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Chapter 1845

The woman interrupted Qin Cheng, she sighed and took Fang Xiaodie over.

"The final battle in the Trial Land is coming soon, and by then, I will tell you everything. Before that, don't look for me, don't think about these things, and survive."

After saying these meaningful words, the woman looked at Qin Cheng deeply, then hugged Fang Xiaodie and walked into the darkness.

"She seems to have admitted that she is Su Wan." Ye Zun looked at the woman's disappearing back and spoke.

"No matter what, when you arrive at the final battle of the Central Tower, everything will come to light." Qin Cheng took a deep breath.

However, the most important thing for the three of them at this time was to avoid Zhao Ding's pursuit.

"Go to the Palace of Fire."

Qin Cheng took the two of them and flew into the palace.

Not long after, Zhao Ding stepped forward, and he looked up at the towering flame palace on the hill, with a hint of murderous intent on his eyes.

"Don't you run away? Didn't you notice my tracking, or have accepted your fate, or have conspired to plot against me here." Zhao Ding murmured.

The dark little ghost was floating not far from him, clamoring towards the palace, making a shrill sound.

"But no matter how much you resist Qincheng, you are just a little flea in my hand. I can suppress everything with a wave of my hand."

Zhao Ding smiled coldly and suddenly flew up.

The golden light in his body radiated, and wherever he passed, the palaces were shattered and turned into powder.

Under the influence of the starry air, Zhao Ding was like a god at this time and was unstoppable.

“It’s there.”

As the palaces collapsed, Zhao Ding suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked in one of them.

There is an abandoned temple, as if it had just experienced a battle, with broken walls and ruins everywhere.

"Let me see what you plan."

Zhao Ding sneered and suddenly flew towards it.

At the same time, Qin Cheng sat quietly cross-legged in the sword tomb. He felt Zhao Ding's breath, suddenly opened his eyes, put away the golden feathers, and the fifth star light in his eyebrows completely dimmed.

Originally, Qincheng planned to hunt the Star Illusion Beast to replenish golden feathers, but the situation was too late at this time.

If you still have a glimmer of hope for a comeback, the golden feathers will definitely be the only chance.

"Qincheng, take your last resort, otherwise you will die!"

Zhao Ding's golden figure appeared, his voice was extremely domineering and resounding all over the world.

He floated above Qin Cheng's head, and the long sword fell in his hand, and the sword light pointed directly at Qin Cheng.

"As you wish."

Qin Cheng suddenly looked up, and all kinds of long swords trembled around the sword tomb, as if they were responding.

"I'm sorry for you. I wanted you to stay here quietly forever, but now I can only ask you for help."

Qin Cheng felt guilty in his eyes and reached out to touch the useless swords beside him.

"Haha, it's ridiculous. Have you been driven crazy by me? You actually talked to this trash."

Seeing this, Zhao Ding couldn't help laughing with a sarcastic look on his face.


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