"Master, let's leave here quickly!"

Zhan Wuque urged as soon as he entered the door.

"Dugu Donor, are you?"

Jingwu was meditating and had no idea what was happening outside.

"Let's talk about it on the way."

Zhan Wuque turned around and strode away.

Although Jingwu was confused, he still subconsciously followed him.

After the two left the inn, Jingwu realized that it was already in chaos outside.

Especially in the center of the city, in the direction of the Black Soul Temple, there was thick smoke rolling and a ruin.

"Is this... Could it be that the donor did it?"

Jingwu opened his mouth wide in shock.

Is this what people do?

I just went out and it took me so long to make the Black Soul Temple look like this.

In fact, Jingwu was a misunderstanding. The ruins had nothing to do with Zhan Wuque. They were all caused by the fight of the little eagle.

The two quickly left Black Soul City.

Shortly after they left, the two powerful martial masters from the Black Soul Temple received the news and rushed back immediately.

"Who did it!"

Wukong looked at the empty treasure house and his anger surged in his heart.

"You said that the one who is attacking a seventh-level giant eagle?"

Wuchen asked.

"Yes, we only saw a giant eagle, and we didn't realize that a young man left the treasure house and left the giant eagle."

The monk next to him hurriedly said.

Wukong looked at the backyard that had turned into ruins and the corpses of those who died in the hands of the little eagle, and his murderous intent became stronger and stronger.

"They must have not gone far. Please tell me where they are leaving!"

No more time to bow down.

But this time, the double-faced Buddha statue suddenly shook violently, and cracks appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!