【Things like life are always in my own hands.

The only freedom of all creatures like you who are involuntarily controlled by supernatural powers is to choose life or death before being controlled.]

"die?"

【Are you afraid?】

"I'm not afraid! But I want to save them, I want to save them..."

【Then go, look forward, and make your own choices.】

Iron Fan looked up and saw the blood-lit back of the Ancestor of the Styx. His body trembled a few times, then lowered his head.

With a sigh, the phantom around her gradually moved away, and what followed was the shouts from the moment the tribe members disappeared.

The only freedom is to choose life or death...

I want to save them, I want to save them...

As she got up, the iron fan didn't know where she came from. She kept moving forward, her steps gradually became faster and she didn't notice the few Taoist rhymes around her.

The Taoist rhyme of Tai Chi diagram, the Taoist rhyme of Xuanhuang Tower, and the Taoist rhyme of Qiankun ruler!

One step, two steps...

Things like life are always in my own hands.

Always in my own hands...

Always in my own hands!

Ancestor, the clan members should not die like this. At least you would like to ask them if they would like to sacrifice themselves!

The long sword with rusty on his hands appeared in front of him...

The ancestor...

life……

‘I don’t want to die!’

puff!

The iron fan was gasping for breath and his breathing was messy.

She slowly looked up at the side face of the Ancestor Styx. Her red eyes had no anger or hatred, only the sorrow that could not be dispelled, and tears at the corners of her eyes were constantly falling.

"Old ancestor, that's not our life..."

"You dare to betray me!"

The blood rays surging around the ancestor of the Styx, and the iron fan was directly lifted away, but the whole body was steadily protected by the Xuanhuang aura.

The figure of the green bull rushed forward quickly, caught the iron fan, and landed on the side.

Li Changshou sighed softly when he saw this. The paper Taoist turned into ashes, and immortal lights flew over him, surrounding the Red Lotus and the Ancestor of the Styx...

By the city wall, where the eight masters of Taoist sects dreamed, Li Changshou took back his Taoist rhyme and yawned a little tired.

He stood up, walked carefully to Yunxiao, sat down, and sighed slowly.

This ancestor of the Styx is the real cruel man in the prehistoric world.

"longevity……"

The fairy's dreamy voice reached his ears, and Li Changshou was shocked, he leaned closer and listened carefully to the follow-up.

"Kneel down."

Li Changshou:...
Chapter completed!