As the right elder's unidentified laughter fell.

Yin Nian heard a phoenix sound.

It’s spicy and ever-changing!

Yin Nian chuckled.

Master! The change comes first.

Yin Nian handed a drop of his blood to Baibian, pointed at the disciple and said: Use it on him!

This is the last opportunity to use the transformation talent today.

People from our sect are here, you are dead!

Yin Nian, you are dead! Hahahaha!

The disciple smiled wildly and waved to Meng Haoye's group of people running over there: Here! I'm here!

But before he could finish laughing.

I found that my voice had changed.

And he felt like he was being put in a shell and couldn't break free.

He bowed his head.

I saw my slender fingers and delicate figure.

Just as he was confused, he heard the sound of Meng Haoye gritting his teeth at the foot of the mountain.

Yin Nian!

I want you to die!!!

He subconsciously turned around excitedly, looked at Yin Nian, did he hear? Your death date has come!

But when he turned around, he found Yin Nian wearing a silver mask. Mi Tiandou returned to her hand again, hid in the fog, stretched out his hand at him and pushed him violently.

No.

Yin Nian tilted his head, now you are Yin Nian.
Chapter completed!