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    Song Tao really raised a good son.

    "When Song Tao was sentenced, why didn't the judge send ghost messengers to rescue Jia's family?" Zhao Miaomiao asked again.

    "The ghost messenger was bribed by Song Minghui, and he didn't go at all. He just lied and said that the ghosts of the Jia family couldn't stand the power of the sealing formation and were all wiped out."

    Zhao Miaomiao frowned, looked down at her hands, "This damned Song Minghui, I must get rid of him with my own hands."

    "Master host, you can't act rashly, because your current ghost body can't beat him. As a judge, he practiced ghost art in the underworld, and now he is a ghost fairy."

    "No wonder I was helpless just now. It turns out that he and I are not in the same dimension at all." Zhao Miaomiao said coldly.

    On the last plane, she was not in the same dimension as those cultivators, and she was admired by thousands of people.

    In this plane, she fell into a lower dimension.

    Fate is so interesting.

    "What happened to the Jia family? Is it dangerous? Tell me where they are."

    "They are fine. When they came, they were seen by many ghost messengers and ghosts. Song Minghui was still afraid and did not dare to act rashly."

    "Just now you said that they practice ghost art, puppy, send me the ghost art. I want to practice."

    Song Minghui hasn't acted yet, which doesn't mean he won't do so in the future, maybe he's just waiting for Jia's ghost to fade out of sight of all ghost messengers, and finally deal with them.

    Seeing Song Minghui's reaction, Zhao Miaomiao felt that this person must not know about Song Tao's death.

    If he knew, she would never have left alive just now.

    Zhao Miaomiao asked the puppy, and sure enough, Song Minghui did not know.

    The puppy quickly sent the ghost art he had collected to Zhao Miaomiao, and Zhao Miaomiao spent 10,000 points to buy a prop called "Space Expansion".

    An invisible circle of light isolated Zhao Miaomiao from the people of the entire plane, and the past year in this cell was only a minute of the outsiders.

    Zhao Miaomiao calmly held her breath and began to practice.

    This ghost technique is completely different from the fairy technique. I felt severe pain from the very beginning of the practice. My soul seemed to be being split, and my whole body was immersed in pain.

    The more he practiced, the more his soul was torn apart, and the strong death energy filled the entire cage with Zhao Miaomiao's practice.

    The dead air circled around and returned to Zhao Miaomiao's body, solidifying her broken soul body.

    tearing, solidification, and so on and on and on.

    People who practice ghost art will feel heart-piercing pain again and again, and those who can continue will grow rapidly.

    What Zhao Miaomiao lacks most is this kind of perseverance.

    Her face became paler and paler, her soul trembled unceasingly, and she struggled on the verge of breaking again and again.

    The death energy around her was getting heavier and heavier, burying her body.

    In the prison cell, one hundred and twenty years have passed without knowing it, but in the real world, only two hours have passed.

    During the process of cultivation, her body changed, her pale cheeks were flushed, and her lips were also stained a little red.

    Under the slender and curly eyelashes are a pair of bright eyes, and the black hair is more supple.

    Zhao Miaomiao is used to cultivating immortals, and these one hundred and twenty years are like a flick of a finger in her eyes.

    She has been practicing for two hundred years before stopping.

    Although her current cultivation base is not as good as that of a thousand-year-old god, it is enough to deal with Song Minghui.

    Song Minghui came to the underworld and practiced that ghost art for only fifty-five years.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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