"Huh?"
"Did they give up so easily?"
Xu Yang, holding the Jiao-slaying Sword, stood outside the gate of Wangwu Ghost Market. Seeing that the Netherworld Demons no longer "chased" him, he immediately took out the altar of ritual, sat down cross-legged, and laid down a nine-fold formation around him, laughing, "Since you all stopped attacking, I will cultivate here."
The voice of the Lady Demon, ethereal and clear, came to him. She sneered, "Where you cultivate is your own business... But after I recover my powers, you will be the first to die!"
Xu Yang believed that in terms of talking, he was no weaker than anyone in his life.
He opened the system attribute panel, his consciousness gently touching the small "+" symbol next to the "Wulei Rules."
"Ding!"
"Merit Points -1,000,000."
"Wulei Rules +1."
In his mind, the system prompt sounded.
