She suddenly raised her voice, and her soft voice became unusually shrill, like a whistle that almost deafened everyone: "The leader is Ye Qiao, so there must be something wrong if she didn't come out. Are you the only one who can yell?!"
Her voice, mixed with spiritual energy, was extremely loud, and the person who was responsible for stirring up the crowd and setting the rhythm was suddenly drowned out by this shrill voice.
For a moment, they were silent, and for the first time, the other monks in the crowd were also silent.
After all, she said that the one leading the team was Ye Qiao, it was Ye Qiao.
The world of cultivation is full of her myths.
The Son of God frowned and found that the people around him had become quiet. Why?
This situation was somewhat different from what he expected.
As he expected, if everything went well, he would be able to use the power of the masses to capture all of them as soon as they left the secret realm.
The Son of God was a little nervous for the first time. The young man lowered his eyes and tightened the golden lotus in his hand bit by bit. Could it be that they really managed to save most of the people?
impossible.
It was clear that in the secret realm for more than ten days, not only was there a demon king wreaking havoc, but there were also evil cultivators they had led in. He had anticipated that even his own disciples were uncertain whether they could walk out alive, let alone a group of ordinary cultivators.
But soon, all his guesses were completely overturned in the next moment.
After waiting for a while, in this quiet atmosphere where no one spoke, all the monks inside the secret realm finally used the key to squeeze out of the secret realm.
The moment they saw the light of day again, they almost cried for joy.
However, the joy only lasted for a few moments before someone with sharp eyes noticed a group of people standing outside. Their eyelids twitched, and they looked confused:
"You guys are blocking outside..."
Oh shit.
The golden light that hit them distorted their expressions. Looking at the monks in cassocks, they couldn't help but tense up and were terrified: "Is this some evil sacrificial ceremony?"
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