Xiaobao was immediately shocked, it's impossible, it's impossible, the Guardian God and the others will be fine... they will be fine.
Seeing the confrontation between the black power and Qianmo Qingcheng's blue power, Xiaobao's eyes were cold and sharp, as if the hatred that had been brewing for a long time was rolling over. How could that old guy beat him?
Over the Patronus?
But...this power belongs to that old guy, it is indeed his...
Its biggest enemy is that person.
Thousands of years ago, it was sealed by that person. Thousands of years later, it broke the seal and came out. Great changes have taken place in the world.
Now that I meet him again, the old guy has not disappeared yet. There is only one possibility: his plan will be implemented again...
But what it doesn't understand is what happened after it was sealed thousands of years ago.
It always thought that Luoluo would be the protector of the world in this life.
Because Luoluo can control the Lingzhu.
The Soul-Controlling Pearl is something belonging to the God of Protection, but it’s wrong to think about it.
If the God of Protection disappears, will the world be in chaos?
But if Luoluo is not the reincarnation of the God of Protection, then who is she?
What is her identity?
Why can she control the Lingzhu?
Why can she communicate with her own thoughts?
If the Protector of the World disappears, there is no reason why the old guy shouldn't disappear.
Since the old guy didn't disappear, the Protector of the World didn't disappear either.
Otherwise, that old immortal will surely come out without any scruples to make trouble and disturb the world.
A series of questions confused Xiaobao.
Why have things become so complicated?
What happened after it was sealed thousands of years ago?
The sound of "Zizzizi——" broke the silent atmosphere and slowly rippled in the treasure room.
Qianmo Qingcheng spared no effort to pour out all her strength to confront the black power in the air.
If he doesn't fight against it, the black power will swallow him up.
Once this happens, the consequences will be disastrous.
When Xiaobao heard the voice, he seemed to have come back to his senses and no longer dwelled on old things.
He quickly ran to Qianmo Qingcheng and shouted a little loudly because of his anxiety: "Hey, take back your power, otherwise your power will be exhausted. Stop it quickly, that power is too terrifying, we better retreat first."
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Qianmo Qingcheng's stern eyes swept over Xiaobao who was chattering beside him, "Why are you making such a fuss? How do you know that force is not something to be trifled with?"
Xiaobao was almost angry, so stupid.
Why are everyone so stupid?
Why did it get so small?
Why has it been sealed for thousands of years, and it’s not a good thing done by the owner of this power?
"Stop it now -" Xiaobao yelled desperately.
Qianmo Qingcheng's eyebrows sank, and his heart felt as if a huge stone had fallen into it. He was immediately weighed down and breathless, "It's too late."
Xiaobao's golden eyes opened instantly. He turned around and saw that...
The black power suddenly seemed to have transformed into something tangible, forming the shape of a palm. A black palm filled with evil aura was approaching Qianmo Qingcheng.
Qianmo Qingcheng has no choice but to concentrate on exerting her own power and exerting it...
Xiaobao shouted in surprise, "Stop pouring all your strength into it, you will die if you continue like this... The only result of exhausting your spiritual power is death..."
Qianmo Qingcheng's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his face. The tangible palm was swallowing up his power, like a large whirlpool, and all the power he emitted was absorbed by the tangible black palm.