the sound of sword light is so loud that it covers the low drinking of Lu Chen.

Lu Chen can imagine that at this time outside the West Wing courtyard, Jing Lan is using her life to fight for an urgent time for herself.

drink a low voice, and the God binding lock will be opened in response to the voice. Lu Chen picks up the magic power and divine sense again, recites the pithy formula, and quickly locks the God binding properly: a medium-sized spirit tool, or an ownerless thing, can't be wasted.

at the next moment, just as the dust was about to leave the hall, it saw...