It was dead quiet.

In the world, it was as solemn as if it was filled with swords and swords.

Even the rolling yellow sand suddenly stopped.

"Forget it, you coincide with Xu Qingfeng. If I don't come, would you go directly?" Chen Daojun's rare tone softened and took a step back.

"This is the responsibility of being a father!"

Chen Daolin flew past Chen Daojun and walked towards the depths of the darkness.

Step by step, heavy and firm.

The tremendous murderous intent, as anxious as prison, vented from Chen Dao's body and rushed straight to the night sky.

Even Chen Daojun couldn't help but remain silent, raised his head and looked into the sky.

"More than 20 years ago, if I didn't take action, the name of the God of Killing would have fallen on you."

After saying that, Chen Daojun moved his feet, but his figure shook and went directly to Chen Daolin's side.

"The tomb guardian has been trapped in the tomb for eight hundred years, and should not be underestimated. Don't be impulsive!"

"Old ancestor...":

Chen Daolin kept walking and smiled jokingly: "Why are you afraid of having your ancestors and Mr. Jiang Liu?"

Chen Daojun paused slightly.

Next second.

A figure came quickly like a flowing wind and snow.
Chapter completed!