Jun Moxiao nodded in agreement.

"My junior brother..."

Luo Li looked in a certain direction again, and said with admiration: "Old ancestors breathed a breath of fresh air, and everyone in Wanguiling was turned into ashes, so we must also have this kind of courage."

"Senior sister, you're right."

The expression of enlightenment appears on Jun Moxiao's face.

A sword heart becomes more and more transparent.

After the black carriage drove into the square, many disciples from the Blood Clothing Sect rushed out around.

Everyone stared at the black carriage with shock.

The heart was filled with anger.

These two young people from the Yuanhai realm are really too rampant, right?

He actually drove the carriage and broke the gate of their Blood Clothing Gate!

This is a serious provocation!

"Who are you?"

A skinny old man in blood clothes walked out of the crowd and stared at the two people with a cold face.

"You don't deserve to know!"

Luo Li's eyes were as frost as frost, and she was firmly determined.

She stared at the elder at the first level of the God-Sculpting Realm and said lightly: "The disciples of the Blood Clothing Sect are arrogant and domineering, and deserve severe punishment. You should put down your weapons quickly, hand over the storage ring, and run away!"

After hearing Luo Li's words.

This elder of the Blood Clothing Sect in the God-Sculpting Realm was so angry that he trembled all over.
Chapter completed!