The guardian god is not a one-time talisman, but a talisman that can be reused by his spiritual consciousness.

For him, he is comparable to a person who protects the Tao.

It is also one of the most precious heritages he has obtained.

But now, such an important talisman was completely destroyed by one hand.

"you……"

While Meng Yongyi was heartbroken, he also felt a stream of palpitations constantly impacting his soul.

Even his biggest trump card is not this person's one-piece enemy, so how can he play?

A small Qingyang County not only hides thieves like Dong Zecheng, but also hides masters like Yuan Buwei.

What is this place?

Meng Yongyi gritted his teeth and glared at Mr. Dong fiercely:

"Dong Zecheng, you are lucky today. Remember what I look like, I will become your nightmare in the future!"

After saying that, he took out a cracked blue talisman from his arms.

This is a small shift talisman that can help him teleport to hundreds of miles away in an instant.

However, when he got this talisman, the talisman was almost at its limit of use, and it might be damaged if he used it again.

This has always been one of his trump cards.

I didn't expect it to be folded in such a place.

"disease!"

Meng Yongyi didn't care about his heartache and pinched the small move talisman.

The imaginary sense of weightlessness in spatial transformation did not appear, and Meng Yongyi found that he had not left at all.
Chapter completed!