Their expectations were doomed to fail. After all, the reason why everyone in the Qingyun Immortal Sect could return unscathed was not because of themselves, but because of Wang Teng, and Wang Teng would not save them.

so.

Wang Teng just stood outside the turbulent flow of void and watched quietly.

After a while, except for Zhao Yuheng, Fang Wuji and the three disciples with the highest cultivation level, everyone else had become a wisp of dead souls in the turbulent flow of the void.

This operation was a heavy loss for them. They didn't want to stay in this ghost place for a moment, so in order to escape from the void turbulence, they couldn't wait to fly in the direction of the fairyland, without even having time to say hello.

Li Qingyun and his party fought.

"Sect Master, this..."

The disciples looked at the direction in which the five people were leaving and asked for Li Qingyun's opinions.

Li Qingyun ignored them, but bowed deeply in the direction of the turbulent flow of void: "Thank you, senior!"

Later.
Chapter completed!