"Um!"

Murong Wanwan's face turned flushed and responded softly like a mosquito hum.

At this moment, her eyes closed and her face was full of spring, as if she was savoring the wonderful taste before.

Soon, the exhausted Murong Wanwan fell into a deep sleep.

Although I was a little tired from the process, I did not fall asleep immediately, but instead reached out to calculate.

I don’t know when I count, but I’m shocked when I count.

He found out that he had been telling Murong Wanwan for more than two months!

Although Cheng Buzheng was a little surprised, he felt quite content when he thought of his ability to tell stories.

Immediately!

He stretched out his hand into a sword-like finger and pointed it at his forehead.

In an instant, the soul puppets arranged outside all woke up.

Even if many soul puppets have not lost contact?

But to prevent monks from contacting him through the Fudao Hall and many Beppu, they naturally need to check it out.

after all!

It took him a long time to go to Jin before.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the past, Chengbuzheng had only checked once every six months, but this time has passed a little long!

Thoughts.

In addition to many immortal cities in the Immortal Alliance, in the Beppu opened by Cheng Buzheng, low-level soul puppets opened their eyes together.

soon!

Many low-level soul puppets turned into dolls again and fell into a state of silence.

But in Beppu outside the Immortal Alliance City, the soul puppet was not like this, but instead waved his hand.

A stream of light flew into his palm.

The inspiration dissipated, revealing a sound transmission note.

A ray of spiritual light shot into the spiritual talisman.

Immediately afterwards.

This one-time sound transmission note began to burn in mid-air.

As the fire flashed, a strange sound came.

Less tilt.

Ashes fell to the ground, and the soul puppet also turned into dolls and landed on the ground again.

And the true deity in the Lingshan Cave of the Immortal Palace, a thoughtful look flashed in Cheng Buzheng's eyes.

good.

This note was sent by the Immortal Alliance Spirit News Agency.

The general idea is that the ancestor of Baiyun Sect fell, and the sect asked him to go back and take charge of the sect.

About this news!

Although Cheng Buzheng was a little surprised, he was also expected.

After all, when he destroyed the ancestor Zhong and the true king of Feng Ling, he thought of this possibility.

The Baiyun Sect and Qingmu Sect, without the Nascent Soul Cultivator, could not protect this huge profit at all.

Not to disband the sect?

It is to give up interests!

Or ask him to go back or ask for foreign aid!

Originally, Cheng Buzheng believed that the greatest possibility was that the golden elixir monks from Baiyun Sect would divide the resources of the sect and go their separate ways.

In this way, the benefits obtained by those Jindan monks will be maximized.

As for giving up the interests of the sect and sticking to the sect, it is inevitable that it will decline, and there is a great possibility that some sects will encounter plans.

Invite foreign aid, it is even more impossible.

The True Lord of the Yuanying is not something you can invite if you want, but you can send it away if you want.

At that time, the situation will form, it is easy to ask God to send God to God!

It is precisely because of this!

Cheng Buzheng was a little surprised by the choice of the golden elixir monks in Baiyun Sect.
Chapter completed!