Although Lei Dao Ren just ate a big hot fart, he had to speak.

After all, they are the only ones who have enough identities.

“How is that?”

"The sound of the Donghuang Bell appeared in this ruins. I believe Brother Zuo knows what this means." Lei Taoist sighed.

The left long road nodded.

"Donghuang Bell..." Zuo Changlu said: "Is it a bell or a sound? Is it a direct sound or a intercepting sound? Is it a Donghuang or a others' arrangement?"

The twenty or so people on the table looked admired.

This sentence consists of a series of questions, but several questions are too expert and point to the point.

"It's a sound, intercepting the sound, not arranged by the Emperor, but intercepting the Kunpeng." Lei Dao Ren's face was solemn.

"Kunpeng?"

Zuo Changlu frowned: "Can there be a soul clone in the ruins?"

It was still a question that pointed out the key points, and did not ask whether there was a real Kunpeng body in the ruins. If it was a real body here, the situation had already changed drastically, at least at least. If the senior executives of the three parties could not live so fully, there would be considerable casualties and injuries!

"Yes, but I've been killed by my hammer." The Great Witch of Hong Shui snorted.

"That's going to be troublesome."

Zuo Changlu inexplicably remembered that Zuo Xiaoduo looked at Bai Yunduo; his face was heavy and unprecedented, and he said, "Hongshui, your Wu Alliance, from the discovery of the coordinates and returning from the starry sky... how long did it take in total? If I remember correctly, it was more than eight years, right?"
Chapter completed!