Rules of the Xuantian Holy Land and the Black Devil Grass

"Ugh!"

Upon leaving the Mogui Hall, many newcomers hurriedly fled the mountain where the hall was located. They arrived at a quiet place, bending over to vomit. Whether male or female, their expressions were pale and bloodless, still trapped in the nightmare of the Mogui Hall.

"It seems that this sanctuary is not a good place!"

Lu Ze's complexion was somewhat pale, but not as miserable as those people. After leaving the Mogui Hall, he gradually recovered his usual color. The visit of the Xuantian Holy Land's newcomers to the Mogui Hall was undoubtedly a punishment for those with malicious intentions. Disciples from all corners of the world naturally attracted some scheming individuals.

The Mogui Hall was obviously established for such people!

However, all of this had nothing to do with Lu Ze. He was not a spy sent by any other force; he came to the Xuantian Holy Land to cultivate properly, fearing nothing.

Subsequently, Lu Ze looked through the manual in his hands.