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Ling Zhao walked forward boredly along the direction of the tied fairy rope, and steamed a waterfall, and two immortals stepped out of the cave behind the waterfall.

Zhao Yujun smiled and said: "As expected of Lord Qilin, Qilin is really hot."

Ling Zhao's gaze didn't linger on Zhao Yujun, but fell on Si Mingjun who was hiding behind Zhao Yujun and covered his face with a feather fan. His pupils shrank, he turned his hand and grabbed the invisible golden rope, and blinked. Between has disappeared beside the waterfall.

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Searching in the direction of the tied fairy rope, suddenly a petal floated in the wind, stopped beside Ling Zhao, and danced around him.

Ling Zhao opened his palm, and the petals fluttered up and down in his palm, and they split apart as soon as he touched it, and then floated in the direction of the desert.

Ling Zhao hesitated for a moment, then followed immediately.

Under the guidance of the petals, he quickly saw a familiar blue in the sand dunes in the distance.

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Ling Zhao fled in front of the man in blue, and a pool of black liquid beside him came into view. Under the sun's exposure, only a faint smell was left of the fishy and damp air, which could still be identified as the corpse of the demon clan. .

Without thinking about it, he bent down and squatted down, grabbed his shoulders and turned the person over, only to see that the blue shirt on his chest had been soaked with blood and turned purple-black!

"Hmm..." Hua Qian snorted painfully in a coma, Ling Zhao's hands couldn't help shaking, his eyes moved upwards, and there was a "boom" in his head, and he froze on the spot——

The person in his impression who was supposed to be plain had lost his edges and corners. Even though his face was pale and his eyebrows were furrowed, he could still see his beauty. Only then did he realize that the shoulders of the person in his arms were thin and his clothes were raised... It's also a little shorter in stature!

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A figure with a handsome face and a blue dress by the riverside of the human world emerged in his mind, and then turned into thousands of petals and flew towards him, gradually becoming a Baihua Lord with an ordinary face and a staid temperament.

Ling Zhao seemed to be afraid of breaking the person in his arms, so he lifted his palm very lightly, and several scars stood out on it.

He pursed his lips for a moment, using his divine power to prevent Hua Qian's divine power from escaping.

At this moment, a cloud and mist came from far to near, Zhao Yujun and Si Mingjun rushed to him from afar.

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Seeing him holding someone in his arms, Mr. Si Ming exclaimed, "Mr. Qilin, but Baihua—"

Before he finished speaking, a black robe swept past him, and he took a closer look, it turned out that Ling Zhao pulled off the cloak and covered the person in his arms tightly!

Mr. Si Ming was stunned: "Qi, Mr. Qilin?"

Mr. Zhao Yu caught a glimpse of the black marks on the ground, and frowned: "Is it the demons?"

Ling Zhao didn't make any explanation, and with a flick of his hand, the flame in his palm was released and flew towards the huge golden hourglass that disappeared into the air.

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Cracks appeared in the golden hourglass under the roasting of the unicorn's real fire, and the mountains shook instantly.

All the immortals sensed that everything created by divine power was gradually shattering. Ling Zhao carried Hua Qian to the side of the stone platform with a teleportation mark on it, and put his palm on it. Crash space.