All the sects sent hundreds of disciples to march towards Guishan. At this moment, Chen Tianming didn't know that because of the words of grandma Yinhua, thousands of cultivators had put their swords in his hands.

Chen Tianming squats on a rock. The blood devil has been taken in by Ming Leng with a black and yellow flag. He is also relieved. He wanted to come out to see the market, but he didn't expect to be involved in the blood devil storm.

looking at Xuanji lying on the ground like a fairy in yaochi, Chen Tianming is slightly intoxicated for a while and then wakes up.

"what about this...