Tang Ziyi's words made everyone shudder.

Tang Qiaoqiao walked out and snorted coldly, "Don't be sensational here. Although this is a cemetery of the gods, what kind of god is so powerful? I have been dead for many years, how can I still have spiritual consciousness and spiritual power.

?”

"How is it impossible? Can the gods who can piece together several spaces to form the cemetery of the gods be ordinary gods? Their power is beyond our imagination."

Dong Qiuping also came out at this moment. This was the first time she had not refuted Tang Ziyi.

"I see that the girl in Ziyi is right. If that's true, we will be in trouble!"

The others also frowned. If it was really as Tang Ziyi said, then it would be difficult for them to survive with their strength.

Luo Ling'er looked at them and sneered, "I didn't expect you to be so timid."

"Miss Luo, what are you talking about?" Gu Yuyang looked at her with some displeasure.

"Isn't it? A dead god can scare you like this. No matter how powerful he is, isn't he already dead? Think about the treasures left by the gods! I think you will be very combat-ready."

Sure enough, Luo Ling'er's voice fell.

The scenes that were still lifeless just now suddenly became excited one by one.

The treasure left by the gods! Even if you can get one after half of your life, they can be powerful.

Tang Ziyi glanced at Luo Ling'er, pulled her aside and asked, "Ling'er, do you know something?"

Looking at Tang Ziyi, Luo Ling'er couldn't help but admire her reasoning logic. However, this matter is not yet available for publication, even Tang Ziyi can't do it.

It’s not that she distrusts her, but that it is related to the life and death of her relatives and the survival of the Xianyuan Continent. She can’t tolerate herself being careless.

"I...how could I know anything."

Tang Ziyi grabbed her elbows: "Ling'er, look into my eyes."

Luo Ling'er raised her head and looked at Tang Ziyi. Tang Ziyi waved her hand to isolate the space, and said to her with a serious expression: "No matter what you know, I don't care whether you want to tell me or not, but there is something, I

I have to tell you."

"What?"

"This time I came to the cemetery of the gods. I was entrusted by a senior who saved me his life, so I had to do my best to help him."

Before, Tang Ziyi had talked about this with Luo Ling'er. Luo Ling'er guessed that the person who saved her should be Zhuque, one of the four great beasts.

"What does he want you to do?"

"Enter the cemetery of the gods and get the eight styles against the heavens!"

Luo Ling'er's heart trembled. If Tang Ziyi hadn't held her elbows tightly, she felt that she might have fallen to the ground.

She pretended to be calm and tried to calm herself down.

"What do he want to do with the eight styles against the sky?"

"I don't know either. Ling'er, do you know what the eight styles of defiance are?"

Luo Ling'er was silent for a while. She looked at Tang Ziyi, remembering all the things between them, and finally took a deep breath and said, "Ziyi, if I tell you that there are no eight styles against the heavens in the cemetery of the Gods, do you believe it?"

"No?"

"Yes! No!"

"That......"

Luo Ling'er took Tang Ziyi's hand away, pointed to her head and said, "The eight styles against the sky are here! Do you want to take them?" Tang Ziyi's words made everyone shudder.

Tang Qiaoqiao walked out and snorted coldly, "Don't be sensational here. Although this is a cemetery of the gods, what kind of god is so powerful? I have been dead for many years, how can I still have spiritual consciousness and spiritual power.

?”

"How is it impossible? Can the gods who can piece together several spaces to form the cemetery of the gods be ordinary gods? Their power is beyond our imagination."

Dong Qiuping also came out at this moment. This was the first time she had not refuted Tang Ziyi.

"I see that the girl in Ziyi is right. If that's true, we will be in trouble!"

The others also frowned. If it was really as Tang Ziyi said, then it would be difficult for them to survive with their strength.

Luo Ling'er looked at them and sneered, "I didn't expect you to be so timid."

"Miss Luo, what are you talking about?" Gu Yuyang looked at her with some displeasure.

"Isn't it? A dead god can scare you like this. No matter how powerful he is, isn't he already dead? Think about the treasures left by the gods! I think you will be very combat-ready."

Sure enough, Luo Ling'er's voice fell.

The scenes that were still lifeless just now suddenly became excited one by one.

The treasure left by the gods! Even if you can get one after half of your life, they can be powerful.

Tang Ziyi glanced at Luo Ling'er, pulled her aside and asked, "Ling'er, do you know something?"

Looking at Tang Ziyi, Luo Ling'er couldn't help but admire her reasoning logic. However, this matter is not yet available for publication, even Tang Ziyi can't do it.

It’s not that she distrusts her, but that it is related to the life and death of her relatives and the survival of the Xianyuan Continent. She can’t tolerate herself being careless.

"I...how could I know anything."

Tang Ziyi grabbed her elbows: "Ling'er, look into my eyes."

Luo Ling'er raised her head and looked at Tang Ziyi. Tang Ziyi waved her hand to isolate the space, and said to her with a serious expression: "No matter what you know, I don't care whether you want to tell me or not, but there is something, I

I have to tell you."

"What?"

"This time I came to the cemetery of the gods. I was entrusted by a senior who saved me his life, so I had to do my best to help him."

Before, Tang Ziyi had talked about this with Luo Ling'er. Luo Ling'er guessed that the person who saved her should be Zhuque, one of the four great beasts.

"What does he want you to do?"

"Enter the cemetery of the gods and get the eight styles against the heavens!"

Luo Ling'er's heart trembled. If Tang Ziyi hadn't held her elbows tightly, she felt that she might have fallen to the ground.

She pretended to be calm and tried to calm herself down.

"What do he want to do with the eight styles against the sky?"

"I don't know either. Ling'er, do you know what the eight styles of defiance are?"

Luo Ling'er was silent for a while. She looked at Tang Ziyi, remembering all the things between them, and finally took a deep breath and said, "Ziyi, if I tell you that there are no eight styles against the heavens in the cemetery of the Gods, do you believe it?"

"No?"

"Yes! No!"

"That......"
Chapter completed!