Lost Soul Pill

Outside Eastern Hedge Peak.

The elders on Zhong Ruhao's side launched an attack on Mo Xiu's serial array.

Ji Linyuan, who had changed back to the acting Sect Master of the Seraphic Sword Sect, hurried over with the elders who supported him.

"Uncle Zhong, what are you doing again?" Ji Linyuan's face was very ugly.

There had been a similar incident before, but Zhong Ruhao didn't learn from that lesson, and he even ran into trouble again only two days later.

"Nephew Ji, don't worry, I just have something to ask Wu Jue. But he will not come out. I can only go in and have a look. There should be nothing wrong with this, right?" Zhong Ruhao stood with his hand behind his back, looking very calm.

Ji Linyuan's face was gloomy and uncertain, and he really didn't know what Zhong Ruhao wanted to do, so he could only watch from the side, being wary that Zhong Ruhao would kill Mo Xiu without asking right or wrong.

"Boom, boom, boom..."