After handing over the exercises, the immortal who made a stick asked slightly strangely.

Jinghe: What does it have to do with you?

His handsome face turned red, and then bowed to Guiyi Zhenren: "It's better to go to my place to comprehend, and my place is pure."

Ignore the mental retardation problem of the great immortal who made a stick.

When Guiyi Zhenren saw that he had obtained the martial arts, he didn't listen carefully to what the old man was saying.

After hearing Jinghe's words, he just nodded: "Go quickly and go quickly."

The two immortals quickly disappeared, leaving only the great immortal who made a stick and patted his chest with lingering fear.

It's simply scary.

Outside the ancient city of Yang.

Bai Sang's figure rose and fell a few times and passed the swamp outside the city.

The city gate was closed, but there were countless corpses outside the city.

Everyone is not covered with inches of hair, only skin and bones are left.

Bai Sang felt even more depressed.

But soon, her depression turned into a rage.

More than half of the corpses were incomplete.

Some are physically incomplete, but more are physically incomplete.

Bai Sang closed his eyes slightly, suppressing the urge to slap the city in his heart.
Chapter completed!