Jiao Ren didn't understand what he meant. He didn't believe that his fourth-level spiritual emperor's peak strength and consciousness were not as good as Luo Tian's. Any such search could not find any traces, which puzzled him.

"This is my destiny and my telepathy. You can't find it with your spiritual sense,"

Luo Tian smiled bitterly, the chill in his eyes getting stronger and stronger.

"Poor child, you died unjustly. Six people beat one of you, almost killing you. I must avenge you, avenge——"

Under the bleak autumn wind, in the distance, there is a mountain range, like a large tomb. An old man is holding a white flag, burning paper money, kneeling there and crying, his voice is extremely sad, and the white paper money is fluttering in the wind, which looks a bit weird. "

This is a way for mortals to offer sacrifices to the dead. Why is it here?" Jiao Ren was a little confused."

Go, get out of here," Luo

Tian's expression changed and he immediately went in another direction. Jiao Ren followed and also went away in an instant.

""Poor child, you died unjustly. Six people beat you up, almost killing you. I must avenge you, avenge——" Two people

The person flew thousands of kilometers away in an instant, but heard the same cry again.

"Damn it, some sects actually used the magic of teleportation between heaven and earth to set up an ecstasy formation!" Jiao

Ren's expression finally changed and he lost his voice and said. "
Chapter completed!