Su Xuan originally thought he was from the Ice Buddha Tantric Sect, but he didn't think so.

The Nandu monk in front of me was unfathomable, and he was unpredictable.

The middle-aged man is Wang Dabing.

It was thanks to his son Wang Dachui that Su Xuan was able to escape from the Shanhe Sword Sect back then.

Thinking of the little melon-skinned monk, Su Xuan also thought of one of the visions in the Tiannan Immortal Sea, the headless holy Buddha.

Su Xuan remembered that Wang Dachui had his head chopped off by the Holy Buddha. Not only did he not die, he was also dragged into his hands, which frightened Su Xuan enough.

"What's up?"

Su Xuan remained calm, a little surprised that Nandu monk recognized him.

"After a few years apart, the donor's practice has become more profound.

I was wrong at first, the donor also had great kindness in his heart."

Monk Nandu's gentle and charitable smile makes people feel like a breeze blowing on their face.

But looking at Su Xuan at this moment, surprise flashed through his calm eyes.

In his opinion, Su Xuan had a murderous nature and had fallen into darkness.

But now, although it was still fierce, there was a hint of awe-inspiring wind, which made him secretly amazed.

"Why are you here?"

Su Xuan didn't want to reveal his identity.

"His child is here, and we have come after him."

Monk Nandu said.

Su Xuanwei was shocked.

What Monk Nandu means is that the Holy Buddha is also here! Su Xuan can't help but be afraid, knowing that the Holy Buddha wanted to kill him before, saying that he would kill evil and become a Buddha! "Donor, you'd better be careful these days. The Lianbao Pavilion is not very peaceful recently.

Something big is going to happen."

Nandu monk’s advice.

Su Xuan's eyes flashed and he said: "Thank you, Master."

Monk Nandu saved his life back then. Su Xuan has never forgotten this kindness, so he will naturally respect him more.

"Also, the ancient city ahead is a little weird.

If you go, it might be in some danger."

Monk Nandu looked deeply at Su Xuan.

Su Xuan was shocked.

"But... this seems to be a disaster you must face..." Monk Nandu did not say anything clearly, and left quietly with Wang Dabing.

"Jie..." Su Xuan whispered and sneered.

Su Xuan's life was full of calamities, so how could he care so much! If it was a calamity, he would just crush it! Su Xuan didn't stop at all, and headed directly towards the city ahead.

That place is called Chaoxi City.

... Compared with the huge city of Luoying, Chaoxi City looks like a delicate little girl.

The city is filled with flowers of all colors.

In the very center, a flower bed was suddenly built a few days ago.

There is a stone statue of a woman on it.

Her whole body was slightly cracked, with a dark golden color looming inside.

Hundreds of flowers bloomed in all directions, and there was a hint of wind and snow.

As for Chaoxi City...it has always been like spring all year round.

The creatures in Chaoxi City were amazed, wondering what this female stone statue was.

At night, some people even heard rumors that they had seen snow-white monsters echoing around, which was eerie to the bone.

No one knew that this stone statue would shed tears at night.

His tears were red, filled with anger and unwillingness.

In the stone statue, there is an armored woman struggling silently.
Chapter completed!