Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"Go back and find Master. Master should have a solution."

The leading disciple muttered, "This monster's cultivation is too deep. I'm afraid we can't deal with it just by relying on the words of a few of us."

"It's better to go back to find Master first, and we'll make long-term plans then."

Several others listened and nodded in agreement.

All the magical weapons in their hands were put away.

"Let me see who dares to leave-"

Suddenly, the wind picked up again.

A dark and angry male voice fell from the sky.

Black air lingers and fills the air.

Teng Teng fell and landed on the opposite side of the collapse.

The black wings spread out and then retracted.

A man in black armor and feathers appeared there.

Holding the Fangtian Halberd in his hand, he hammered the ground heavily.

The ground shook.

The wind and sand became more violent and howling.

The evil spirits are everywhere.

The Lingxian Mountain disciples were instantly alert and drew their swords.

"No! It's Zuo Huang——"

Zuo Huang, one of the three guardians of the Demon Palace, is a golden eagle with extremely high cultivation and extremely cruel methods.

I once faced off against a group of elders from Lingxian Mountain. The fight lasted for three days and three nights, but in the end it just ended in a draw.

One can imagine how terrifying his skills are.

Several disciples secretly thought, holding their swords vigilantly, standing leaning on each other.

He kept retreating, obviously not wanting to face him head-on.

"What? You want to run away after destroying this place?"

Zuo Huang sneered, his palms filled with black energy, ready to attack.

"Where's the stuff? Did you hide it so quickly?"

"..." Several disciples who were relying on each other looked at each other, a little stunned.

The leading disciple was still calm and faced him with his sword.

"You may have misunderstood. We did not destroy this place. We heard the noise and came here."

"We don't know what's going on here either."

Zuo Huang sneered, not believing it at all.

He had long understood clearly how hypocritical these monks were and how deceptive their mouths were.

On the surface, he pretended to say that they didn’t take it, but in private——

Who knows what they did to this place! ?

Zuo Huang approached step by step, his black wings spread wide.

There was a strong wind and evil spirits all around, and he had lost his patience.

"Say! Where did you put it?!"

"If you don't say anything..."

Just die!

Several disciples were still retreating, retreating continuously, not daring to confront him.

At the beginning, several elders tried their best to cultivate, but they only ended up in a draw with him.

If it were a few of them...

The leading disciple blocked the junior fellow apprentices behind him and said, "Zuo Huang, we don't know what you are talking about."

"We really don't know what's here, and we didn't destroy this place. We—"

Zuo Huang has completely lost his patience.

The square halberd is broken, oppressive and powerful.

"Since you are so incapable of understanding human language, then..."

The black energy is strong, like an arrow on a string, whizzing towards him with deadly moves.

Several people's expressions suddenly changed.

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far away.

Mingxiu Mountain.

The man in the white dress holding the egg landed and appeared.

The white feet fell and landed on the soft grass.

She held the egg and looked into the distance.

Apparently he felt the fierce fighting sound from that side.

I don’t know what the conflict was.

The aftermath even spread to this side.

She looked at it for a while, then looked down at the egg she had stolen.

The egg was very quiet, and there was still no movement.

On the contrary, it was her hand, the blood on it had been absorbed.