Suddenly, his face changed.

Halfway through the mountain, the villa burned into ruins actually recovered quickly again, like a magic trick, and in a blink of an eye, it was restored to its original appearance, just like before.

He took a breath of cold air and his spine became cold.

What the hell is this?

Now, even he felt shocked.

He was chopped and killed so many times without any damage. This is definitely the most terrifying evil spirit he has ever seen.

Is Yan Qiulong dead here?

He turned around and left quickly. At this time, it was no longer a problem of showing off. He needed to find a way to report to the senior management.

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Night falls.

The noisy sounds in the villa suddenly disappeared.

A painful moan came from a room.

"I've said a long time ago that I can't kill Yan Qiulong. You don't believe it. Now I'm in trouble. It's actually Xue Yindao. Fortunately, he left. If he did a few more times, we would die completely."

"Yan Qiulong was not our killing, it was because he was too greedy. We just told him the news of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing, and he ran over to die."

A gloomy voice shouted.

"What's the use of saying this now? The people from the Longmen need to completely keep an eye on us. We must get out of trouble as soon as possible and escape from here, otherwise, there will be a big trouble."

Another sound rang out.

"Damn it, how could there be a Xueyin Knife? Xueyin Knife was born? This is an ancient holy weapon of the human race. It has killed the great demon king. Fortunately, he doesn't know how to use it yet, otherwise we will all die!"

The gloomy voice said angrily.
Chapter completed!