Fan Feng

At this moment, there was already someone sitting cross-legged there.

The nine individuals quickly found their positions, forcibly tearing through space and instantly entering a damp mountain cave.

Upon sensing the arrival, the practitioner who had been sitting cross-legged there also opened his eyes.

In those phoenix-like eyes, there was a hint of crimson flames.

"Who are you?" Except for Wu Zuo, the rest were all surprised and asked in unison.

Only Wu Zuo stared tightly at the figure, his eyes carrying a trace of fear.

Because he recognized the person in front of him.

He had thought it might be the inheritor, but no matter how he looked at the other party, they didn't seem like it.

He had never heard of such a powerful female cultivator on Grave God Mountain!

Buzz!

A force of flame swept over instantly, except for Jian Wushuang and Hu Qing, everyone else took half a step back.