When the eight unwilling sword cultivators turned around, there was no sign of the sword pavilion, nor Han Muye.

I don't know who took away the seven-story pavilion. Han Muye, who was here just now, was alive or dead.

"Hey, what is outside the body." The Taoist who put away the long sword shook his head and sighed in a low voice.

"Indeed, the Shadow Heavenly Venerate who wants to take away the treasure will never let that guy go." Another person whispered with some schadenfreude.

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