Lin Xunran suddenly looked up and his spiritual sense covered him. In an instant, he saw a magnificent and magnificent picture of the heavenly tribulation.

It was a majestic purple mountain. The sky above the mountain was covered with dark clouds of disaster, like the curtain of eternal night.

The dazzling and terrifying thunders were like python dragons, rolling and roaring in the catastrophe clouds, and the roar was like a war drum beat by a god.

This is a huge and rare disaster of sainthood!

Soon, Lin Xun's eyes suddenly shrank, and his spiritual sense was firmly pulled by a beautiful figure standing on the top of the purple mountain.

The beautiful figure is graceful and slender, with a fluttering dress and a black black hair tied up high, revealing a beautiful and beautiful white face.

She was alone, standing on the cliff, and her graceful figure flowed through the illusory Dao light, just like a fairy who was in the dust, with a thrilling beauty.

However, her expression was rarely solemn at this moment. She looked up at the sky. There were many disasters and the aura of destruction filled with destruction and would soon come!

Jingxuan!

It's really her!

At this moment, Lin Xun couldn't help laughing, his eyes were bright, and his heart was filled with joy.

I have been away for more than a year, but now I finally meet each other. I am fine, and I am fine. The joy of meeting again is just like that!

But immediately, the joy in Lin Xun's expression was replaced by a cold feeling.

In his spiritual sense, another aura was captured, an aura that seemed plain and restrained, but was actually sharp and extremely domineering.

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Chapter completed!