The spiritual energy collided and stirred, and the wilderness was divided into countless pieces.
The bright red liquid splashed onto the golden talisman, and pieces of unowned magic weapons fell into pieces in the mud. At first, some people were greedy to pick them up, but later these eye-catching objects were scattered among the corpses like rubble. He was stepped on by the monks and rolled around by the sword energy.
Full of exhaustion, and even more shocked by the fact of "accidental killing of comrades", many righteous monks resisted in a daze. Some of them woke up after hearing the screams.
---If you don't fight, you will die here today!
Just cross the battlefield and stay out of the sight of these demon cultivators! Where there is life, there is hope! !
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