Chapter 1298
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Looking at Zhen Xiaoxiao's weak expression, Violet Ring instinctively reached out to hold her arm, but Small Gruel beat her to it.
Uh …
Someone was faster than her? Violet Ring extended her hand, feeling extremely awkward. She glanced at Small Gruel's face again, unable to hide her annoyance.
Small Gruel also looked at Violet Ring, thinking that she was a good person. Since she was Little Gruel's good friend, he should express his goodwill, so he smiled at her.
Little did he know that his smile made Violet Ring even more annoyed, turning her head away.
"Zhuo! Yong! Si! "
Her divine sense quickly scanned the Mirror Image Crystal that Zhen Xiaoxiao had thrown out. Wan Shuirong's hair almost stood on end. Her eyes were bleeding as she stared at the figure on the ground, almost crushing the crystal in her hand.
Scum!
If it wasn't for the fact that the Mirror Image Crystal could not be faked, Wan Shuirong wouldn't have believed Zhen Xiaoxiao's words at all, because it was too ridiculous!
If it wasn't for Zhen Xiaoxiao's ferocious beast, if it wasn't for Zhou Zhou's timely arrival, if it wasn't for her spiritual cultivation, the ones who would be in trouble today would be Zhen Xiaoxiao and Violet Ring!
"Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh! "
Awoken by Wan Shuirong's burning aura, Zhuo Yongsi looked around in fear!
Why was the entire dome of the Mystic Technique Secret Realm destroyed? Why were Violet Ring and Wan Zun standing here?
"I'm going to kill you, you bastard!" Wan Shuirong's chest rose and fell violently!
Was this a holy sword?!
How could this be a holy sword?
Her current mood was even more intense than Zhen Xiaoxiao's murderous intent. After all, Wan Shuirong had always been an impulsive person!
"Wan Zun, please spare me, I … I still have use for you!" Looking at the Mirror Image Crystal in Wan Shuirong's hand, Zhuo Yongsi immediately knew that he was finished!
"Go!"
At this moment, Wu Hefeng's murderous and iron-blooded cry resounded in the sky.
At this moment, only Zhen Xiaoxiao and the others were left standing alone in the Heart-Nurturing Secret Realm. All the elders and disciples of the East Palace had already gathered together. They were divided into four echelons and followed closely behind Wu Hefeng.
Although more than half of the experts had left the mountain a year or two ago to train themselves in a more difficult environment, the entire team was still a magnificent sight!
It was vast and mighty, occupying half the sky. The roars of beasts and the cries of birds could be heard, and the clanging of blades and swords could be heard.
After all, the East Hall was one of the top sects in the whole of Dongling.
Boom boom boom!
With the final sound of assembly.
The Great Ancestors of the Eastern Palace, who had been in seclusion for many years, came out one after another. The disciples could still remember the names of some of them, but the faces of some of them were unfamiliar, because old age had already eroded their demeanor when they were young.
Not only did the disciples rarely have the chance to see the Great Ancestors of the Eastern Palace, but also a large number of white coffins flew out from the Faction Lord's Peak and formed two white jade coffin bridges on both sides of Wu Hefeng. Because there were so many of them, they spanned a long distance. From afar, they looked like accompanying dragons!
What kind of secret technique was this?
Most of the disciples of the Eastern Palace didn't know what these coffins meant. Could it be that the elders and the Faction Lords had already prepared for their deaths to show their determination to protect Dongling?
Thinking of this, the team that was gathering in the sky was immediately surrounded by a solemn and stirring atmosphere!
"Master …"
Feeling something in her heart, Wan Shuirong's eyes followed one of the white coffins closely. She felt salty and hot at the same time. She knew in her heart that once these frozen Great Ancestors were used, it would be the time for Dongling's … catastrophe!
During the first recruitment, Old Wu had already summoned the coffin. Perhaps, the situation of the Divine Wind Wall being broken was more serious than she had imagined.
Thinking of this, Wan Shuirong's hand that was about to choke Zhuo Yongsi finally stopped.
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