Top of Qinglian

"Are you all right!"

Wang Qingxing's eyes swept over Wang Yongheng and others. They carried the Qinglian Inspiration Disk into the secret realm, and they could sense the location of the clan within a certain range.

"We're all right, Ancestor Qingxuan, the enemy?"

Wang Yongheng asked curiously.

"I'm just a mid-stage cultivator, but I'm slaughtered."

Wang Qingjing said casually, for him, it is really not difficult to kill a mid-stage cultivator.

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