Bai Ye vomited blood and was knocked away, and fell to the ground in a mess.

All the soul energy was like a collapsed mountain, and it was completely broken and scattered, especially in a mess.

Ling Jian frowned slightly.

But the light in the entire temple suddenly dimmed.

The air became cold.

The atmosphere becomes depressing.

In the void, a wonderful force seemed to be injected into it and connected the entire area.

What a wonderful spirit!

Then, a figure slowly walked into the temple.

"Greetings to the Lord of the Palace!"

"Greetings to the Lord of the Palace!"

"Greetings to the Lord of the Palace!"

...

An excited and pious shout sounded outside the temple.

"Master!" Ling Jian also raised his head and shouted hoarsely.
Chapter completed!