Chapter Three Hundred and Seventy-One: Spirit Storage

ound. Blood dripped from the Pianshan Blade.More figures of cultivators gathered, and a Tian Jiu roared angrily: “Lu Yiye, you are courting death!”When the nine cultivators' words fell that day, spell...The Wanmo Ridge side could see Lu Ye's tremendous threat to their own side, wanting to eliminate him to eradicate the future trouble. On the other hand, the Haotiantian Alliance wouldn't miss this either.

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Because different positions lead to different attitudes towards people and things.

Thewe obtain in the end will only be a Level 2 spiritual land.""Run! Lots of people are going that way, lots and lots!">>A simple reply: "Got it, thank you!"Shen Xiaomiao didn't say anything more. As so...