A minute has passed.

The sky above the Martial Arts Academy trembled violently.

The sky seemed to collapse.

By the moonlight.

Everyone in the martial arts courtyard saw a figure appearing in the night sky.

Yan Yu said dryly: "Brother Xu, it's that ancient corpse!"

The mysterious ancient corpse stood quietly in the sky.

The entire martial arts courtyard was silent.

Even the sound of insects disappeared.

A terrible feeling of depression grew in the bodies of the people in the Martial Arts Academy.

Of course, except for Nie Xiaoyao, she now has no discomfort in her body.

Liu Po, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the cemetery, looked at the night sky above her head, and a deep thought appeared on her face.

The mysterious ancient corpse roared again.

This time there was no power mixed in the roar, but more of a kind of compassion.

Wang Xu and others vaguely saw the ancient corpse crying with their eyes closed.

Purple tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

He was bleeding and tears!

Is this really just a corpse?
Chapter completed!