Chapter 170 Ji Wanrong

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One headless corpse after another lay on the ground.

Just a moment ago, they had been full of life, now all were cold.

Some Loose Cultivators who had been watching the excitement, upon witnessing such a brutal scene, were scared out of their wits.

They hurriedly hid back in their stone castles, not daring to poke their heads out again.

In fact, many Loose Cultivators are naturally rebellious and do not take their own lives too seriously.

But no one wished to die as insignificantly as those whose heads had been cut off, like ants!

Streaks of light descended from the sky.

They were unexpectedly a dozen young Cultivators, piloting Magic Artifacts, the men handsome and dashing, the women beautiful and charming, each with an extraordinary demeanor!

Among them, a female Cultivator dressed in a pale blue Taoist Robe with her black hair tied up in a Taoist bun, held the Cloud-stream Sword in her hand.

She descended on a lucky cloud next to the handsome young man.