"What should we do, how can we escape, do we want to be caught here?"

The faces of the disciples of each Holy Land showed a look of panic, for the monks who were accustomed to riding the void and resisting the wind, there was nothing more worrying than not being able to fly at a critical moment.

After all, not everyone is a physical cultivator, and the speed of a cultivator is all dependent on flying.

One by one, the figures fell down, if they were cultivated to a high level of holy land disciples, it was fine, but if they were cultivated to a low level, if they fell from such a high place, they would most likely fall to their death!

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, but Cao Xia used poetry to learn from it, although it is not a pure poetry sword, but it is surprisingly easy to use!

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