It seems like a gust of wind can blow it down.

But everyone knows it.

This is a powerful man in the powerful realm.

"Brother Xiao, that is the ancestor of Zhenzhu!"

Zhao Fugui spoke softly, his body trembling slightly.

"Um!"

Xiao Changfeng nodded, but his expression was as usual.

More of his eyes fell on the Saint of Guangling.

"It's really you!"

Seeing the Saint of Guangling, Xiao Changfeng's suspicion was confirmed.

The weak spiritual consciousness he sensed before.

It came from the body of the Saint of Guangling.

"Zhao Fugui, I know the little Jiujiu in your heart, but how noble the saint is, you should put away your dirty thoughts as soon as possible."

Dong Jinyue stood aside and continued to speak strangely.

However, Zhao Fugui ignored him.

This made Dong Jinyue's face even more ugly.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Qi Yanting scolded.

Dong Jinyue had no choice but to swallow the words on his lips.

"Guangling, thank you all for coming."

The Saint of Guangling smiled slightly, like the first ray of sunshine at dawn.

Makes you mesmerized.

And her voice.

It is like ocean waves, with echoes that are extremely pleasant to the ear.

This made everyone in the small courtyard look full of nymphomaniacs.

"Guang Ling came here this time because of bottlenecks. He had to come. The sect wanted me to be alone and was afraid of danger, so he asked Mr. Zhu to accompany him. But this time the matter was so important that Guang Ling had no choice but to borrow your help.

If anyone is unwilling, you can just leave and Guangling will have no complaints."

The voice of the Saint of Guangling was like waves, echoing throughout the small courtyard.

But these people with nymphomaniac looks are not willing to leave.

"In that case, Guangling would like to thank you all in advance."

The Saint of Guangling smiled lightly, as bright as spring.

"Since you are willing to help, Guangling naturally does not dare to hide his secrets."

"Guangling learned from ancient books that in ancient times, there was a sect named Zhenshen Sect. Today, the remains of this sect are scattered in the ancient ruins."

Saintess Guangling spoke slowly.

Qiao Qiao Qian Xi.

"Guangling's goal this time is this kind of wood carving."

With that said, the Saint of Guangling took out a small wooden sculpture from the storage ring.

This wood carving is only the size of a finger.

And it looks very old, with a lot of mottled marks.

Xiao Changfeng's pupils shrank.

He recognized it.

This small wood carving is exactly the puppet of Shen Nian.

"Guang Ling will take you to the ruins of the True God Sect. As long as you can find this kind of wood carving, no matter how big or small, Guang Ling will reward you."

Saintess Guangling continued to speak, obviously knowing the special nature of ancient ruins.

I want to cast a wide net in order to get more spiritual puppets.

"The Holy Maiden's order, even if we go up the mountain of swords or go down into the sea of ​​fire, we will never complain."

The Saintess of Guangling finished her words.

Everyone in the small courtyard shouted in unison.
Chapter completed!