Just four words made Chen Li cried and bent.

"Brother..." He cried bitterly, and it had been a long time since he heard this sound that made him feel at ease.

At the same time, around Zhanmo Pavilion.

In the strong wind, Chen Qingxi's stone statue trembled slightly.

The mottled stones fell off slightly, revealing the strong body inside.

In the thunder, lightning and lightning surged, like a river flowing into the sea, rushing into the bamboo house.

Among them, Chen Daoyuan looked solemn.

"If I hear this, my heart is as vast as thunder!"

A whisper came from Chen Daoyuan's mouth.

The earth cracked slightly under heavy rain.

A white jade demon coffin gradually exposed.

The magic coffin opened, and a jade-like hand slightly poked out...

In the desert, a grain of sand gradually drifted away from this place.

The sand condensed into a burly figure, drifting with the wind.

Floating, floating, he floated under the ancient tree in Sangyang.

He bowed deeply to Chen Li.

"Uncle San, let's go and save Xiaoran together." He spoke in a deep voice.

He is Chen Shanhe.

The spring breeze is gentle, blowing the purple bamboo forest and swaying gently.

The great way is like the sky, and chaos is born by itself.

The wind comes from afar, and the truth gathers from the bamboo forest.

Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai circling in the sky.

There were thunderstorms above it.

There is a disaster that gathers from the sky, and the eagle is buried and shared and eaten.

A figure gradually manifested itself in the bamboo forest.

A soft murmur sounded, as if it was a sing.
Chapter completed!