Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   Chapter 1872 White Fox (7)

   "Go back and find Master, Master should have a solution."

  The leading disciple murmured, "This monster's cultivation level is too deep. I'm afraid we can't deal with it just by relying on the few of us."

   "Let's go back to find Master first, and then we can make a long-term plan."

   The others listened and nodded in agreement.

  The instruments in their hands were all put away.

   "Let's see who dares to go—"

  Suddenly, the strong wind blew up again.

  A gloomy and angry male voice descended from the sky.

  Black air, lingering and permeating.

  Teng Teng fell and landed on the opposite side of the collapsed ground.

  Black Wing opened and retracted.

  A man in a black armor and feather coat appeared there.

   Holding Fang Tianji in his hand, he hammered heavily on the ground.

  The ground shook.

  The wind and sand are even crazier, whistling.

  The evil spirit is everywhere.

  The disciples of Lingxian Mountain became alert for an instant and drew their swords.

   "Not good! It's Zuo Huang—"

  Zuo Huang, one of the three guardians of the Demon Palace, is a golden eagle with extremely high cultivation and extremely cruel methods.

   Once faced off with a group of elders from Lingxian Mountain, they fought for three days and three nights, but in the end it was only a draw.

   It is conceivable how terrifying his skill is.

  Several disciples secretly thought badly, holding swords vigilantly, and standing leaning on each other.

   kept backing away, obviously not wanting to face him head-on.

   "What? Want to run after destroying this place?"

  Zuo Huang sneered, his palms were full of black energy, ready to go.

   "Where is the thing? Hidden so soon?"

   "..." Several disciples leaning on each other glanced at each other, a little stunned.

  The disciple headed by him was quite calm, holding his sword and facing him.

   "You may have misunderstood. We didn't destroy this place. We also heard the movement, so we came here."

   "We don't know what's going on here either."

   Zuo Huang sneered, not believing it at all.

  How hypocritical these cultivators are, and how deceptive their mouths are, he has long understood clearly and clearly.

   On the surface, they hypocritically said that they didn’t take it, but in private—

   Who knows what they did to this place! ?

  Zuo Huang approached step by step, his black wings spread wide.

  The wind was raging all around, and the evil spirit was rampant, and he had no patience.

   "Say! Where did you put it?!"

   "If you don't say it..."

   Just die for me!

   Several disciples were still retreating, retreating again and again, not daring to confront him at all.

  At the beginning, several elders tried their best to cultivate, but they only got a draw with him.

  If we change a few of them...

  The leading disciples blocked the juniors behind and said, "Zuo Huang, we don't know what you're talking about."

   "There's something here that we really don't know, and we didn't destroy it, we—"

  Zuo Huang has completely lost his patience.

  Fang Tianji is broken, oppressive and strong.

   "Since you can't understand human language so much, then..."

  The black air is strong, like an arrow on a string, whizzing towards it, and its moves are fatal.

  The faces of several people changed suddenly.

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far away.

  Mingxiu Mountain.

  The man in the white dress holding the egg landed on the ground and appeared.

  The white feet fell and landed on the soft grass.

  She hugged the egg and looked into the distance.

   Obviously felt the fierce fighting sound from that side.

   I don't know what conflict happened.

The aftermath caused by    even spread to this side.

   She looked at it for a while, then looked down at the egg she had stolen.

  The egg was very quiet, and there was still no movement.

   Instead, it was her hand, the blood on it had been absorbed.

  (end of this chapter)