"Ah! What's going on?!"
Dark green ghostfire suddenly engulfed his body.
Even Qin Shaofeng, for all his strength, was so frightened at that moment that his three corpse gods leaped in alarm.
But the moment his cry left his mouth, he discovered that everything before him seemed to have changed once more.
Specks of dark green ghostfire still burned, yet they were all attached to the longsword in his left hand.
However, apart from that longsword, the Chasing Star Saber in his right hand, and the Luo Tian Zen Shadow around his wrist, the only thing left on his person, inside and out, was a Storage Bag.
It was the one Ximen Li had given him.
This Storage Bag was an extremely powerful defensive treasure.
Even so, after the ghostfire's burning, Qin Shaofeng clearly understood that it would take at least one or two months before it could serve any purpose again.
Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, he felt as though he had been transported into another lifetime.
He looked in every direction.
The place where he now stood seemed to have returned to the most ordinary sort of world.
The weather did not seem very good.
Dark clouds pressed down overhead, as though rain might fall at any moment.
At a glance, nothing seemed wrong.
But if one carefully stared at the sky, it was not hard to notice that the dense clouds were not black, but a hazy green.
Because that green was so intense, it gave off a dark brownish-black impression.
That was why it looked as though ordinary dark clouds were pressing down overhead.
As for the world before him, it was even stranger.
A casual glance truly revealed nothing unusual, yet the green grassland and the patches of green vegetation in the distance gave him