Giant golden crow!
Even though Fang Xing covered his ears, he could still hear that it was that bastard's voice. He had long known that the giant golden crow had entered the ancient temple, but when he first came in, there was no sign of him. The ancient temple was so eerie, he was secretly worried if that guy had run into trouble. Just when he was about to fight the Pure Land practitioners again, the guy appeared. The feeling in his heart at that moment was indescribable—a suspended heart finally settled down, and there was an unbidden joy of reunion after a long time. He couldn't help but laugh.
This sudden scare also made Beiming Xiao and the others cautiously withdraw, their expressions extremely strange. In this seemingly desolate ancient temple, there was actually a living creature? And it seemed to know Fang Xing?
This left them all feeling a bit confused!
"Cousin!"
Wu Sang'er heard the voice and quickly raised her head, looking toward that ball of golden light.
