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Chapter 1542 The people of Tianyu

Gusu stopped his movements.

"Witch War Hall, Witch War Hall can save Bingyao. I believe you have also heard of Witch War Hall."

The Witch War Hall is within the six realms, and it is so thunderous that Gusu naturally heard about it.

But it was an evil and mysterious force.

Most people will not easily touch the Witch War Hall, and they will not even know how to die.

"You have anything to do with the Witch War Hall?"

"You don't have to know whether I have anything to do with it, but I can let the people from the Witch War Palace save Bingyao."

"A person like you don't even have your own credibility. Can you believe what you say?" Gusu sneered, "Are you playing with me as a fool, or coaxing yourself as a fool?"

Bei Ming Luoyun realized that Gusu would not buy it!

She couldn't help but take a step back.

Strictly speaking, she has never fought with Su Su, but she thought that she might not be a match for Su Su.

Gusu is unpredictable, but the first elder of Tianji Pavilion...

Just in case, Bei Ming Luoyun did not plan to fight with Gusu.

"I keep you because I want to solve you with my own hands, so nothing you say now will work. Your death is coming!"

Gusu is reckless and has obvious killing intentions.

Bei Ming Luoyun blocked three moves and found it difficult.

Seeing Gusu hit Beiming Luoyun's face with a palm, Beiming Luoyun was shocked. A black shadow suddenly appeared and directly took Beiming Luoyun away.

He moves quickly and agilely, and even in Gusu, he has never seen clearly what the other person looks like.

——

"You underestimate the enemy too much!" In the late night outside Tianchi City, Shen Ran, wearing a black cloak, looked at the girl in front of him with sharp and cold eyes.

Bei Ming Luoyun looked a little embarrassed, "Why are you here?"

"If I don't come, you'll die."

"When did you come to the Ghost Clan, why don't I know?"

Before, they had been in the communication stone contact.

"I'm here, need to report to you?" Shen Ran's tone gradually became colder.

Bei Ming Luoyun took a breath in annoyed manner, "The colorful strange fire appeared, Gusu discovered me, I have not seen what the colorful strange fire looks like yet.

Shen Ran, you have to help me with this matter, otherwise, when the seven-colored fire falls into the hands of the venerable of the Divine Realm, the baptism will be started."

What should she do at that time?

No one knew she was fake, but she knew it herself.

She could not pass the baptism.

"So you're so stupid!"

"What's the meaning?"

"Mu Qingqian and Yun Yehuang came here, and now the colorful fire has fallen into their hands."

"This... is impossible!" Bei Ming Luoyun narrowed her eyes and said in a gloomy tone, "We have made strict arrangements. If they can get to the Ghost Clan, how could they escape our ears and ears?"

"Who do you think Yun Ye Emperor is?" Shen Ran asked back.

Bei Ming Luoyun finally realized the seriousness of the matter, "Yes, he is the Emperor Yun Ye, he is the Demon Lord..."

How could she underestimate Yun Yehuang?

"What should I do now?"

"In addition to Yun Yehuang and us, I found that there was a mysterious master behind Xuanyuan Jin."

"You can't even find out the origin of that mysterious man?"

Shen Ran thought for a moment, "He should be a person from the Heavenly Realm.

But it doesn’t matter. We can’t compete with that man now, but... Since the seven-colored strange fire has been obtained by Yun Yehuang and the others, it means that the Eleventh Venerables and the others also know about this."
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