"That's it." Witch God Xuying said: "But since you have passed the twelfth level, I can't let you come here in vain. So, let me give you a little gift."

"Oh?" Guan Heng blinked and asked, "Little gift? What is that?"

"The strange beast on the back of your hand should be your trump card against ghosts and undead." The Witch God Phantom said: "Anyway, my shadow has been through countless years and is about to disappear, so I might as well do it for you.

Let’s add a little bit of ability to this strange beast.”

"I am a phantom of the true body of the Witch God, and also a fragmented soul that he stripped off." The phantom of the Witch God said slowly: "If I return to the fragmented soul and turn into pure power and merge into your strange beast,

It can give it some other abilities, but I don’t know what the specific abilities are, so it depends on how far your alien beast can evolve."

"Then you are going to disappear?" Guan Heng frowned and wanted to say something else, but the shadow of the Witch God said: "I have been waiting for this twelfth level for too long. If I can awaken the Witch God's body for you,

With one effort, everything is worth it.”

At this point, the phantom of the Witch God suddenly became transparent, followed by a banging sound, and turned into bits of strange starlight, rushing into the back of Guan Heng's hand, and only the three evil-destroying eyes of the ghost-swallowing beast could be seen.

It suddenly opened and closed, and then a lot of green and black scales were added to the body of the ghost-swallowing beast, making it look particularly majestic.

Suddenly, Guan Heng suddenly summoned the phantom of a ghost-swallowing beast. The phantom sprang out with a roar, but then scurried around in an instant. Guan Heng's eyes suddenly narrowed: "Huh? It's faster than before.

It’s more than doubled, which is not a small improvement, but I believe it’s more than just this little added ability, so I’ll slowly explore it in the future.”

"Now, we can finally leave." Looking around, Guan Heng found the teleportation array that allowed him to return to the secret cave in the mountain behind the Wu Clan's stronghold, and walked over.

A moment later, the stone chamber in the secret cave in the back mountain of the Wu clan. "Hi, five elders." Guan Heng walked out of the teleportation array and greeted the five old men with a smile: "I'm back."

"Ah ha, Guan Heng, you are back." The elder rubbed his hands and said with a strange smile: "Tell me, how many levels have you passed?"

"I passed all twelve levels." Guan Heng hugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "It's not difficult at all."

"Hey!" The elder was so happy that he jumped three feet high. He laughed wildly and shouted to the other four old men: "I won, take out all your bets!"

"What bad luck! I didn't expect this kid Guan Heng to be so good at fighting." The four elders cried sadly and with tears in their eyes sent their treasures to the first elder: "I'm willing to admit defeat, boss, take it."

"You've gotten rich, I'm not polite." The great elder packed all these things and carried them in his hands. At this time, Guan Hengsuan finally understood: "You actually let me bet?!"

"Old man, please explain it clearly to me!" Guan Heng was so angry that he grabbed the collar of the great elder's robe and said, "This young master is fighting life and death in the phantom formation of the Wu clan, but you are so lucky that you actually beat me up.

Here comes the bet, it’s simply unreasonable!”

"Bye bye, I have something to say." The great elder won Panmanboman, so naturally he didn't want to fall out with Guan Heng, otherwise the bet would be void. He rolled his eyes and said with a smile on his face: "Well, the inheritor

Sir, it's our fault to make a bet with you without authorization. Let's do this. I will make it up to you. What do you think? Don't hurt your harmony."

"Humph, make it up to me?" Guan Heng said angrily: "What can you give me? Look at the shabby appearance of you elders, you look poorer than Johnny."

"Hey, Guan Heng." The great elder suddenly felt unhappy when he heard such taunting and contemptuous words: "Don't look down on people. Let me tell you, although I am not as rich as the country, but my dear, I still have something.

Something like that.”

"There is no basis for what you say, but you should show it to me." Guan Heng curled his lips and said, "Who can't boast a few words?"

"Huh, let me show you." The elder took out a pair of dark blue armor from the Wu clan's unique metal storage card and placed it in front of everyone. "Did you see it?" the elder said proudly.

Said: "This is the martial soul armor passed down by my family."

"Dang, dang, dang." Guan Heng tapped the shell of the armor with his fingers and said disdainfully: "What's so great about a piece of black and broken armor? If you throw it into the garbage, no one will pick it up and take it home."

"You really don't know the treasures. It's just a waste of your good eyes."

The great elder was so angry that he puffed his beard and glared: "This set of martial soul armor was given by the first generation ancestor of my family when he followed His Majesty the Witch God. This armor is called martial soul, and inside it is sealed a warrior at the peak of the holy order.

Soul, if you can make good use of it, you can travel across the Ashton continent with this armor without any problem."

"I don't believe it. There is too much moisture in your words." Guan Heng shook his head, and then he asked several other elders: "Everyone, aren't the great elders bragging?"

"Well," an elder said with a strange smile while twirling his beard because he was unhappy with losing his treasure to the great elder: "The great elder usually brags to us, saying how magical and sharp this martial soul armor is, but we

I’ve never seen what this armor does.”

"Yes, yes, no one has seen how powerful this armor is." The other elders said in unison: "We also think that what the great elder said is not entirely true."

"Shut up!" Upon hearing this, the great elder was so angry that his face turned purple: "If the martial spirit in this armor hadn't escaped long ago, I would have demonstrated to you the infinite functions of the armor.

"

As soon as these words came out, the elder immediately realized that he had slipped his mind, but it was too late. Guan Heng and the four elders laughed at the same time: "What? It turns out that the martial arts souls have escaped, so wouldn't this armor become useless?"

Is it done?”

"He is me." The great elder hesitated for a long time before he said something: "Well, actually, as long as you catch another holy-level martial spirit and seal it in the armor, the armor will still be the same.

Sub-top equipment”

"Bah!" Guan Heng couldn't help but spat on the ground, and he sneered: "Do you think it's so easy to catch holy-level martial arts? It's not like cats and dogs. Just go and catch a few.

Let me see."

"Well, in fact, in the past few decades, I have also tried to capture some beast souls and ghosts of strong human beings, and sealed them in the martial soul armor." The elder shook his head slightly and said: "But these ghosts

My strength is not up to the standard of the Saint level, and I am unable to exert the effect of the Wuhun Armor to 100%, which is my biggest regret."
Chapter completed!