A huge impact came from above, no less than a full-power attack from a high-level nascent soul formation cultivator.
The terrifying power of the wind was like a sharp blade. Song qingxiao's hair tie was torn apart by the wind. Her long hair danced in the wind, and her clothes also fluttered wildly, making 'Hua Hua' sounds.
The pressure came down like Mount Tai, as if it wanted to press the people standing in the Holy Temple into the ground.
The silver bell on Xiang SI's clothes started to tremble crazily, making an urgent 'ding ding ding' sound. However, the sound didn't sound clear at this time, instead, it added a sense of danger.
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Churong and the others were like devout priests. They were not affected by the storm at all and were still chanting strange incantations with their heads lowered.
The ground began to shake and the calm lake surface rippled. The water flickered and reflected onto the black jade female statue, illuminating the Black Dragon on her body.
