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Chapter seven hundred and fifty-seven, making an oolong?(2/2)

When the nightmare Queen killed the blood flowed into a river, such a shadow appeared in the sky. The imperial guards gathered at the first time, and strong people from the palace flocked out.

Several streams of light shone across the sky.

That is the guardian of the royal family and also the worship of the palace.

The three spiritual emperors, the leader is Zhongli.

"Nightmare Queen, you still dare to show up. This time, I want to see who can protect you if you kill the Taoist! " Zhongli roared.

The sound is like a bell, shaking the sky and the earth.

The imperial guards surrounded the shadows in the sky, carrying a spirit-breaking net and a crossbow that specializes in dealing with spiritual cultivation.

But strangely, the Nightmare Queen did not show up.

Zhongli sneered: "What's the point of hiding your head and revealing your tail? This is your breath. I recognize you even if it turns into ashes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow in the sky began to slowly dissipate.

There is nothing.

It seems like everything is an illusion.

“…”

The palace fell into a dead silence.

Did you... make a mistake?

Zhongli's face looked ugly. This slap came too quickly. Where did the Nightmare Queen go? Why did it disappear?

Then he seemed to remember something and was shocked.

not good!
Chapter completed!
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