Several promising disciples who cultivated to Gao Qiang followed her away.
The fear of being oppressed by lust for a long time crawled out for a while, she did not believe in evil, this guy is obviously already a prisoner, and he will never turn over.
She can't be captured by this bitch's lustful power in the past, wouldn't that mean losing to her for the rest of her life
The female nun sneered, her expression twisted and hideous.
The arms were raised high, and the slap was about to fall.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept across, and her eyes were empty, and her arm was no longer in her sight.
Where's my - hand
As soon as I had such a question, severe pain came from my upper arm, and blood spurted out.
"Ah—" the nun screamed miserably, hurriedly trying to cover her wound with the rest of her hand.
The soul card fell on the ground, and the two male cultivators thought they were wrong and wanted to grab it, but after all, the sudden change made them hesitate for a moment.
In this moment of effort, the soul card has quickly flew to the side, as if someone was pulling it.
They looked up in awe, and saw a dark figure walking out of the dark.
The figure's complexion was like black jade, and no one could find it hidden in the darkness, knowing that the thick black faded, revealing its original face.
It was none other than Zhu Yang.
So who is this man lying on the ground
The three of them looked and saw the "Zhu Yang" on the ground grinning: "Look, they said that your arm is no longer yours."
Zhu Yang on the other end also grinned, and the two had the same expression.
"My people, are you bullied by a few scumbags?"