The last time Lu Fan saw her, he was in the temple hall, next to the girl in black who competed with Dongfang Yanran for the black dagger.
Now, she is lying in a bronze coffin.
Wuntaklin is a Duke?
Or has the Duke always been Wuntaklin?
"Where is that woman?"
Lu Fan turned around and looked behind him, where hundreds of cultivators were squatting in the main hall.
"She doesn't seem to be here."
Dongfang Yanran seemed to have just remembered this woman. She glanced across the crowd but did not see her figure.
"Is this a game within a game?"
Lu Fan suddenly looked a little unhappy. If this bronze coffin is the key for the Duke of the Palace to absorb the blood essence of these cultivators, then Wuntaklin's appearance here is tantamount to occupying the magpie's nest.
If he and Dongfang Yanran hadn't wanted to save Granny Meng and open this bronze coffin.
So everything the Sacred Temple did here was tantamount to making a wedding dress for Anhui Taklin. While they were setting up a shocking situation on the island, little did they know that someone was also using a big black net to cover it.
"What should I do? Does this woman still care?"
Dongfang Yanran looked at Lu Fan: "It's too late for us to take Granny Meng away now, but I don't know what's going on with this woman. The girl in black who came with her gives me a very dangerous feeling. If I let her stand now
If we are on the opposite side, I'm afraid it will be extremely detrimental to us."
"No matter what, it seems that Wuntaklin has broken away from the sacred temple and has taken refuge in that mysterious woman."
"It has nothing to do with us for the time being."
"First leave the island alive. They have already notified the maritime forces to encircle the island in all directions. If we don't leave now, we will never have another chance."
Lu Fan directly bent down and stretched out his hand to lift Granny Meng out of the bronze coffin.
But the moment he stood up.
"boom!"
The big hand that had always been as dry as grass suddenly grabbed his wrist.