Four lives.

The fog was so thick that one could not even see their fingers.

Old ancestor wo Qiu and the four elders of the Xiao family walked side by side, with the other wandering cultivators following closely behind.

After walking for a while, the second of the four Xiao elders, Xiao zhongtao, muttered, " "It seems that the situation just now only applies to low-level cultivators. Now, the five of us are walking in front, and nothing will happen."

"It seems so," old ancestor wo Qiu nodded.

One of the four Xiao elders, Xiao shutao, chuckled and transmitted, " "When we first arrived on the island, fairy Qiao was so anxious for us to leave that we thought it was something big ... So it's just a tribulation for Qi refining stage cultivators ..."