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While speaking, the bat dragon suddenly stopped in a hill and hovered in the sky. Mo Ran looked down and saw a spell floating faintly on the charred ground below. There was a man sitting in the center of the spell, and there was still a man standing straight behind him.

"Go down." Li Xin said, and soon jumped.

The others jumped down immediately, and the bat dragon cried and flew into the distance.

The land under my feet was very hot, and twisted heat was faintly rising in the air. The temperature on the ground was so high! It seemed that no matter whether it was a formation or a forbidden spell, the Dragon Fear Flame could no longer be hidden.

"Hmph! It's so slow!"

A heavy humming came from the front, the sound was a bit scary, hoarse and vicious.

Mo Ran was trying to see the person sitting upright clearly. At first he heard such an ugly sound, but the sound was indeed coming from the person's mouth. He was wearing a black cloak as thick as linen, and there were obvious traces of sewn on the cloak, piled up one by one, and at first glance, like a beggar.

He held the seal in his hand and his eyes were not open. This person should be Tong He. However, Tong He's appearance was not as young as Li Xin and others. As his voice, his face was also very old, with wrinkles on his face, and his face was very fierce. He didn't look like a kind senior.

There was a man standing behind him, wearing a pitch-black cloak, but the cloak was much cleaner. He was a young man with a gloomy breath. Even if he stood expressionlessly, he gave people a feeling of badness.

Jiang Chao walked forward first and bowed deeply to Tong He. "Master." When he stood up, he called out to the young man again: "Senior Brother."

Mo Ran raised his eyebrows and turned out that this person was Tong He's other apprentice.

Tong He opened his eyes and said "yes" almost impossible to detect. His eyes passed by Jiang Chao and fell sharply on Mo Ran.

The eyes were very poisonous, but they were not malicious. With an unconcealed oppression, they stared at Mo Ran straight at him. The others who had been staring at him became strange and didn't say anything.

Mo Ran walked forward and saluted: "Senior."

"You are Mo Ran." The turbid eyes burst into sharp golden light. Such a sure tone surprised everyone else, and he immediately said: "You are Jiang Chao's wife."

The same confident tone seemed to explain why he cared about who she was.

Mo Ran met those eyes that had been tempered by time, and looked at such a person with great pressure, as if he had already understood everything and was constantly conveying pressure. The more powerful people practiced, the more restrained they became, but Tong He was not like that. He did not look like a master. On the contrary, he was a kind of cruel character who would stay away from him if he saw it.

But Mo Ran did not avoid it. She now knew that Tong He had indeed waited for her for a long time, as if this side should have seen her long ago.

"Yes, I am Jiang Chao's wife, senior, what are your instructions?" Mo Ran stared slightly, preventing himself from being suppressed by the other party.

Tong He stared at her for a while, then his eyes moved away, and the sense of oppression suddenly disappeared. He closed his eyes again and suddenly said in an unknown way: "The curse can only be solved, not suppressed."

Mo Ran frowned slightly, not understanding whether this was said to her. Just as he was about to ask, Jiang Chao pulled her aside.

Mo Ran asked with his eyes, but Jiang Chao shook his head. Mo Ran had to temporarily withdraw his curiosity. She nodded to Jiang Chao's senior brother, but the man just nodded coldly, with no turbulent expression on his face.

Mo Ran couldn't help but feel funny. Jiang Chao's master and senior brother were really cold-faced. Jiang Chao stood with them and seemed out of place.

Now it seems that Tong He is really like a person who can ruthlessly start a murder. On the contrary, Mo Ran suddenly doesn't believe that such a person will come here to voluntarily "reflect" for hundreds of years...

"Old He, you're calling me a little. I see that the Dragon Fear Flame is almost spurting out. Why don't you wait to turn into a roasted crane before notifying us?" Luo Chuan didn't know where he turned out to be a big palm fan and fanned hard. His long beard was messed up. His whole person moved without any image, and he almost jumped like a monkey, and his old face was also hot and red.

Mo Ran couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. The longer he got along with this master, the faster the image of the bone fairy wind seemed to collapse...

"Whitebeest, if you can fight the guy below alone, even if you can spit out ivory from your mouth, I can put it back for you myself." Tong He said, it was worse than bad, and it seemed that Tong He was better. He was a little more fierce and had such an innate advantage.

Luo Chuan really jumped up. Isn’t this scolding him? Luo Chuan couldn’t bear this, and pointed at Tong He and cursed, “Your mouth is the dog’s mouth! Your whole family has dog’s mouth!”

"master."

"master."

Mo Ran and Jiang Chao called out at the same time, of course they called their own masters. They wanted to remind the two masters not to rush to reminisce about the past or quarrel here, and there is still something to do.

But Luo Chuan was stunned for a moment and suddenly said, "No, your whole family is not a dog-mouth, only you, the old crane!" Tong He's whole family includes Jiang Chao, Jiang Chao's family, Mo Ran, isn't Mo Ran's whole family have him? No, won't that scold himself too?

"Stop talking." Li Xin stopped Luo Chuan, who was still trying to debate, asked Tong He, "Tong He, can't the guys under this island be locked up?"

Tong He was still closing his eyes, and the black spell slowly floated when he sat down. Mo Ran could see after a while that Tong He was using his cultivation to maintain the spell of Beiqiu Island. No wonder he sat here motionless.

At this time, Tong He said in a hoarse voice: "I can't hold it back anymore. There are no strong people in the Xumi Realm who are good at sealing, and no one can make up for this seal formation."

Hearing this, Li Xin's face also calmed down a lot, while Luo Chuan slapped his palm-leaf fan and said, "I haven't moved my muscles for a long time."

Jinxin looked at the spell under his feet, and after a while, he said, "How to do it? Do you have a curse?"

Tong He said, "You go down and cut off the Wuji Lock on his back. That guy has a clear grudge. At least he will not make trouble in the Sumeru Realm."
Chapter completed!