Jia Xitong was almost killed.
At that moment, the energy of four Martial Saints almost crushed her like a meat grinder. Just then, a crane's cry suddenly appeared in the sky, and all four Martial Saints stopped.
The oppressive cultivators of the Martial God Temple suddenly dispersed, leaving without a trace.
"What's going on?"
The remaining people were also stunned, and Huo Rui looked at Mr. Bo beside him.
"Life! Staying by this girl named Xi Tong's side is a glimmer of life!" Mr. Bo said, his face flushed.
"You don't have to tell me, I know."
Huo Rui looked forward, "I see it."
At this moment, the Martial God Temple
The Blind Elder was kneeling before the idol in repentance, praying for the angry God's forgiveness, "Oh, supreme Martial God, please give me the correct guidance."
Do not kill them; trap them.
Original Shang Yanting suddenly thought of a better way to deal with these people, which was to keep them, making them live in constant fear and trepidation.
