Chapter 2005

Song Yuqiao was like a sculpture. Although Yan Fang behind her couldn't see her expression, she suddenly clicked in her heart and couldn't help shouting: "Xiaoqiao, don't listen to his lies to confuse the public. This man can confuse the people most! You have to hold Xiaoqiao. So many people are waiting for you to save!"

Song Yuqiao couldn't help looking back at Yan Fang, and then turned her head to see Li Yundong. Suddenly, the gold hairpin in her hand fell to the ground, covered her face with both hands, and sobbed, "master, I can't do it, I really can't do it! I'm sorry!" then she ran downstairs quickly.

Yan Fang was furious and shouted, "useless things, you come back to me, you come back quickly!" but no matter how she shouted, song Yuqiao didn't look back. The sobbing and weeping all the way gradually disappeared. Only Yan Fang's angry roar echoed in the small building.

Su Chan and others were relieved at this time. Ruan Hongling sneered, "hum, it depends on what tricks Yan Fang has to play!"

When Ziyuan was relieved, he closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "don't talk, concentrate on luck!"

Ruan Hongling glanced, but saw that all the people upstairs closed their eyes and had quiet luck. At this time, who can recover first is the strongest expert in the game and can master the power of life and death!

Even Yan Fang held back her anger and stopped talking. She closed her eyes and focused on her anger. Ruan Hongling moved in her heart. She whispered to Ziyuan: "senior sister Ziyuan, what if someone comes at this time?"

Ziyuan didn't open her eyes. She said, "the first grade immortal in the incense burner is still burning. As long as you get close to and smell the smell, your cultivation will be reduced to the lowest point. You can't luck, and even worse than ordinary people who have no strength to bind chickens. At this time, if an ordinary person comes, it's bad, because ordinary people won't be affected by the first grade immortal."

Ruan Hongling immediately closed her eyes. She said in her heart: if an ordinary man came and killed everyone here with a steel knife, it would be the first ridiculous thing in the world! I can't die in an ordinary hand!

At this time, everyone upstairs was concentrating on quiet luck. For a time, the atmosphere was quiet and quiet. The originally quiet and elegant small building was as quiet as a cemetery, which was creepy.

All the practitioners in this building are as motionless as stone carvings, and the air around them seems to have solidified. Only the first-class immortals lit by the incense burner are slowly burning, emitting wisps of faint smoke one after another, spreading in all directions one by one.

Time passed bit by bit, and the sky slowly changed from golden black to jade rabbit, and the sky became darker and darker.

In the distance of the garden building, a middle-aged and young man hiding in the dark corner of the alley couldn't help saying to an old man beside him, "master Puren, it's getting dark. When are we going to wait?"

Guru Puren of Xiyuan temple was dressed in ordinary people's clothes. He lowered his eyes, seemed to be standing in meditation, and whispered, "fakong, what's your hurry? The great devil hasn't started yet, so naturally we can't do it!"

Fakong looked a little anxious: "but when will it wait?"