Chapter 1862 (1/2)
”The boy's cultivation is not bad. He's around Xianjun.”
Long Dade squats behind Jiang Chen. He can't wait to go out and fight with his broken sky gun. Since he flew to the fairy world, he has never had a good fight with AO Ting, and his palms are itchy now.
”Wait and see.” Jiang Chen stared at him.
Ten minutes later, the man almost turned around the hall and finally entered a dark room.
Jiang Chen quickly raised his feet to follow.
When the dark door was about to close, Jiang Chen put his hand on the door.
”Huh?”
The man was a little surprised.
He entered the desperate Valley and didn't feel anyone inside, and everyone in the sect had left long before.
”After answering my question, you can continue to search here for what you want.” Jiang Chen looked at him with a smile and said faintly.
”You're not from qingjue Valley?”
”Things here have nothing to do with you. Get out of here.”
”Otherwise, you will be buried in this ruins forever.”
Aware that the person standing at the door only had the triple cultivation of immortals, the person relaxed.
Think Jiang Chen may have got the news of the death of qingjuegu, so he came to look for treasure.
A triple cultivator of immortals is really not enough in front of him.
”Oh?” Jiang Chen raised her eyebrows and went directly into the dark.
”Boy, I advise you to explain it honestly and don't end up on your knees begging for mercy.” long Dade also followed Jiang Chen and looked at the young man in black.
”I'm poison Yishuo, the chief disciple of poison sect.”
Looking at Jiang Chen, the man blew himself up.
”What ragged sect gate is good to say?” long Dade spat, took two steps forward and stretched out his hand to Jiang Chen.
”Here you are.”
Jiang Chen handed him the broken sky gun.
”Boy, you've run out of opportunities. We'll investigate poison gate by ourselves, but I'm afraid you're going to die here today.” with a broken sky gun in hand, long Dade still has great confidence in Xianjun, not to mention that he didn't see the man in front of him from his heart.
”Just a little fairy respect!”
Poison Yishuo laughed disdainfully, waved his hands and raised his black robe.
Suddenly, there were dense black crows flying out, which made the originally narrow darkness more crowded. Even the sharp hiss of crows made people almost lose their hearing.
”This familiar meaning...”
Jiang Chen narrowed her eyes.
He felt a trace of familiarity from the fluctuation of immortal power.
This familiarity is a little similar to the leader of the black sect, but Jiang Chen encountered something more similar in huoxuan's body.
”Black plague...”
Jiang Chen spoke faintly.
”Who are you?”
These words directly changed poison Yishuo's look.
”Never mind who I am, but now, I want to know who you are.” with a sneer, Jiang Chen directly sucked the broken sky gun in long Dade's hand.