"Ah!"
His heart was filled with fear, and he didn't dare to look at it. He didn't even dare to think about what it was, only vaguely thinking of three words.
His eyes were in extreme pain, and even his head was throbbing.
He thought he had offended the temple and couldn't help but shed tears.
However, everyone else's feelings were the exact opposite of his.
In the thick Sanskrit sound, everyone felt as if they had arrived at the Holy Land of Buddhism. The pain in their hearts seemed to have been washed away and they became extremely relaxed.
Just as these people were feeling joy or pain, the black Qi that gushed out of song qingxiao's body merged with the Golden light.
A faint call entered her divine sense, "
"Godmother ..."
"Mother ..."
"You're here ... You've come ..."
"Godmother ... Mother ... Mother ... You've finally come ..."
