She herself was as light and slow as falling leaves. Her Taoist robes were flying around, like a fairy.

Tens of thousands of people, soldiers and magicians below all saw this scene.

Unknowingly, a large number of people knelt down and kowtowed to her with pious faces.

Some people burst into tears, some prayed loudly and cried.

Even many soldiers knelt down and kowtowed.

Perhaps many people simply regard her as a fairy descending to earth.

Yu Hong raised his head and looked at this scene as well, understanding what Quan He meant.

In such a chaotic and dangerous situation, everyone needs a hope, a anchor that can unite everyone's morale and expectations.

She took such a high-profile action just to give people this hope.

And in the current warlock world, she is the only one who can do this.

Not long after, Quan He landed on the ground, waved his hand, and the eyes of the people around him were blurred. Countless white feathers appeared out of thin air. After they dispersed, three old Taoists with different expressions were revealed inside.

It was Jinguang Taoist Lian Yunzi and Zhang Yaochen.

All three of them were the masters of the Nine Sects in the previous generation, but they all felt extremely uncomfortable under Quan He's strange movement technique.

Looking at the pale faces of the three of them and the foaming at the corners of their mouths, you know that they must have been moved more than once along the way.

At this time, waves of cheers came from the distance.

Apparently a large area of ​​monsters had been cleared, which greatly boosted everyone's morale and started cheering.

"It seems that Pindao is not too late." Quan He winked at Yu Hong.

"Senior, you came at the right time." Yu Hong felt relieved immediately when he saw this person.

Just by standing next to the other party, one can sense circles of exaggerated invisible pressure, spreading and surging towards the surroundings like ocean waves.
Chapter completed!