“Sir!”
When the more than 10,000 disciples of the admission universe heard Wang Xian’s words, they were at a loss!
They were a little terrified.
If what the SIR in front of them said was true, what would happen to the future of their admission universe?
“I’ll give you an item. If the Saints of your admission universe resurrect in the future and come to slaughter you all, or if the powerhouses of the evil sequence camp come to slaughter you, carve some words on it. If I have time, I can rush over!”
“If you are killed by accident, I will come here to take a look too!”
Wang Xian waved his arm and threw a branch of the soul-returning wood to the old man at the front.
As long as the old man carved some words on the branch of the soul-returning wood, Wang Xian would be able to sense it. When he had the time, he could come over and help!
Wang Xian was not a saint. However, when he saw this tragic universe, he could not bear to see all the living beings being slaughtered!