Jinpeng Moyun asked the wizened old man, “Tell me, which direction do we need to go to leave the Myriad Buddha Plains?”0

“Kekeke… I want ten.”0

The old man looked friendly at first glance, but his evil, spine-chilling cackle instantly changed that impression.0

“You will have it,” Jinpeng Moyun replied, “but if I find out that you are lying, then you will wish that you were dead, understand?”0

“Keke…”0

The old man let out another cackle before looking at Devi Ruyi and the others with a greedy expression. Mist that looked like saliva was dripping down the corners of his lips.0

The next moment, the old man split into ten wisps of smoke and flew toward the group.0

Nine of them flew toward nine golden warriors, and the tenth and last wisp flew toward Ye Qing.0

The nine golden warriors collapsed on the spot. Their bodies were perfectly unharmed, but their souls were nowhere to be found.0

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