The moon in southern Xinjiang hangs alone in the sky.

The ancient temple in the deep mountains, the insects are poignant.

A bleak and dark view.

"Whew!" There was a whistling, and the light flashed.

Elder of Incense Valley, that old man, Lu Shun flew with his sword and landed in the courtyard of this ancient temple.

His eyes sparkled, and he carefully swept towards the ancient temple hall point by minute.

Just now, he had searched the vicinity for ten miles with his sword, but he found nothing.

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