The others seized this gap and escaped the disaster of the blade in a mess.

"Protect your car, protect your car."

Someone was frightened and shouted in a trembling voice: "Honor, please protect us!"

"boom!"

A golden fist fell from the sky, broke through the top of the hall, and smashed it down on Qi Xiang's head.

"trouble!"

When Qi Xiang flicked away, his eyes quickly shone and his eyes lit up. At this time, he found that the person who shouted to protect him was a hypocritical old man.

The old man was wearing a gorgeous Taoist robe, with slightly white eyebrows and beards, well maintained, and his skin was white and tender. He looked like a simple and good person who loved labor.

Of course, the most important thing is that he was holding a bronze statue in his hand. A bronze statue of golden armored with six inches high and colorful light, exactly the same as that of the Yellow Turban Liss.

At first glance, Qi Xiang knew that the golden bronze statue must be the object of the Yellow Turban Powerful Man, which is equivalent to the life box of the Lich King in Western legend. Only by destroying the life box and being able to resurrect infinitely will the Lich King truly die.
Chapter completed!