The next day, the fog shrouded Wuxia town in the early morning, and the dew on the grass dripped down.

ten miles away from Wuxia, a group of people are walking towards Wuxia.

"what are the people of this demon sect doing? How can you really run? Here comes the Qianlong mountain range. " Bingruo said, after a day and a night's drive, Feng Dongting and his party followed Liu Zhen's trail to here.

"I hope the people of these demon sects are still alive. Kill them earlier, and we can have peace earlier." Some of the people who came here said discontentedly.

at this time, each of them has...