The retreat of the ghost cultivators (1)

The sect master was also troubled by this matter. Half a month had passed. Although the tyrant's blade sect appeared to be extremely calm, the sect master knew that it was just the calm before the storm. The tyrant's blade sect had never been so aggrieved before. If he couldn't get the people in the sect to vent this anger as soon as possible, the entire tyrant's blade sect would be burned down.

However, the problem now was that if they couldn't deal with the formation, they would have to engage in an extremely bitter tug-of-war with the ghost cultivators. At that time, the tyrant's blade school's losses would be even greater.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the heaven slaying Palace, " "Sect master, elder Zhen and Zhao Hai are here to see you."