BOOM! BOOM!
In the forest, Thunder roared.
A bolt of lightning as thick as the mouth of a bowl galloped down and struck a large tree.
In the midst of the fire, the tree crown was split in half and fell to the ground.
Daoist priest song's soul had barely been regathered with a spell, and when it was struck by the lightning, it became unstable again and softly fell onto the second disciple's back.
"Master ... Master ..."
The drenched old man in green felt that the aura of an old man on his body had weakened a lot, and he couldn't help but cry out in a panicked and helpless voice.
The old Daoist didn't reply and only read, "
"Qing Xiao, Qing Xiao."
He was already a little out of his mind and was completely relying on his will to support himself.
Because the road was blocked by the heavy rain, the old man in blue, who had wanted to return the way he came, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet. He rushed forward against the storm.
