Top of Qinglian

The Xuanyang Realm, the Tianli Mountains, the old lair of the Lizard tribe.

A secluded manor with red bricks and blue tiles.

Hu Yan was talking to Yi Feng, and both of them didn't look good.

"The royal family of Qinglian Island, it seems that the mysterious ghost tree cannot be obtained. In this way, a large amount of spirits are needed, and the spirits of low-level monks will not be able to play a big role, and a group of high-level monks is needed. The spirit of it will do.”

Hu Yan frowned and said.

"gold

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