C221 A tomb a nunnery

In the dark night sky, a handsome man dressed in white slowly descended, his hand still holding his usual magic bag that was used to trap demons and devils.

A gentle breeze blew. Mo Xian stood in front of the [space splitting cauldron], his lips pale and traces of blood hanging from the corners of his mouth. However, his smile was like the spring breeze.

For a moment, Qi Huaizhao saw them