At this moment, the East Qin wuwo righteousness Qi was protecting their bodies. Under this gaze, it was as if everyone's heart had been cut open by his gaze, no longer hiding anything.
Song qingxiao did not want to argue with him at this time, so she could only avoid his sharp gaze and look away.
The ghost Chrysalis had been crushed into blood foam, but East Qin wuwo had the righteous Qi and had a clean and elegant bearing.
"Humans have their own paths, and ghosts have their own paths."
East Qin wuwo had one hand behind his back. After saying this, he waved his arm and a light path appeared in front of him.
The looming spirits in the underground tomb seemed to have been summoned by some kind of power and were involuntarily sucked in. They took turns to line up, as if they were ready to go to the path of life.
"Hmph!"
As Meng fanglan snorted, the light path flickered slightly, but it was not shaken.
