Jiang Ming tugged at the corner of his mouth and asked again: Can the Eleventh Realm and Twelfth Realm create a World of Secret Realm?
Hong Xuanji: No! Calm down, practice hard, and when you get to the Warzone of Ten Thousand Tribes, you will understand the cruelty of the cosmic environment and starry sky and the horror of the Myriad Heavens Worlds.
Cosmic Starry Sky, Myriad Heavens Worlds!
Jiang Ming's heart trembled.
Just as he prepared to put away his phone, Hong Xuanji sent another message: If possible, comprehend the method of soul tracking, and sweep away the aliens on Blue Star to prevent future trouble. Don't ask, ignorance is bliss.
Jiang Ming: Okay!
Preventing future trouble?
Sigh…
He let out a sigh, then sent a message to Wang Fatty: Return to school as soon as possible, there might be trouble soon. Don't ask, ignorance is bliss.
Jiang Ming shut down his phone, but his expression froze as he thought of Qin Zhiyan, who also returned with him.
