seeing the senior monks in Xiliang City, almost all of them were led away, and the nine monks who commanded the battle immediately showed great joy.

"this group of old monsters has been drawn away at last. Now we use the reserve force of the wind clan. We think we have a winning chance." The middle-aged Taoist in Changchun Palace said happily.

"this can't be too careless. Aren't those old monsters of Liancheng Xuanji still in place?" Xuanchazhenjun said a little worried.

the friar of the blood evil sect said coldly, "it's not possible to make a big wave just by their number, let alone by our number, how easy...