Heng Yue Sect friends, my Xuan Dao Sect’s Ancestor Pu Nanzi, you already know, right!”
Wang Lin turned back to see among the dark cloud a centipede intermittently appear, the Xuan Dao Sect’s Old man Ouyang, and at his side were seven-eight people, all having sneering expressions on their faces.
Amongst them were three people, who were letting out intense qi, staring coldly at Liu Wenju and the Old lady Wang.
Just now the one who had spoken was one of these three black faced man.
Liu Wenju looked vivid, said nothing, but nudging the aperture immediately pulled away, and sped away without looking back. In the blink of an eye, the huge dark cloud seemed like it had turned into a black spot.
After a long time, the scenery transformed, and barren fields gradually could be seen everywhere. The Aperture wandered around as if looking for a direction, then suddenly increasing speed, rushed towards the north, and at a barren hill, the aperture stopped and slowly started landing.