So in the blink of an eye, each of them reached extreme speed and suddenly escaped into the distance.

But in the water far away from them, seven ghost flames appeared again, began to flicker, and were about to extinguish.

Seeing this, Fu Xie's son gritted his teeth, raised his right hand, and made a seal.

This seal has no power, but is an order related to an oath.

The moment you become a protector, you must swear to the will of the ethnic group that you will protect them until your death, no matter the cost or your life.

Now, the command of this oath has come into play.

The three guardians were silent, their bodies came to a standstill, their eyes showed decisiveness and even more determination. They no longer ran away, but went straight to where the Seven Lanterns of Fire were.

As for the son of Fuxie, he was also in severe pain in his heart. These nine guardians were his direct descendants and had been with him for many years, but now... six of them were killed by Xu Qing.

The results of the remaining three are also destined.

"Xu Qing, I will make you pay back ten thousand times!"

The son of Fuxie has regrets and ferociousness, which eventually turns into an inner roar.

And behind him, seven lights went out and one cultivator died.

Then the dragon's roar echoed, and Jiuli was revealed, taking the form of the witch ancestor. In conjunction with the drug ban and the moonlight, Xu Qing's figure flashed past, and then died again.

Until after half a stick of incense.

Approaching the edge of this thousand-mile underworld, the son of Fu Xie's eyes were red and he was extremely embarrassed. He controlled the needle to crush the moonlight and the drug ban while running wildly.

The border is getting closer and closer.

The hope in his heart is getting bigger and bigger.

He was confident that when he reached the limit, he could break the seal with his needle and escape.

Once he reaches the outside world, he can send messages to the Holy Land. He believes that both his father and ancestors will arrive as soon as possible.

So he is faster.

But when he was less than a thousand feet away from the border, a voice came into his ears calmly.

"Now, you are the only one left."

Following the voice, an indifferent figure wearing a purple robe, with swaying purple hair, and as handsome as an immortal, carrying a head, walked step by step into the eyes of the evil son.

An undercurrent emerges, seeming to pass on the power of death.

Make those who come are like the god of death.

It struck the heart of Fu Xie's son and shook his world.
Chapter completed!