The relocation of ghosts and gods!

A lonely grave, a lone monument, the West Wind shining.

The long grass rose and fell like multi-colored waves, raging in the wilderness.

The mixed trees shook hoarsely, and pieces of yellow leaves were blown away by the wind. In the biting cold, several crows and sparrows perched on them flapped their wings and let out monotonous and ear-piercing cries."Ga...Ga... Gah gah gah ..."

PEI Ling stood alone in front of the monument with his hands behind his back. He closed his eyes and did not speak. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked in a certain direction behind him.

A moment later, he stretched out his hand, and more than a dozen corpses were taken over.

As soon as these corpses fell to the ground, their fresh blood that had not yet solidified flowed out and quickly seeped into the graveyard.

PEI Ling immediately felt his cultivation starting to recover.

However, the recovery rate was very, very little.