Chapter 987
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What have I done to deserve this …
Waves of violent power swept across the sky. Zhen Xiaoxiao covered his chest with his hand, feeling for the first time that he lost control of his ability to cause disasters.
Fortunately, he was just a small cultivator on the small Flamboyant Star. He estimated that he would have nothing to do with those crazy extraterrestrial cultivators for a long time.
"Eh? There is a new trace of flying! "
Shen Yanyuan's tyrannical gaze swept across the yellow sand. He could smell the scent of Situ Hanlei's sorry figure escaping from the universe.
"Little thief, don't run!"
If he had been more patient, he would have found his nephew who was hiding under the ice and pretending to be dead, as well as the real culprit who stole his sister's nominal contracted beast.
Before Shen Yanyuan's flying boat reached the Ostentatious Star, it had already turned around and chased after the frantically escaping Situ Hanlei.
At the same time, Lian Zizhuo, who had been silently guarding the sky above the Shadow Sect ruins, suddenly heard a soft sound.
Puff!
Something was spat out from the space tunnel by the sand.
"What?"
Lian Zizhuo was shocked and quickly moved forward to check. But after a few steps …
A pitch-black chessboard appeared in front of him.
It seemed to be controlled by a violent force as it crazily and mercilessly smashed all the figures standing on its body onto the ground. Then, it suddenly shrank and turned into a square plate the size of a palm. Then, with a swoosh, it returned to where it came from.
Before Lian Zizhuo could react, the Flying Star Chessboard disappeared again under the rolling yellow sand, as if it didn't want to stay for a second longer.
"Xiaoxiao!?"
Since he lost contact with the Snow Rock Armor, Lian Zizhuo fell into great anxiety. He kept thinking about the team of ten people sent to West Qi and regretted his original arrangement.
Even with Zhen Xiaoxiao leading the team, how much change could ten Foundation Establishment cultivators make in West Qi for the war between the North and the East? They would just be sending themselves to death!
Quickly picking up the collar of a black-haired girl, Lian Zizhuo was surprised to see a strange face with tears on it.
She bit Yang Yan's arm hard, tears pouring out of her eyes. Even if her teeth were tightly clenched, she could still squeeze out chaotic syllables, "Return my brother!"
Lian Zizhuo shuddered.
He suddenly felt that things were a little different from what he had imagined.
That's right, why did so many of them return after sending out ten people?
More than a hundred of them were unfamiliar faces, and none of them had any cultivation. There was also a woman with cultivation who was tied up like a palm?
He quickly shoved the troublesome Water Meridian into Yang Yan's hands and walked towards Zongzi without looking back.
"Reporting to Young Master!"
Shentu Weiran spat out sand and forcefully resisted the urge to throw up. Without Zhen Xiaoxiao controlling the Flying Star Chessboard, it seemed to have a grudge against everyone. No matter how bumpy the chessboard was, it would fly in the same way. He almost bounced off halfway!
This was simply too evil a magic treasure. Next time, even if he was beaten to death, he would not sit on it.
However, even though he felt like vomiting right now, he couldn't give up on Xiaoxiao's instructions.
His face was pale and sallow …
Shentu Weiran hugged Lian Zizhuo's thigh tightly and raised his head to look at Lian Zizhuo's face. He was shocked to find that after not seeing him for a few days, the scar between the eyebrows of the Young Master had become more distinct, and the bottom of his eyes was shining with a dark light. It seemed that the Young Master looked more devilish than he remembered.
Swallowing his saliva, Shentu Weiran hurriedly said.
"Young Master Lian, Xiaoxiao stayed in West Qi. She said that she had other plans. She found the missing disciples of the Spiritual Gate, Ji Tong and Liang Peng. She also kidnapped the traitor of Dongling, Sha Zhidie, the Saintess of the Southern Tripod Autumn Wind Mystic Fire Vein, for you to interrogate …"
After saying this, Shentu Weiran fainted regardless of everything.
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