"Amitabha, this move by Qianlong is severing the roots of Kun Cang!" said Du E.
"Exactly! To dare commit such a vicious act, death is deserved!" Chuanhe Taoist's eyes rolled, as if a long river was coursing within them.
Duan Chun's black beard fluttered: "Then kill first and talk later!"
Whoosh!
The three of them dashed forward, with their charge, the entire passage seemed to tremble.
Half the distance covered in a single step!
In an instant, they stepped into the centerline.
Suddenly, Blue Demon and Blood Trace split left and right, revealing a person in their midst!
A person sitting cross-legged!
This person, dressed in white as snow, elegant as an immortal.
In front of her, a jade zither.
Miao Yin Heavenly King!
Miao Yin Heavenly King's nimble fingers lightly strummed without a sound!
However, Lin Xiaosu's heart gave a sudden jolt.
With his ears, he heard nothing.
