hand, so it will be somewhat troublesome.

"Make a knife, turn off the flames and leave. The ghosts are coming and we will all be finished!"

The master swordsmith already understood the danger involved, and without any nonsense, he took his apprentice and extinguished the fire in the furnace.

Pan Zao Dao carried the stove on his back, while the sword master carried his granddaughter on his back, taking Lin Tianyou and the young master to hide in the mountains and forests.

As for Cunzi, they no longer have time to take care of it.

The master swordsmith only cares about whether his granddaughter can cure the cold poison. The life and death of the village has nothing to do with him.

Pan Zaodao's parents happened to have left the village, so they didn't pay too much attention, so the four of them left the top of the mountain under the cover of night.

About half an hour after they left, a gloomy dark cloud appeared in the sky and twisted.

Two white shadows jumped out of the twisted space.

One of them holds a chain and the other holds a sickle, looking eerie and strange.

"It seems correct, the half-step ghost king advancement failed."

The sickle man glanced around and said softly.

"It's not that the advancement failed, but that someone's soul was destroyed. There is the aura of other people here."

The chained man said expressionlessly.

"It should have been done by the Pangu warriors in the Holy Land, right?

Should we warn the ghost masters who are preparing to launch a large-scale attack on the Holy Land?"

The sickle man looked at his companion.

It seems that the companions are the ones who can speak and make the decisions.

"No need, the Ghost Emperor said that although attacking the Holy Land is an order from the Netherworld Ghost Lord, we don't need to specifically help them feed back information. This is also a test of their strength."

The man in chains replied.

"Okay, in that case, let's finish our work.

The Half-Step Ghost King failed to advance to the level of Ghost King. In the end, his ranking in the underworld remained unchanged, and because of his demise, his ranking was vacated."

The man with the sickle shook the sickle in his hand, and the sword turned into a writing brush.

He wrote down the ranking status in a notebook.

I saw that the original ranking of Half-Step Ghost King was only one hundred and seventy.

He picked up Mao Xiao, crossed out the ranking of Half-Step Ghost King's one hundred and seventy, and marked it again next to it. On a certain month and year, on a remote hill in the Holy Land, Half-Step Ghost King was defeated by someone.

After finishing writing, he looked back at the chained man, "Can you find out the person who defeated the Half-Step Ghost King?

After all, we can’t use ‘someone’ instead of ‘someone’ in our list of ghost kings of the underworld, right? This will make others think we are unprofessional.”
Chapter completed!