Fan Feng rushed over immediately.

"Catch him! Take it down!"

Before Su Moyun could speak, Wu Ji immediately called two disciples to catch Fan Feng and prevent him from causing trouble again.

"Senior brother! You can't take action! You are sending death! You are sending death! You can't go! You can't!"

Fan Feng was pulled by two disciples and struggled wildly, but to no avail.

Wu Ji walked over with a bitter smile, patted Fan Feng on the shoulders, and smiled and said, "Junior brother, you don't have to worry, I will find a way to survive!"

"Senior Brother..."

Fan Feng cried.

Many of the disciples of the same sect were moved by it and wiped their tears secretly.

But Wu Ji lowered his voice again and said in a low voice: "You can find a way to take everyone out of here immediately!"

Fan Feng suddenly looked up and looked at him incredibly.

"That Senior Brother Lin is right. Master is crazy, and the elders are crazy. They don't treat us as human beings at all, but treat us as tools, which consumes the physical strength of the tomb guardian! Let's go! You must find a way to leave!"

Wu Ji looked at Fan Feng firmly, then turned around and walked forward.

Fan Feng stood there in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.

Yes... I have to leave! Otherwise, the people here will only be forced by the elders to fight against the gravekeeper, and they will all be wiped out.

If this continues, everyone will be dead!!

Must leave!

Fan Feng's face was pale, and his painful thoughts were on the way out.

Boom!!

At this moment, another loud bang like a burst eardrum spread.

In a vague way, he seemed to hear a strange roar.

It seems like... the roar of the Qilin!
Chapter completed!