Tang Xian grabbed the corner of his robe, ripped off half of the blackened robe, and threw it aside, there were still residual flames on the robe, and soon, a small half of the robe turned into ashes and drifted away with the wind.

Tang Xian's face darkened, and he watched the closed portal disappear.

He slowly raised his right hand and slowly squeezed the handle with an expressionless face.

"Heaven marker, telekinesis!"

Airplanes.........

There was a ripple in the air

Chapter 215 of "The Silent Ancient House": It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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