I'm a little depressed. I promised you I'd protect you my whole life, but you suddenly ran ahead of me.
Zhao Que poured two cups of tea and saw Xue Xuexuan like this.
Xue Xuexuan is still a bit competitive, but that's understandable, it seems like she has always been like this since she was a child.
Then he laughed and said, “Haha, you don’t have to take it too seriously.
"That fourteenth brother has entered the fairy island, and you have only been practicing properly for a few days. You may be able to catch up with him in the future."
He immediately changed the subject: "Really? A battle between gods and humans.
I am lucky to be able to come back alive."
After hearing this, Xue Xuexuan suddenly moved closer to Zhao Que, bent her waist, and stared at Zhao Que with her eyes.
The two of them were almost stuck together, and Zhao Que could easily feel his breath on his face.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Que felt a little uncomfortable being stared at like that, and asked quickly.
Xue Xuexuan said, "I just feel that the aura of that celestial being when he attacked seemed somewhat similar to yours."
After saying this, she shook her head gently, as if trying to dispel the doubts in her heart, and added: "Maybe I'm overthinking it."
However, she felt that since she was carrying the precious bamboo at that time, even if the jade token of power transmission was not a treasure, the gods would not look down on these martial arts.
However, the grade of the precious bamboo far exceeded the two trophies obtained by the disciples from the fairy island.
If that celestial being has no connection with Brother Que, then he might be related to the Lingjiu Palace.
Thinking of this, Xue Xuexuan also thought about asking Tianshan Tonglao when the time comes.
If the Tianshan Child-Grandma refuted...
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Now all the masters of the Netherworld Sect have died in the underground palace, and there is only one supreme grandmaster left, and that is Taoist Baisun.
The treasure of the Netherworld Cult also fell into his hands.
The most important of these is a mirror for communicating with the Old Man Baihun, which is also the top secret of the Netherworld Cult.
In the secret room, when Taoist Baisun picked up the mirror.
Old Man Baihun, who was far away in the capital, felt its fluctuations and instantly transferred his consciousness to the mirror.
For ghost cultivators, this operation is not difficult at all.
In the mirror, a ghost head shrouded in black fog slowly emerged and opened its captivating ghost eyes.
Taoist Baisun immediately understood that this was the supreme god that the former leader of the Netherworld Sect had mentioned, and he quickly bowed respectfully.
"The Fourth Elder of the Netherworld Sect, Taoist Baisun, greets the Supreme God."
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