After finishing the work, Shen Luo and the Horse-Faced Soul-Catcher did not want to stay here any longer and were about to leave.
Shen Luo suddenly turned around like lightning, raised his fist and punched towards the altar.
A golden fist shadow the size of a palace appeared out of thin air above the altar and struck the altar surface.
Without the protection of the ban, the altar shattered and turned into countless large stones that flew everywhere. There was nothing unusual about it.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, what's wrong?" The Soul-Catching Horse-Faced Demon was startled by Shen Luo's sudden action. He looked around and asked in a low voice.
"Nothing, my fist is itchy." Shen Luo's eyes flashed and he said slowly.
After saying this, he didn't wait for the horse-faced man to reply and leaped towards the ground.
The Horse-Faced Soul-Catching Demon was stunned by Shen Luo. When he saw him leaving, he hurriedly chased after him.
For a long time after the two men left, the underground space remained silent and there was no movement.
After a while, a black light flashed where Shen Luo had stood before, and a black vertical pupil appeared, silently disintegrating and turning into black gas and dissipating.
The black vertical pupils disappeared, and the void beside the collapsed altar fluctuated, and two figures appeared.
One of them was wearing a dragon robe, a golden crown on his head, and a dragon-shaped face.
If Shen Luo were here, he would definitely recognize that this person was the Dragon King of Jinghe River, who was actually alive again.
The other one was covered in a layer of gray light, and he was the mysterious man who appeared on the banks of the River Styx that year.
"The Demon Eye? I didn't expect that Shen Luo is so proficient in this demonic power. Strange, where did he learn it from?" The Dragon King of Jinghe muttered to himself.
"Aren't you going to take action? Has Shen Luo already investigated the truth about the unrest in Chang'an?" said the gray figure.
"So what? He can investigate this matter as he pleases. But it was you who had been secretly cultivating a nameless wild ghost that was killed, a wisp of its soul was destroyed by it, and even the soul refining formation here was taken away by that man named Shen. Can you bear this?" The Dragon King of Jinghe River remained unmoved and asked back.
"That nameless wild ghost is just a discarded pawn under my command, and I have already studied this soul refining formation thoroughly. Why should I be reluctant to give it up? What I am interested in now is the witch clan's soul-devouring formation. It is said that it can strip away all the spiritual imprints on the soul and refine it into a pure spiritual origin. It is the best way to increase the power of the soul. If I can get it, it will be of great help to take the last step. Unfortunately, this formation has long been destroyed." The gray figure sighed.
"Hmph, that sounds nice to say. If you don't feel sorry for me, why would you rush over here at this time?" The Dragon King of Jinghe sneered.
"I don't have time to argue with you. I have already done everything I should do for you. What you are going to do next has nothing to do with me. I just want to tell you one thing in advance. If something happens to you, don't blame me for being ruthless." The gray figure snorted coldly, then disappeared in a flash.
The Dragon King of Jinghe River stood silently, and after a moment his figure disappeared silently.
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It didn't take long for Shen Luo and the Horse-Faced Soul-Catcher to reach the ground. At this moment, many disciples from the underworld gathered here, and one of them caught Shen Luo's attention.
"Fellow Daoist Gu." Shen Luo looked at a girl in black in astonishment.
This person has a slim figure, purple hair, and a pair of purple bone wings on his back. He is the ancient spirit that has not been seen for a long time.