Ten Thousand Races Will Rise, Luck Will Take Over

Lin Haotian subconsciously turned his head and saw Jiang Changsheng's Dao Heart Clone from the corner of his eye. The clone made Lin Haotian's heart tense up.

He quickly asked, "Who are you?"

The Dao Heart Clone calmly said, "The one who protects you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he put Lin Haotian down, raised his right hand, and sucked the falling Sky Thunder Eagle to his side.

Lin Haotian carefully sized up his figure and immediately became excited. "Senior!"

The Dao Heart Clone looked up and stared at the blue-robed man from afar.

As if he was facing a great enemy, the blue-robed man shouted in a deep voice, "Who are you? Why are you acting mysterious?"

The Dao Heart Clone calmly said, "Give up. It's not easy to train in martial arts. Don't seek death."

Seeing that the other party was only in the Golden Body realm, Jiang Changsheng was too lazy to kill him.