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Chapter 1587 Does the saint still bring mass production?(2/2)

"Could there be another saint appearing?"

Yuan Qinghan muttered.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, nothing..." Yuan Qinghan waved his hands hurriedly: "Go on!"

Hearing this, Yang Qingyun nodded.

The two turned around and wanted to leave.

Boom... and at this moment, suddenly, a blast sound suddenly sounded.

In front of the door of the room where Li Xinling was located, something suddenly exploded.

The rumbling sound spread, and a black smoke even rose in the sky at this moment.

Li Xin Ling was even swept away by the explosion wave and retreated in a panic.

"What's wrong?"

Li Xinling was a little confused at the moment.

Yang Qingyun and Yuan Qinghan, however, hurried over.

At this moment, Xian Wuwu, Xuan Zhen and others also arrived in a hurry.

"what happened?

Why did it explode?"

Several people looked astonished.

At this moment, Li Xinling hurriedly rushed into the ruins.

"Lingyue...Lingyue..." "Stop shouting!"

A voice sounded at this moment.

At this moment, Qin Chen walked out of the ruins and couldn't help but cough.

All in white, covered in dust.

"Master Qin!"

Li Xinling looked panicked and said, "My sister..." "Isn't she over there..." Qin Chen patted his clothes and coughed a few times.

At this moment, inside the ruins.

A petite figure slowly rose into the sky at this moment.

That petite figure, wearing a lavender skirt and shirt, looked eight or nine years old. At this moment, barriers appeared around her body.

The barrier showed a faint blood-colored light, shrouding his figure.

The surrounding dust cannot come near at this moment.

It's Li Xin Yue! At this moment, Li Xin Yue still looks like eight or nine years old, but the feeling is completely different.

Slowly, Li Xingyue's closed eyes slowly opened at this moment.
Chapter completed!
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