Amidst the loud rumbling and the screams of the crowd, song qingxiao quickly controlled her body with her spiritual essence and bounced the stones that fell on her body. She slowly fell down.
The loud thuds continued, and after about two to three seconds, they finally heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.
Dust and smoke flew up, and everyone seemed to have finally fallen to the bottom.
The purple flame in the green lamp burned away the flying sand and dust. After song qingxiao slowly landed on the ground, a clean space was cleared beside her.
The old Daoist was still able to stand, but song Changqing was hit by the stone beam and buried in the mud because of his low cultivation.
However, he was strong and strong, and he was also a cultivator. The moment he landed, he quickly dusted off the dust covering his body and sat up.
"Evergreen ... Evergreen ..."
