The poetic ghost has received help from the immortals and is now ranked in the top three realms. In the eyes of everyone, it is already an invincible existence.

Princess Taiping looked at the seriously injured Shangguan Wan'er. Shangguan Wan'er shook her head. Obviously, she was in despair.

The artistic conception of the poetic ghost has spread out, and the few people who escaped, their bodies began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye, which scared everyone to move.

"Who can stop me?"

Lu Xuanji put his hands behind his back, looked around and asked calmly.

"I heard that a great person came to Haoran Academy. He even killed several masters of the Ghost Palace and the Qidoumi Cult. Even the White Bone Real Person might be killed by him. If he is present, he can try to stand up and see if he can stop me."

No one can stop the poetic ghost,

Lu Daru shook his head and smiled bitterly. He helped Dean Song up and prepared to fight to the death.

The scene was in a dead silence, and only the poetic ghost stood proudly in the sky.

His artistic conception was like a dark cloud covering the top of the heads of everyone.

And just then,

He looked at Princess Pingyang Wu Lanshan.

"Little girl, when you heard this, you seemed to be trembling. Do you know who that person is?"

The dark cloud-like artistic conception slowly presses down,

Wu Lanshan covered her mouth, fear appeared in her eyes, but she refused to speak out.

Although Wu Lanshan has always been very cowardly, she knew that she had been exposed. The wizard of Shigui would definitely not be able to deal with such a terrible mage. She would never let the mage be exposed in any case.

However, at this moment, she saw a familiar figure standing up on the south side of the canal.

Shen Budu had completely refined the hundred rays of Haoran Qi into his own spiritual energy.
Chapter completed!