C70 Survival 1

The previously bright sky darkened, and as my blood drained, my head grew heavy.

But even so, I could see that the old Taoist was casting magic.

As the little bell rang, the moonlight in the sky seemed to gather together and shine on our little world.

'Heaven spirit, earth spirit, Buddha, who is the Ancestor Queen Mother coming to save me? ' I called out in my mind.

At this moment