Chapter 195: Grass on the Wall
Yun Chen looked coldly at the soul cultivator who was smiling not far away, wanting to come over but didn't dare to come over, and turned to Mao Songning and said, "Look at the faces of these people clearly, and when you think there is a great benefit, they rush over, where are they when you are in trouble?"
It's okay not to mention this, but speaking of this, Mao Songning gritted his teeth with hatred. Those soul cultivators all took refuge in the past two days, and what they said at that time was much better than singing, and when Wu Xiushan led the group of soul cultivators to arrive, those guys slipped away one by one, and they didn't dare to say a word, he could be regarded as seeing through these people.
"Don't worry, my lord, I promise you that this kind of thing will not happen in the future! There will never be such a person around us again!" Mao Songning made up his mind that he would never deal with these grass-like guys in the future.
Yunchen nodded lightly, didn't say anything more, and his figure disappeared from the spot.
The soul cultivators who had been worried about it for a long time saw Yunchen leaving, and they secretly breathed a sigh of relief and secretly regretted it. More than thirty Heavenly Soul high-level powerhouses were beaten to the ground here and almost wiped out. I knew that Yunchen was so strong, I wouldn't have slipped so fast just now, and if I could hug Yunchen's thigh, wouldn't I be able to walk sideways in the forbidden area of the Soul Tower in the future?
With remorse, some soul cultivators quietly left, and some soul cultivators salivated and leaned towards Mao Songning with a concerned face, looking very concerned.
"Get out, don't let me see you again!" Mao Songning held back the anger in his stomach, and with a wave of soul devouring, an axe rumbled out a deep ditch that was more than ten zhang long, frightening those soul cultivators who did not dare to take a step closer.
"Just go, what's the big deal! Hmph, the people of the Soul Leaving Sect will not let you go, and the ancestor of Sando can't spare you, and you will cry when the time comes!"
"Cut, what a tantrum, it's just to hug a thick thigh and see how long you can be proud!"
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