128 Leaving the Ancient Ruins

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Aotian grabbed Long Yu's arm and pulled it, and a dark space appeared in front of him. It seemed that there were eight dragon-shaped stone statues on the ground, and beads like sky hand water tanks were hanging in the air, and it was as bright as day on the ground.

Not far away stood the blue-haired woman in the ancient tomb, who seemed to be full of vitality. The three-petal flame man stood in the southeast corner with a proud look. In the northwest corner stood a man who looked like mud, with some mud still falling on the ground. The man in the white robe held a folding fan in his hand.

Aotian held his hands in front of his chest, and his hair had turned orange-red. Qin Tai held a black feather fan in his right hand, looking like a dog-headed military advisor.

Long Yu carried a jade harp on his back and held an invisible sword in his right hand. His silver hair seemed to be blow