This island is in the shape of a dragon, and there are formations all around the island to hide it.

If we didn't use our spiritual sense to detect it, we wouldn't have discovered this island at all.

within the island.

In a dragon-shaped palace.

A man wearing a golden dragon robe had a gloomy expression. He looked at a man in black kneeling on the ground in front of him.

He asked coldly: "You said that the fifth young master's life tablet was broken!"

"Yes! The fifth young master's life card is broken!"

"I have sent people to investigate outside the secret territory of the witch group. I think there will be news soon!"

The man in black kneeling on the ground said in a deep voice.

"I want to know the ins and outs of the matter, and also the True Dragon Heavenly Talisman in Qing'er's hand. I must find a way to retrieve it."

The man in the golden dragon robe spoke.

Another place.

Tianxie Sect.

A sect exuding a cold and evil aura.

At the foot of Tianxie Sect's mountain gate is a land of rolling magma.

The magma emits billowing heat.

This hot air collided with the cold air emanating from the Tianxie Sect.

A mixed flow of hot and cold air formed, shrouding the surroundings of Tianxie Sect.

It serves as the natural protective shield of Tianxie Sect.

Within the main hall.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of the mouth of a middle-aged man with an elegant face, and he was holding a broken life tablet in his hand.

"Tian Xiezi is dead, and someone else refined my evil king's seat map!"

"Who is it?"

The middle-aged man murmured.

"Someone is coming!"

"Meet the Sect Master!"

"Go to the secret realm of the ancestral witch and find out what's going on. If you find out the news, let me know!"

The middle-aged man ordered.

"yes!"

The man in black exited the palace.

True Demonic Cult.

In a closed space.

An old man had red eyes, flying hair, and a ferocious expression.

"How could the Supreme True Magic Clothes that I have worked so hard to condense be refined by others!"

While he's talking!

A mouthful of blood spurted out again.

The old man stopped talking and concentrated on crossing his legs.

Because the Taishang True Magic Clothes was refined, he could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood while practicing, and was severely injured.

"When I recover from last time, I'm going to see who is snatching my Taishang Magic Clothes!"
Chapter completed!