Chapter 1525, a thread of soul

Ye Qingyun also knows the seriousness of the situation, nodded heavily, sat back in the cracked pocket, and followed the old man closely.

"Help block!" Yang Li said to the leader of the Wuge Pavilion.

"OK, then we'll have it!" The middle-aged man nodded heavily and his eyes moved. The next moment, his figure was swept out. The breath of terror erupted from his tall body and stirred around him.

"Want to go, it's not so easy!"

The devil disciples, more precisely the black wind disciples, whose eyes were cold, their bodies flashed continuously with a long whistle, and they rushed forward.

Just then,...