Volume 7 Chapter 72 - Chapter Seventy-Two: Aid (2/2)

“If that is just it, then it is very good,” she relaxed, held his hand and said softly.

At least this time, they could die together.

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The Donghu monk was resting by sitting with his eyes closed. Tantai Guanjian and Qian Mu heard Ding Ning and Zhangsun Qianxue’s conversation, and their expressions suddenly changed.

There was an explosion in the air which covered the howling of the soaring snakes. Then, an enormous pillar of smoke, burning with flame, fell from the sky at high speed like a falling star.

When this pillar of smoke appeared, the green grasses soaked in blood on the ground quickly withered like their life was drawn away.

Boom!

This pillar of smoke hit the ground, and caused a violent vibration.

But when the shockwave was still visibly expanding through the air, it caused the dust mountains to waver and Tantai Guanjian’s eyes widened to their limits.

At the center of the impact, a fire was burning. This was a terrifying presence caused by the friction between special primal energies of the universe and the air.

But such a flame had no life.

The body of a cultivator, in a strange posture, just like a sword stabbed into a cracked pit. Under the great impact, the spine of this cultivator was snapped into several pieces. His body looked like it was folded together, and he was half as short as usual. Naturally, he was dead.

Ding Ning was stunned. The presence from the cultivator was very familiar, like it was of the branch of the old academian. But he had not expected that when he just sensed the presence, he had become a corpse fallen on the ground.

An unusual indigo shadow appeared in the sky with strong energy vibrations.

The moment Tantai Guanjian saw this indigo shadow, his ewes filled with joy. But in the next moment, his heart turned cold and he said in shock, “How come you are here as well?”

The indigo figure suddenly paused when close to the ground, pausing silently and then softly landing on the ground. He wore the indigo robes of Min Mountain Sword Sect.

When Zhangsun Qianxue saw this person’s face, she understood why Zhangsun Qianxue reacted like this.

Other than Baili Suxue and Tantai Guanjian, there were two other people from Min Mountain Sword Sect that the outside world was so wary of, the Butcher Geng Ren and Qing Yaoyin, who was famed as a breeder of gods and demons.

This person in sight was dressed in tattered indigo robes, it was Qing Yaoyin.

Tantai Guanjian was not in Changling, and he was worried about Min Mountain Sword Sect and Min Mountain Sword Sect’s safety. But now, even Qing Yaoyin was here… he did not even dare to imagine.

Qing Yaoyin nodded in greeting at Ding Ning, Zhangsun Qianxue and the others. But he did not immediately speak, looking up at the sky he had come down from.

There were several enormous and savage heads coming through the clouds, their dim yellow eyes filled with cruel and bloodthirsty light.