Underground world, Lanyuan City.

The location of this city is deeper than the quicksand river. In an underground valley, the entire city seems to be built of some kind of crystal material emitting blue light. It shines with light, and looks particularly profound and mysterious in the dark underground world.

Wu Luo stood alone on a high ground in the north of the city, with gloomy eyebrows.

Seeing Wu Canghai coming back, he said with no expression on his face and unfathomable: "Since the patrol envoy is back, I will send my subordinates to release their news and ask fellow tribes to chase them. I wonder what the patrol envoy is thinking?"

This man was cut off two arms by the Daolang in troubled times, but in the end he had to let them go, feeling angry and depressed.

"Just to my wish."

Wu Canghai nodded unfathomablely, as if he didn't hear the other party's dissatisfaction, and said, "After I heal my injuries, I will go after them."

"Then the patrolman should be more careful. If he is caught again, there is no one in our Spirit-Eating Clan who can trade with them."

Wu Luo said sarcastically.

When Wu Canghai heard the mockery, his eyes flashed with fierce light. After finally snorting coldly, he endured it.

No race lacks internal fighting, and the Spirit-Devouring Clan looks no exception.

The two of them didn't talk nonsense and plundered each other.

There is also a teleportation array in the Spirit-Devouring Clan. After the news spread, there was a commotion in the underground world, so I won’t mention it in detail.

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Fang Jun's eyebrows turned around and headed straight to the north. His caution saved the three of them a lot of trouble.

For several days, I never encountered the Spirit-Devouring Master who chased out of the surface.

On this day, Dao Lang walked out of the cabin in troubled times.

Although he was seriously injured, he did not recover from his death, and was worried that Fang Junmei would not be able to handle it alone.

"Did you turn the direction?"

The Dao Lang asked in troubled times.

Fang Junmei at the bow of the boat nodded and said, "I'm worried that those guys will come to chase after you. We will leave the range of the Death Desert first, and then set the direction. I will also find a safe place to go into seclusion and heal my wounds."

In the eyes of Dao Lang in troubled times, he felt moved. He walked to him, stood side by side with him, and said, "Junmei, thank you very much. If you hadn't come in time, I would have been dead. Liang Yan still didn't know what kind of tragic fate it was."

"It's just a small matter."

Fang Junmei waved.

"By the way, you have dealt with the Spirit-Eating Tribe in Bai Kingdom and you should know more. Do you know why they wanted to capture our human monks alive?"

"I don't know either. These ants are very sneaky and hate the most."

The Dao Lang spread his hands in troubled times.

Fang Jun nodded slightly, and the two talked about the situation over the years.

When he heard that Yang Xiaoman and others had already advanced to the mortal world, the Dao Lang sighed and asked Fang Junmei why he went to the West alone, and Fang Junmei was about to get a grudge.

"When you fight him in the future, I will be the one who is mine."

The chaotic world said, patting his chest.

Fang Junmei nodded with a smile.

"It's better to make a living with you. You don't know that those guys from the troubled family are boring. They just want to please the guy Fu Feng in the troubled world. Humph, I look down on him. I have monopolized so many resources from the family and will still be my opponent in the end."

The Dao Lang said arrogantly in troubled times.

Fang Junmei smiled and stared at him and said, "Have you figured out how much of the sword magic power you have obtained from the bottomless light world?"

When the Dao Lang heard this, he smiled.
Chapter completed!