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"I see."
At that time, she didn¡¯t want to inherit the inheritance of Immortal Killing Palace at all, so naturally she didn¡¯t pay so much attention.
But now, the enemies of Killing Immortal Palace are her enemies!
Not to mention that she hates betrayal most in her life!
And the person who betrayed Tian Mingzi was obviously deeply trusted by him, otherwise he would not have caused an inscription sect like the Immortal Killing Palace to be wiped out!
Luo Qingtong still remembers the madness and desolation that Tian Mingzi felt when he asked her to inherit the inheritance of Immortal Killing Palace!
She still clearly remembers even the happy and sinister smile the other party gave him when he left.
"Forcing such an old man, who is as sincere and cheerful as an old naughty boy, to such an extent!
Very good, she remembered that traitor!
Luo Qingtong's eyes narrowed coldly.
Now that she has accepted the inheritance of Immortal Killing Palace, she will definitely face off against the opponent!
If given the chance, she would naturally be willing to strike first!
By the way, clean up the house for that old man Tian Mingzi!
¡°Let¡¯s go, let¡¯s get out of here first.¡±
"People outside should be waiting impatiently."
"We will investigate the matter of the Inscription Masters General Union slowly after we return."
Luo Qingtong said to Xiao Xiangzhu in her heart.
She and Song Cheng have stayed here long enough, and they don¡¯t know what the situation is outside.
Thinking of the insidious Master Chen who threw Song Cheng to the entrance of the seventh floor, she always felt that he would do something after he got out!
If he forcibly attacks the people of Tianfeng Mingwen City, it will be troublesome.
"Um."
The little fragrant pig nodded and jumped into Luo Qingtong's sleeve pocket.
Its presence is too conspicuous.
?? Luo Qingtong is still hiding her identity now, but she can't find a flaw in it.
The little fragrant pig is still very reliable in some serious matters.
Songcheng is also worried about Tianfeng Mingwen City.
Like Luo Qingtong, he didn¡¯t think the people in Leng Yumingwen City would give up!
Especially since the shameless guy Leng Yumingwen City Master lost the bet with him, he is very likely to take risks!
His inscription talent has increased now, and he feels that his inscription strength is slowly rising.
You know, Song Cheng has been learning inscription patterns for decades.
The foundation of the inscription is solid.
If it weren¡¯t for his talent, and with his diligence, his inscription strength would be unbelievably strong!
With the help of the inscription talent, his inscription strength suddenly increased like a rocket.
Soon he was promoted to the level of senior inscription master.
As his strength grew, Song Cheng's confidence also grew.
At the same time, I am even more worried about the people in Tianfeng Mingwen City.
¡°It¡¯s okay, let¡¯s go down quietly so as not to disturb anyone.¡±
Luo Qingtong's eyes turned slightly, but did not stop Song Cheng from rushing out.
She now controls the Inscription Tower and easily transfers herself and Song Cheng to the first floor.
"Walk."
Leaving the Inscription Pattern Tower, it was already approaching dusk outside.
Luo Qingtong looked at the dimming skylight outside, and quietly left Mingwen Square with Song Cheng.
Because there was no movement in the Inscription Tower, no one knew that Luo Qingtong and Song Cheng had left the Inscription Tower alive.
At this time, in the palace of the Lord of Tianfeng Mingwen City.
The Lord of Tianfeng Mingwen City sighed to the moon, feeling indescribable sadness in his heart.
That Master Chen was determined not to give up the Inscription Pagoda, and the sacrifice of his disciples was of no use.
¡°Cheng¡¯er, it¡¯s because the master is useless and you died in vain!¡±
The Lord of Tianfeng Mingwei City burst into tears.
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the Lord of Tianfeng Mingwen City. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com