A terrifying blood hole was opened in the head of the silver squid. The blood hole was frozen, and the blood was frozen.


    Wang Qingjing fell from the sky and landed in front of the silver squid. His expression was icy cold, and there were some bloodstains on his body.


    Six cultivators attacked, Wang Qingjing killed five cultivators, and the loss was not small. Wang Mianmian, Tao Hao and more than 30 cultivators were killed.


    "Qingying, are you alright!"


    Wang Qingcheng and Sun Yuejiao flew from afar,


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