A pitch-black mulberry tree rose from the ground in the direction where Meng fanglan had disappeared, reaching a height of more than ten meters.
"You will die Here!"
The woman's hoarse voice sounded like a curse in song qingxiao's ears.
Song qingxiao's heart sank. Before she could do anything, a hand broke through the invisible air and reached into her godly state. It grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the godly state.
The strength of this hand was so great that she could not resist at all.
"Qing Xiao-"
"Junior sister!"
As the old Daoist and the others cried out in alarm, Meng fanglan reached out and pressed on song Qing's chest.
This palm seemed ordinary, but it carried endless killing intent.
Song qingxiao subconsciously held her sword to her side, and her white fingers pressed down on mang Tian, pressing hard on her internal organs.
