"Let's go!" Mu Qingxue nodded slightly, stepped into the void, took his arm, and said helplessly: "We have caused too much noise. Perhaps the major sects in Eastern Zhongzhou have already noticed it. Not only do you have the Law of Killing, but this gourd seems extremely strange. Perhaps a saint is greedy. If they kill people and steal the treasure, it will be difficult for us to escape. It is also too reckless. Now we have entered a holy place of cultivation alone. If we die, what will happen to your aunt?"
She cried out softly, feeling very awkward.
"Don't worry, auntie. I naturally have a foolproof plan. As for the major sects in Zhongzhou?"
Jiang Li raised his head and roared, pointing to a white cloud above the vast void, saying, "Their ancestors and all the great saints are hiding here, watching us right now."
What he said was indeed correct. Many saints and powerful men in the realm of kings were stunned at this moment. They could not believe that the strength of the son of destiny of this generation of human race was so terrifying.
Being able to severely injure a saint with the strength of a king or a prince, most people hid deeper, fearing it. But it was precisely because of this.
Their haste exposed their true colors.
A breath of air was tragically captured by Jiang Li.
"Huh?"
Mu Qingxue blinked, a hint of confusion appeared in her eyes. Although she was at the level of a king, her skills were too shallow after all, and she was hidden under the saint's influence.
There was no time to fully perceive the other person's breath.
"Come out, old guys. You've all been exposed."
"I knew you were waiting for me to take action. If I ever tried to suppress the Son of Fortune, you old fellas would definitely rush over and kill me, even destroying my sect. You want the Son of Fortune to suffer your favor? Humph, a bunch of old foxes!!"
"Especially my two sisters! You clearly came from the Qingyun Sect and agreed to travel, but why are you now gathered here with so many old guys, and monitoring us all the way, just to beat me, your sister, to death and make the Son of Luck owe you a favor?"
Just at this time.
Saint Qingshui shouted disdainfully into the void.
This has been said.
A burst of awkward laughter rang out from thousands of miles around.
Then.
Under Mu Qingxue's disbelieving gaze.
One by one, figures bathed in divine light emerged.
"You, you, I do want to, but you don't give us a chance."
"Making their own offspring slaves and servants."
"Only you can come up with this trick!!"
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