Chapter 895
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Boom!
Boom, boom, boom!
Lian Zizhuo, who was guarding the ruins of the Shadow Sect, heard a series of strange explosions. At the same time, a faint smell of blood flowed into his nose.
What?
His heart skipped a beat. He immediately smeared his eyes with blood and launched a spell. He held his breath and looked into the space tunnel.
Could it be that those ten people were in danger?
Just as Lian Zizhuo was thinking about this, he saw two wounded figures at the end of his sight. One was already dead, and the other was still gasping for breath.
"That damn witch! Using the Deities Templar's Hidden Treasury as a primer, this foolish Longfish Yan Shan set me up! "
"What the hell is this place? Is there no end to it? "
"Once I have a chance to escape, I will definitely tear that witch into pieces! I am a Nascent Soul cultivator … I … "
Boom!
The space fragments were so dense that it was impossible to dodge them. The man who was cursing was cut by the space fragments that were as dense as meat grinders. His soul and flesh were turned into a cloud of blood mist, and he couldn't make any sound anymore.
Lian Zizhuo opened his mouth wide, and his eyes turned black …
Why did these words immediately remind one of someone?
Ah …
Xiaoxiao!
I was worried about whether you could survive.
You have killed a Nascent Soul cultivator and a man with the surname Changyu in less than a day. Changyu is a big surname in Northern Rock!
Should I … close the space tunnel on the ruins of the Shadow Sect immediately?
If I leave you in Xiqi for ten years.
Maybe you can wipe out all the forces of Northern Rock and Southern Tripod that are left in Xiqi!
On one hand, he had his conscience, and on the other hand, he had to consider the overall situation of Dongling.
Lian Zizhuo's face was kind and evil at the same time. He fell into the most contradictory choice in his life …
Zhen Xiaoxiao held Small Gruel's hand and rushed out of the eye of the storm, returning to the sand.
Clap, clap, clap, clap!
The Shui siblings and the high priest clapped their hands so hard that their palms turned red.
The three of them still remembered Changyu Yanshan's advice.
When the winner appeared, they must cheer for him!
The entire Northern Cliff team had disappeared, leaving only some fresh bloodstains on the sand. However, the violent sandstorm here would bury all traces in less than ten minutes.
Originally, he thought that Zhen Xiaoxiao's group would be completely suppressed by the Northern Cliff Sect's cultivators. Shui Shuidi never expected that after Little Fairy and Little Fish left, the remaining four people would be like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves.
"Master!"
Now, Water Mei's eyes were filled with bright little stars. She clung onto Yang Yan's body like an octopus, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get off.
"Immortals, you are our water, our oasis, the last blessing from the Sea God of West Qi to our descendants." The High Priest had a crazy expression on his face as he praised them with all kinds of proverbs.
Zhen Xiaoxiao looked up at the morning light and felt that there was nothing strange about him. He then shifted his gaze to the side.
"Eh? What's wrong with this snake? "
Changyu Yanshan's mount, the Blue Patterned Wind Python, was still lying in the wind. It was motionless as if it was asleep.
"I don't know. I thought it was the most dangerous one." Shen Tu Weiran wiped the blood off the spearhead and was also puzzled.
This huge Wind Python had been indifferent to everything that happened in the previous battle, which made him worry about it for nothing.
"I'll go and have a look!" Zhen Xiaoxiao flew up into the air. If he could subdue this snake, it would be a good trip to West Qi.
"Be careful!" Yang Yan reminded him from behind.
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