"Mother ..."
The soft Mutter was extremely gentle as it entered song qingxiao's consciousness.
The lake in her heart fluctuated. This call overlapped with the child's childish words in the cellar.
Song Qing turned around and saw the young boy through the long stairs.
He raised his head and lifted his leg with great effort, about to step on the wet stairs.
On the stone steps, countless black Qi swam towards the young man as if they had found their waiting host. They gathered under his feet in an instant, forming a huge black vortex, waiting to be stepped into by him.
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In the terrifying abyss formed by demonic Qi, a terrifying dark power swept over.
They were like parasites, waiting to pull a pure child into this endless abyss.
Some of the black mist couldn't take it and started to burn like flames, forming Black Flame mountain.
A strange shrill cry came out of the black flames. The Buddhist sect had been contaminated by the filth.
"Don't ..."
