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Chapter 129 Smoke and Fire
The young disciples of the Pavilion of Wind and Thunder responsible for holding down the fort were able to carve a way out for the rest thanks to their enthusiasm. Without more people on their side and the combined forces of their sword formation, death would descend sooner or later. It was just a matter of how much time they could buy for the unconscious Lei Tianyou and those ten more female disciples.
This was the final incense burning in the Pavilion. If it broke off, this orthodox cultivator's sect would be considered extinct.
Red Bean looked at Ye Que. She didn't open her mouth to speak but her intention was obvious.
Shaking his head, he pointed his finger backward and started drawing a seal in the air. The subtle Divine Energy began gathering in the air, forming an Immortal Spirit Charm stitched together with totems. Then, it fell on his palm.
It took a span of about 30 breaths to run from the smelting ground to the mount
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