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The cultivator who leads the Deep Stream Sect is an old man with many strange protrusions on his face, giving him a very sinister appearance. His eyes and pupils are as vertical as cats, and whenever he blinks, anyone who looks at him will feel strange. Currently, he is observing the formation of the spiritstreamsect spell formed on it.

Soon, a beam of light was shot down and landed in another area of ​​the mountflamecrane. More than a hundred people slowly objectified, Ouyang Jie was in front. When the woman from pillstreamsect and the old man from profoundstreamsect saw him, their faces flashed unexpectedly.

"Taoist Jackal!"

Ouyang Jie chuckled softly, and then said, "Taoist Hai. Taoist Lin. Long time no see."

After all the disciples realized, he waved his hand and eliminated the protective shield generated by the formation of spells. Then he walked forward.

As the foundation's trainers began to discuss, Yan Xiaobao rubbed his eyes and looked around, feeling a little confused. Seeing the huge sword made him panting. Looking up, he realized that he could not even see the end of the hilt; it disappeared above the clouds. It was indeed shocking.

A slight panting could be heard around him, as the disciples of other spiritual stream sects also raised their heads in shock on the huge sword.

It was at this point that Bai Xiaobao noticed that there were much fewer people around him. After they left, they gathered 200 people, but now only one hundred people are with him.
Chapter completed!