They were pressed hard, no fighting broke out, and no sound was heard.

Bang!

Another tragic roar resounded in the headquarters of the Duanyin Temple, and the life essence surged to the extreme and spread out in all directions like the morning glow.

Immediately.

A dragon shadow covered in blood fell from the sky and hit the ground hard.

Xiao Ye was unable to show his second form and turned into a human form. He couldn't find a single intact part of his body and half-knelt on the ground, extremely weak.

"It's reached its limit."

"However, it's still better than I expected."

Mo Yuan approved.

Xiao Ye fought for an entire stack at the base camp of Duanyin Temple, killing ten mid-level ninth-level figures.

Such a record is quite amazing in Qingcheng, and it does not disgrace the power of Qingteng.

"That's enough. The Hunyuan-level treasures you got are not too many, but they are quite a lot."

"Go back."

Mo Yuan looked at Xiao Yedao, turned around and left after speaking.

"Senior Brother Mo Yuan..."
Chapter completed!