"And Grandmother!"

"Be good, Longlidong! Who took the initiative to attack Heifeng Village just now? It almost dragged everyone into the water."

A group of players in the chaotic battlefield immediately stopped and dispersed on alert.

Then they stared at Jiang Dali's majestic figure in astonishment, as if he could never be pushed. Seeing him leap up and put Wang Yuyan on the back of the demon eagle, Fu Er landed again. Some players who were not disciples of Bahuang suddenly felt something in their hearts.

Not good.

Jiang Dali looked around at the various factions and groups around him, guarding against the players who were pointing swords at each other. There were actually many of them wearing friendly black hoods, and they were obviously his own. He immediately didn't understand what this group of players were doing here.

It was obviously a relic left behind by the large number of Ying warriors he had previously killed, and it had become the target of this group of players.

He didn't bother to pay attention to this little thing, so he immediately said, "You continue"! Then he turned around and entered the holy tomb again.

Many of the Bahuang disciples who were about to approach Jiang Dali and respectfully call out to their ancestor, couldn't help but stopped and were stunned. They watched Jiang Dali's figure disappear into the passage of the Holy Tomb, and they were all trembling with anger.

Some players who originally wanted to put the trophies gained from killing Bahuang disciples on their heads and pretend to be Bahuang disciples breathed a long sigh of relief.

fine!

The disciples of Bahuang are obviously the children of the stepmother. The leader of Black Wind Village obviously does not want to interfere in the fighting of the disciples of Bahuang, so there is nothing to worry about.

In an instant, all the players once again approached each other's opponents who had given up before. The atmosphere quickly condensed and their eyes turned red again...

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Chapter completed!