"I suddenly forgot." The head of Lingxu changed his face and rushed out quickly because he remembered that Mo Xiu was still holding the ancestor in his hand.

"This..." Tang Yi Ersan, who was stepping on the Nine Cauldrons, suddenly felt that all the crises hit Mo Xiu. "This time, I'm afraid no one can save him. By the way, why haven't Li Ze invited the head of Lan Ke yet? Could something happened to him?"

Tang Yi Ersan shook his head and said, "I'd better hope for something good."

He looked into the sky.

In the sky, there are dense cultivators, with a number of at least one million.

This is almost a practitioner who entered the Snail Emperor Zang. They came in to look for opportunities, and the best opportunity was right in front of them. How could they not be moved and all rushed towards Wu You?

The little chick and the tail forked dog felt that death had arrived.

Mo Xiu felt the pressure of the past and future.

"Are they going to kill me?" Mo Xiu looked up at the sky. He didn't expect that so many practitioners would rush over at the same time. He still underestimated people's desire.

"What should we do?" The tail forked dog shook its tail and roared at the void: "Wool wool!"

"Jijijijijiji." The little chicken also made a desperate voice.
Chapter completed!