Mr. Han nodded and said, "Last time, you suffered a loss in the Yuexiu Clan. I will give you a chance to take revenge. You can go to the Yuexiu Clan with Wuxu!"

As soon as Mr. Han said these words, the master of the fantasy beast clan named Hotan immediately showed a ferocious smile on his face. He hurriedly bowed to Mr. Han and thanked him loudly, "Thank you, Mr. Han! Don't worry, Mr. Han, this time, I will

We must wipe out the Yuexiu Clan in one fell swoop!"

"Go!" Mr. Han waved his hand and said.\%_%_Original_Creation%_%\

Hui Wuxu took a long breath, glanced at Qin Dong one last time, shook his head slightly, with a touch of sadness and helplessness in his eyes, and led a dozen Piaomiao Sect masters, together with Hotan, to turn towards the Yuexiu Clan.

Sweep away in the direction where it is.

Mr. Han's recruitment was divided into two directions, which made Qin Dong both happy and worried. What he was happy about was that it was convenient for him to defeat them one by one. But what he was worried about was that if he could not quickly deal with Mr. Han, the Yuexiu Clan's

The situation is dangerous.[

Hui Wuxu is an eighth-level monk, and Hotan's cultivation is no worse than that of a seventh-level monk. These two alone are enough to sweep away the Yuexiu clan. What's more, Hui Wuxu also has more than a dozen sixth-level monks under his command.

The masters of the seventh level, the Yuexiu Clan, were as fragile as sheep in front of them, unable to contend with them at all.

However, when Qin Dong thought about Hui Wuxu, the sadness in his heart could not help but lighten a lot, and he vaguely felt that Hui Wuxu would not kill the Yuexiu clan.

"Chang Qi, after taking care of this kid, go directly to the Jinmang Sect headquarters without any delay!" After sending him back to Wuxu, Mr. Han gave another instruction to Chang Qi.

Chang Qi chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Han, maybe I will catch up with you before you even reach the Jinmang Sect headquarters."

Mr. Han did not speak, but glanced at Qin Dong, waved his hand, and led more than thirty warriors from the Fantasy Beast Tribe to their feet and headed straight for the Jinmang Sect.

"Hehe... boy, if you had happily agreed to return to Wuxu, you wouldn't have died. So, you brought all this on yourself. When you get to the underworld, don't blame me.

"Enter." Chang Qi obviously regarded Qin Dong as the fish on his chopping board, with a relaxed expression and didn't take Qin Dong seriously at all.

"Why, you fantasy beasts are so murderous that you are afraid of ghosts?" Qin Dong smiled coldly and retorted.

"Good boy, you are just about to die, and you are still using your words. It seems that if I kill you happily, it will be too easy for you!" Chang Qi raised his eyebrows and scolded coldly.

"Ha! We thought of going together." Qin Dong smiled.

"What do you mean?" For some reason, looking at Qin Dong's smile, Chang Qi felt faintly cold in his heart.

The smile on Qin Dong's face suddenly faded, his face was gloomy and cold, and he said suddenly, "I was just thinking about how brutally beasts like you Fantasy Beast Clan should be killed in order to comfort those who died tragically.

The human undead in your hands?"

"You brat, I think you've lost your mind and gone crazy! You actually want to kill me?" Chang Qi couldn't believe his ears and looked at Qin Dong with a surprised and angry look.

"That's right! Not only do I want to kill you, but any phantom beast tribe that falls into my hands will only die!" Qin Dong's electric eyes suddenly glared, with a cold light and spreading pressure. Chang Qi only felt that
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