The master and disciple didn't have time to collect their things. The old man in green only put on the old man's bamboo hat and straw raincoat, then carried him down cloud Tiger Mountain.
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At this moment, in the Shen villa, Zhang shouyi was shocked to find that song qingxiao's battle opportunity was soaring wildly.
The powerful pressure was like 100000 mountains overlapping each other, forming an incredible pressure. It forced the underground tomb, which had been strengthened by spells, to tremble with a 'boom'.
The ground was shaking, and the four walls of the tomb were cracked by the powerful fighting spirit.
The bones piled up in the corner hugged each other and shivered, trying their best not to be blown away by the wind.
"Mother, do you want me to open the gate to the netherworld?"
Under the strong wind, the small monk's white frock was filled by the wind until it looked like an inflated balloon.
He squinted his eyes and looked up at song qingxiao.
