Chapter 1469 Crisis

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The red-haired man looked to be no more than a hundred years old, and even the female cultivator who led the team was only in her early 200s. Overall, the golden elixir cultivators of the Cangming clan that Fu Shiyi had met so far were relatively young.

and

Cangming clan.

This time there were seven fake infant monks who entered the Demonic Wormhole.

Enough to be visible.

Canglan Continent has much richer cultivation resources than their Tiannan Continent.

"Buzz!!"

After half a cup of tea.

The huge skeleton corpse standing above their heads suddenly trembled. The black demonic energy that had been stationary in the skull began to boil with a "boom", and the entire ground trembled. Even the fake infant female cultivator who had been sitting cross-legged meditated. He opened his eyes and stood up.

"Is the wormhole about to open?"

Fu Shiyi's heart tightened.

But.

The person from the third room that Young Patriarch Cangming mentioned did not show up.

Could it be that they were all buried in the small cave, but they didn't know whether the three beautiful women's brothers and sisters who were killed by Voldemort were from the third or second bedroom.

"boom!"

suddenly.

A hot breath came from behind.

Fu Shiyi was suddenly startled and turned his head, only to see the Dendrobium elm wood behind him being ignited with a "pop". A red shadow shuttled out of the forest. Wherever the shadow passed, all the Dendrobium elm trees were ignited. In an instant, , with a "boom", hundreds of acres of forest were all swallowed up by flames and turned into raging fires.

A red shadow fell in front of the skull.

The red light faded away.

An old man with a gray beard and two handsome men and beauties appeared.

The old man pretended to be a baby, and the two men and women were also very good at cultivation. They were both at the ninth level of the Golden Core. Although they were all wearing the clothes of the Cangming clan, they had a fire pattern embroidered on their collars.

This fire pattern looks a bit familiar.

Fu Shiyi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he remembered that the collars of the three beautiful women killed by Fu Motian had the same fire pattern on their collars. The beautiful woman's three siblings were obviously from the same family as the old man, and they were all members of the third branch of the Cangming clan. Fu Shiyi was still grateful to the beautiful three brothers and sisters. If they hadn't taken action at that time, it would have been difficult for Voldemort to kill him.

"Fifth Uncle"

The young patriarch of Cangming had a more humble attitude towards the old man.

The old man, Fifth Uncle, had a kind look on his face and greeted the young patriarch with some concern. The seventh aunt on the side also came up and started chatting with Fifth Uncle:

"Fifth brother, where are Sachiko and his three siblings? The wormhole will open soon, so they have to hurry up and come over."

"Seventh sister, hey... the three Sachiko brothers and sisters have been buried in the desert. There, they encountered the mutated Voldemort..."

The fifth uncle and the seventh aunt started chatting, and the atmosphere was harmonious. They didn't seem to be as incompatible as the Cangming young patriarch said. Fu Shiyi couldn't help but narrowed her eyes slightly. She turned her head and looked more respectful. Standing next to the two fake infant monks, the young patriarch of Cangming had an ominous premonition in his heart.

This is the young clan leader of Cangming.

not simple!

Fu Shiyi was thinking about sending a message to the old man and others to enter the wormhole, and be careful when he saw a furry spiritual beast coming out of the arms of the woman behind Uncle Wu, and its nose twitched a few times.

suddenly.

The air in front of Fu Shiyi swayed.

Immediately afterwards.

Three long bloody lines condensed from Fu Shiyi's head. These three blood lines carried a strong smell of blood, causing the fifth uncle and seventh aunt who were talking to stop talking. Even the young patriarch of Cangming looked up in surprise. He started to look at Fu Shiyi.