As soon as he took a breath, a green luan that was more than a hundred meters tall appeared.

Before Mo Tianxing could figure out what was going on, he saw the Qingluan and couldn't help but fly in the direction where the bronze stick disappeared.

"not good!"

Mo Tianxing's heart skipped a beat and he felt something was wrong.

Although, Qingluan Cannian and holding the bronze stick were extremely terrifying.

After all, it was just a lingering thought, and the bronze rod did not completely break the seal.

So in the fierce fight, Mo Tianxing gradually gained the upper hand.

Mo Tianxing was confident that if he persisted for a moment, he would be able to suppress Qingluan's remnant, but this sudden situation was something Mo Tianxing had not expected.

"Which friend is disturbing my good deeds?!"

Mo Tianxing put away his silver spear, turned into lightning and chased after him.

But it was all in vain and found nothing.

The Kunlun clan, Feng Minghe and others had already put away the seven-star purple gold gourd and left this secret place.

Mo Tianxing stood on the top of the mountain, his face gloomy.

The feeling of falling short made him very uncomfortable!

…

The storm in the Crimson Valley is over, and the color of the originally crimson lake is actually slowly fading away.

This time, the great powers of the major forces suffered a setback and gained nothing, but they all retreated.

Because there are more important events in the future!

The weaker ones were still searching for opportunities in the secret place, and bloodshed also broke out.

Outside Yuncheng, in the Qingshan Temple, a little Taoist boy ran from the Taoist temple towards the back mountain.

squeak!

In the middle of the mountain behind the blue clouds, a blinking Taoist in yellow is holding a scroll of bamboo slips and reading.

In front of the Taoist in yellow, there is a table with a steaming pot of bamboo leaf tea, just like the scene when Han Ze arrived.

"Master, master, gone, gone, all gone!" Qingfeng, a little Taoist boy, ran over and said.

Then, Qingfeng stepped forward, stretched out his little hand, and placed a palm-sized piece of jade wall on the desk.

The old Taoist priest in yellow didn't panic. After a while, he put down the bamboo slips in his hands and took the jade wall.
Chapter completed!