The chaotic spiritual energy condensed into something like snowflakes, which flew and fell one after another.
In the blink of an eye, a thick layer accumulated on the ground. Due to the previous influence of purple energy, the immortals could not use their true energy flexibly. They stepped out one step at a time, almost ecstatic.
"Sect master?" Immortal Lord Qinghe saw that Yang Xinyue was in a bad situation.
The sun and moon in the trapped formation were like twin lotus flowers. Although they had long since separated from their true bodies, they disappeared into thin air and still had a considerable impact on Yang Xinyue.
"I'm fine." Yang Xinyue's face turned pale, and the bitterness in his smile quickly disappeared. He said to Immortal Qinghe, "You should be happy to be freed from prison."
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