Worshiper of the Blood Moon Sect (1)
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Ye Qingtang's breath almost stopped under such an outrageous aura. She felt that her heart was held by an invisible hand.
"Such terrifying aura…" Ye Qingtang's face was filled with astonishment. She looked towards the mausoleum and wondered who the horrifying person inside was.
At that moment, the elder sneered and said, "Finally, you can't bear with it anymore? You want to escape now?"
A cold humph came out of the mausoleum at the same time.
A streak of silver light rushed out of the mausoleum and flew away.
The elder's eyes sparkled as he saw the silver light. He laughed scornfully. "Want to escape?"
The elder did not bother to look at Ye Qingtang, and a cyan sword flew from his waist.
The elder stepped onto the sword and flew into the clouds.
The horse's stiff body slightly relaxed after an hour. It was so frightened, and it howled. Ye Qingtang could only use her primordial qi to comfort it.