ast, East!" Unfortunately, Lu Xia Tian didn't move at all. 。xiang qingcheng tested lu xiaoteng's breath, then stretched out her index finger and pressed it on lu xiaoteng's brow. besides the cold air..."Well then, let it be so." 。a sword descending from heaven. At this moment, Yuan Jiu Jiang, Yuan Jiu Xue and eight other True Immortal-level corpse clans were trapped in the purple mist. Facing the heavy sword shadows formed by...