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Chapter 2807 The savior of the wind without aurora

The soul beads of the two under-100-year-old Daluo Jinxian of the Longwu Immortal Sect and the Thousand Spider Immortal Sect who entered that small world this time were safe and sound, which also means that they are living well in that small world and there is no danger.

Of course, it cannot be said that there is no danger, it can only be said that there is no danger of life and death.

"The two Great Luo Jinxian of Taiyi Immortal Sect, and the chief alchemy immortal master of Taiyi Immortal Sect, Duan Lingtian, are all still alive!"

The eyes of the senior officials of Longwu Immortal Sect and Thousand Spider Immortal Sect soon fell on the side of Taiyi Immortal Sect’s leader ‘Bai Ping’.

In the void beside Bai Ping, three soul beads were suspended.

One on the left and two on the right.

The two soul beads on his right were the soul beads of the two Da Luo Jinxian who were under a hundred years old and were accepted by their Taiyi Immortal Sect in the wilderness competition.

As for the one on the left, it is the soul bead of Duan Lingtian, the chief alchemy master of their Taiyi Immortal Sect.

Now, there is nothing unusual about the three soul beads, which means that the three of them are fine.

"As the Great Luo Golden Immortal, their strength is far superior to that of the Purple Sun Golden Immortal... The fact that the Purple Sun Golden Immortal is in trouble does not mean that they will be like that."

"The strength of the Great Luo Jinxian is not comparable to that of the Purple Sun Golden Immortal... The places they can access unimpeded may be difficult for the Purple Sun Golden Immortal!"

"That's right! Now, although the Purple Sun Golden Immortal is almost completely wiped out, they are definitely not under any pressure."

"I just don't know...how are they harvesting now?"



After struggling to accept the fact that the Purple Sun Golden Immortals who entered that small world were almost wiped out, the senior officials of the three major Immortal Sects in the wilderness began to look forward to the performance of the few Daluo Golden Immortals who were less than a hundred years old.

Now, they place all their 'hopes' on those Da Luo Jinxian.

In a small world.

The originally silent stretch of mountains suddenly erupted into flames that seemed to cover the entire sky, and turned into a group of volcanoes.

The rolling mountains that were once full of green are now not only bare, but also filled with fiery red color everywhere.

You can even smell a strong burnt smell.

The hot breath permeates every corner of the air.

"Thanks."

And above the flaming red mountains, a young man with a cold face, wearing a black robe, who seemed to have been born with a coffin face, thanked a beautiful figure not far away with lingering fear.

The woman was wearing a thin white dress, and her beautiful cheeks were as if the best craftsmen in the world had gathered all the beautiful features and carved them out for her.

When a normal man sees her for the first time, it will be difficult to look away.

In addition, this woman in white, with her peerless and perfect appearance, besides being slightly enchanting, is more pure and contradictory to the enchanting, giving people a feeling of being inexperienced in the world.

Just like a girl who has just grown up and just stepped out of purdah.

"You don't need to thank me... If you want to thank me, just thank brother Lingtian. It was him who asked me to save people."

Facing the young man in black robe's thanks, the woman in white looked indifferently, and with her ethereal figure turbulent, she came to the side of a young man in purple not far away, leaned against his side, and naturally stretched out her hand to hold his.

It touched the arm of the young man in purple.

"Duan Lingtian, I have remembered this kindness... If I, Feng Wujiguang, can get out alive, I will repay you for this kindness!"

After hearing the words of the woman in white, the young man in black robe shifted his gaze to the young man in purple. Although his face was still a coffin face, there was a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

And in this expression of gratitude, there is also

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