Xuanyang Realm, Qinglian Island.


    Qinglian Peak, a secluded courtyard with green tiles.


    Wang Ruyan sat in the stone pavilion, Wang Chan and Wang Chan stood in front of her, and a light blue light curtain covered the entire yard.


    A large number of ghosts scurried around, most of them were in the spirit-transforming stage, and there were two ghosts in the virtual-refining stage.


    Wang Chan opened her mouth and spewed out countless slender golden lights, piercing through the bodies of these ghosts.


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