Su Fan realized in an instant that the ghost cultivators' luck was shallow and could not carry the huge destiny power of the book of death, so he had to find some rich and profound monks to replace the ghost cultivators to watch the predictions of the book of death.
"Guests, you are very smart, but there is a place where a guest said it wrong. The prophecies in the Book of the Dead are only open to one person, not everyone!"
"Therefore, guest, if you want to see the prophecies in the Book of Death, you must first defeat other competitors!"
Seeing Su Fan gradually loosening his eyebrows, Bai Jing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He knew that Su Fan would not embarrass him again.
"I have to!"
Su Fan thought in his heart that although he was somewhat curious about the prophecy, his main purpose was not here.
After hearing Bai Jing's explanation, Su Fan could immediately conclude that Wei Yingling and the group must also be invited by a certain force of the Ghost Race.
After all, this is a special time, and this is the only way to get close to the book of death.
"Speaking of which, I might be facing Su Tianmo and the others!"
Su Fan's eyes flickered. Although he was not afraid of Su Tianmo's strength, he was still a little worried.
After all, Su Fan's strength has been weakened by 90% in the ghost world, and Su Tianmo, as a demon cultivator, may not necessarily be weakened.
"Have you ever invited magic repair before?" Su Fan asked.
"Hehe, of course I have invited them. The strength of the demons is very powerful. They are stronger than the human and demons. In fact, the luck of the gods is not weak, but the gods usually only come to us after they die. World!"
Bai Jing patiently answered questions for Su Fan. The reason why he valued Su Fan was not because of the opponent's ability, but because he felt that Su Fan's luck would not be too bad.
After all, Su Fan looked very similar to the one in the rumor.
If Su Fan is really that person's offspring or reincarnation, then the Book of Destiny will definitely lock Su Fan this time.
After clarifying the ins and outs of the matter, Su Fan forgave Bai Jing's deliberate concealment.
Then, he moved into the Bai family with Bai Jing, and was arranged in a guest room dedicated to entertainers.
Of course, if it is a guest room, the accommodation conditions are actually average.
Due to the fact that many monks of various races have entered the ghost world during this period of time, there are four beds in a standard guest room.
"The guest is really embarrassed. I am not in a high position in the clan. I can't apply for any privileges for you. The accommodation here is a bit rudimentary. I can only ask you to take it for two days!"
Before leaving, Bai Jing said apologetically.
"It's okay, these are small things!" Su Fan shook his head.
Su Fan emerged from the dynasty, and had long been accustomed to sleeping and sleeping. Compared with those, this kind of accommodation is not bad.
Confirming that Su Fan didn't seem to be polite to himself, Bai Jing left in relief.
Su Fan walked into the guest room and looked around and found that the room was not very spacious. The four beds alone took up more than half of the space.
At this moment, two monks were already living in the room. One of them frowned when he saw Su Fan walk in. The other monk cried out in surprise, "Divine cultivation?"
Those who can enter the ghost world to seek the chance of the book of death are not mediocre generations. Both of them have reached the holy realm in strength. Naturally, their eyesight is extraordinary. At a glance, Su Fanxiu can see that Su Fanxiu's is a god.
Su Fan didn't pay attention to the two of them. He chose a bed at random and sat on it.
"Get out! This is not where you should be!"
The frowning monk shouted lowly, holding a trace of hostility towards Su Fan.
Su Fan shouldn't keep answering. Instead of going out, he sat on the bed and started meditating.
"How courageous! You dare to take my words as deaf ears, you are really proud of your cultivation, if you don't teach you a lesson, you think our other race cultivators are good bullies!"
The alien monk consciously was embarrassed by Su Fan, and suddenly he roared and slapped Su Fan with a palm.
Seeing the foreign cultivator calling, Su Fan was unwilling to cause trouble, but now that everyone else is deceiving him, Su Fan had to fight immediately.
Su Fan struck out with a fist, his sword intent was abundance, and his fist blew like a divine sword, hitting the palm of the alien monk.
boom!
Unmatched energy agitated, and the two fisted together to disrupt all the power of the surrounding laws.
At the same time, if the two of them were hit hard, the alien monk stepped back, while Su Fan leaned his waist to the side.
"Hi! That's amazing!"
The other person in the room who hadn't done anything took a breath, and the eyes of him and the alien monk looking at Su Fan changed.
There are such top-notch young masters in the spiritual cultivation!
Both people in the room knew that if Su Fan had not been restricted by the laws of the ghost world, the alien monk would have already become dead at this moment.
"Your Excellency, I am the Huaxuan of the Centaur tribe, I haven't asked your name!"
The other monk in the room stood up and clasped his fists. He was in the shape of a human above the waist and a horse below the waist. His four hooves were very powerful.
This Hua Xuan thought he was polite, but Su Fan just glanced at him and then went into meditation again.
"Huh, Hua Xuan, aren't you passionate about sticking cold ass, he is a cultivator, how can he talk to your peers?"
The monk who suffered a loss in Su Fan's hands said that he had horns on his head, a white beard on his face, and a skinny figure. He was a member of the wool tribe.
Both the Centaur tribe and the wool tribe belong to the human race, but they are different from the purebred human race. They all carry the genes of the monster beast more or less, so it is not too much to say that they are the monster race.
Of course, why do you need to be a demon if you can be a human? Even after a strong demon clan has become a master, he will become accustomed to walking in the world as a human form.
"Your Excellency really doesn't give this face?"
Hua Xuan's face is a bit ugly, thinking that he is also a talented arrogant among the centaur, has he ever been so ignored?
Under Hua Xuan's gaze, Su Fan finally moved his gaze to Hua Xuan's face again.
Hua Xuan was immediately happy, and cast a slightly meaningful look at the wool tribe monk.
The look in his eyes seemed to say: If you see it, even if it is a spiritual cultivation, you have to give me face.
Hua Xuan was smug. Just when he thought Su Fan was going to give his name, he saw Su Fan's mouth open and close, and slowly spit out a word: "Get out!"
"what did you say!"
Hua Xuan's expression froze, thinking that he had heard the wrong thing.
"I don't want to talk nonsense a second time!"
Su Fan retracted his gaze and meditated again.
"Hahaha, Huaxuan, it seems that your face is not very good!"
The wool tribe sneered loudly, with a bit of booze.
