Ji Qiu suddenly roared in anger,
if sect leader was here ...
His voice was stuck there.
Because someone was strangling his neck.
Your sect master is indeed extraordinary ...
"But there's no" if "for this kind of thing."
The blood of ten thousand filth's human body locked onto Ji Qiu's neck and lifted him up high.
At that moment.
The latter's eyes were about to pop out.
Ji Qiu struggled for a while.
All of a sudden.
He stared at the back of the human body as if he had seen something.
"You want to lie to me?"
The human body said.
But his head still turned around subconsciously.
Then, he really saw a person!
The man was holding a long oak stick in his hand.
He walked up the altar's stairs as if there was no one else around!
There were dozens of Holy Masters and blood worshippers standing on both sides of the blood-colored altar.
However, they acted as if they didn't see that person.
