Chương 1912: The Dragon turtle

Venerable Western shell walked up to the formation light and clenched his fingers. Golden light gathered from the surroundings and condensed into a Golden Plate. He carved runes on it and threw it forward.

The Golden medal turned into a stream of light and flew into the White light in the center, disappearing.

what? " Yunxiao asked in surprise. won't the array spirit destroy it if it sends a voice transmission directly through the Jade tablet? "

"Hehe."

I don't know if this formation spirit is too conceited or stupid, " venerable Western shell said with a smile. it's never stopped me from communicating with general. It just doesn't allow anyone to take a single step into the formation ring.

Soon, a black light flew out of the center of the formation ring and landed in venerable siebei's hand. His divine sense swept out and immediately caught the black light. He laughed loudly.