On the Greeting Peak, the aura turns into mist, the cranes fly around, the birds play, the disciples wear ink robes and sleeves, and the wind rattles. Everyone feels cold when they practice. But they can't help but be satisfied with the sight. The Xuanyin Corpse Sect is indeed a great sect inherited from ancient times. Although it has declined, the scenery of this sect alone is extraordinary.
"How many of you killed the traitor?"
While appreciating, a figure in an ink robe suddenly shot from the sky. After falling to the ground, a monk with black and white hair and a sharp look with a sword on his waist arched at the four people