A red cloud of Qingtian sword light swept in, shattering the yellow glow, and at the same time, a blue glow swept in, covering Master Wuxie's Nascent Soul, and entangled Wang Qingshan's sleeve.

Moving Mountain Ape looked at Wang Qingshan, his expression turned cold.

A man in extreme pain screamed, and the mountain-moving ape turned his head to look at the source of the sound. Zha Shuo quickly fell from a high altitude, his head shattered, and a miniature Nascent Soul was pierced by a white beam of light as soon as it left the body.

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