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"Boom..."

With a dull roar, a huge black shadow rose from the muddy ground.

A ferocious creature floated in the air, opening its mouth to reveal a mouthful of white fangs. The most eye-catching thing was the bloody evil horn on its forehead.

The whole body was covered with mottled black scales, and countless cracks were dark red, like a spider web all over the body.

Especially the huge head had two fist-sized evil eyeballs, which were spinning around.

"This is a seventh-level horned beast, everyone be careful..."

Qiu Rui roared, and his figure instantly retreated several feet, then waved his hand and sacrificed a palm-sized ghost flag.

"Buzz..."

The ghost flag gradually grew in the wind, turning into a size of dozens of feet, fluttering in the wind, and the dark black ghost smoke filled the air, and instantly condensed into a huge ghost shadow blocking in front of him.

This ghost figure has a sunken and fierce face, a pair of dark eyes without whites, and a face that is expressionless, but the corners of his mouth seem to have a weird smile.

Dense shadows dance wildly around it, like ghosts, giving people a gloomy and terrifying feeling.

The gloomy and ferocious ghost figure, facing the netherworld creature Horned Beast, has no fear at all, and keeps making harsh hisses.

"This is the Ghost Emperor..."

Su Fan stood not far behind Qiu Rui, looking at the ferocious and terrifying Ghost Emperor sacrificed by the other party, and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

The Ghost Emperor is indeed majestic, and the two Ghost Kings who follow him don't know when they can break through the Ghost Emperor.

Sister Zhen doesn't need to think about it, that girl is in trouble in this life, but Yaksha still has a chance if he tries hard.

At this time, Qiu Rui's Ghost Emperor has already fought with the netherworld creature Horned Beast.

After a difficult trek through the muddy Netherworld for several days, Su Fan and his team members began to encounter various crises.

Especially the various Netherworld creatures hidden underground, which would always suddenly emerge from the ground to attack you.

It must be said that Netherworld creatures are particularly good at hiding their breath.

Even Su Fan, although he could sense the approaching crisis, could not sense their breath.

Most of these Netherworld creatures are level seven, and occasionally an eight-level creature would appear.

Fortunately, several old monsters in the team's Refining Void Realm can always come out in time to minimize the threat of the eighth-level Netherworld creatures.

However, in Su Fan's view, the eighth-level Netherworld creatures are just that.

At this time, the other members of the team also began to take action, and soon killed the seventh-level horned beast on the spot.

Su Fan did not take action, he just stood in the distance and watched silently.

In his heart, he was constantly judging the combat effectiveness of the Netherworld creatures and other teammates.

Many of these latter five-rank cultivators are from various small worlds, that is, some of them are from various medium worlds.

So it is difficult to judge the true strength of the cultivators in the medium world by observing their fighting process.

Su Fan did not take action since entering the Netherworld.

Because the crises faced by the team are quite dangerous for others, but in his opinion, they are not threats at all.

He is a man who has fought his way out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses, and he has seen all kinds of crises.

But the other members of the team don’t think so, and some teammates are already a little fed up with him.

Su Fan also felt the dissatisfaction of some people, but he didn’t say anything, and always hid behind others to fish in the water.

After the crisis was resolved, he followed the rest of the team and trudged forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The team encounters situations like the one just now several times a day, so everyone has long been accustomed to it, so no one cares.

Some people even became a little lazy and thought that the Netherworld was just that.

"Daoyou, why don't you ever make a move..."

At this time, Su Fan found that Qiu Rui had come to his side without knowing when.

He smiled and said, "I am weak, so there is no need to show off..."

Qiu Rui laughed, obviously not believing Su Fan's words, his sensing ability has never been wrong.

Now the team members not only have complaints about Su Fan, but also have a little dissatisfaction with him, after all, it was he who recruited this guy into the team

"Do you think that such a weak netherworld creature is too weak for you to make a move..."

Su Fan waved his hand quickly, what a joke.

"Daoyou, you can't say that, I am weak, and I rely on everyone's help..."

Qiu Rui smiled, then patted Su Fan on the shoulder.

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"Daoyou, even if you are extremely powerful, you have to show off a little..."

Su Fan understood the meaning of Qiu Rui's words, which was nothing more than asking him to show his strength from time to time to avoid some people in the team saying strange things.

He knew Qiu Rui had good intentions, but he had no intention of attacking.

There were too many people with ulterior motives in this world, and now that his identity was sensitive, if he attacked, he might accidentally reveal his whereabouts.

And he would have to leave this team sooner or later, and he didn't want anyone to see where he was.

Su Fan followed the team and trudged until night, then stopped to rest and camp.

The most dangerous time in the Netherworld was at night, so the team would stop to rest at night.

In such a harsh environment, of course, they would not set up tents. All members of the team would stay in their own portable secret realms.

Of course, there would always be a few members left to keep watch, so as not to catch everyone off guard when the crisis came.

These days, the monks on duty in the team were on duty in rotation, but Su Fan was on night duty every day.

He also knew that he had been slacking off every day, which had caused dissatisfaction among some people in the team, so he would not complain.

Su Fan took out a wooden platform, then sat cross-legged on it, and cast a spell to prop up an aura shield to block the dense insects floating outside.

This wooden platform was made by Sister Zhen temporarily, and four long wooden stakes could be inserted into the muddy rotten soil.

He and several other monks on night duty in the team were distributed around the team camp.

Su Fan took out a bottle of spiritual wine and a few plates of cooked spiritual vegetables from his ring, and sat cross-legged on the wooden platform alone to drink.

In the night of the Netherworld, you can't see your hand in front of you. It's pitch black everywhere, and the visibility is only one or two meters away. If you don't activate your spiritual sense, you can't see the surrounding situation clearly.

At this time, Yaksha turned into a group of ghost smoke and appeared from the Juyin Secret Realm. It placed the oil lamp magic weapon next to Su Fan.

"Master, Wang Lao wants to come out and sit..."

Su Fan nodded, then glanced at the oil lamp.

"Senior, why did you want to come out today..."

"Nothing, I just wanted to come out for some fresh air..."

After the evil Buddha Wang De finished speaking, he looked at the dark night around him and couldn't help but sighed.