Without Yun Chujiu’s help, everyone had already started to attack the Ku Ling.
One had to admit that a person’s imagination was extraordinarily strong. At this moment, they had already imagined the Ku Ling to be an extremely sinister and cunning existence.
Hei xinjiu secretly heaved a sigh of relief. She had finally covered it up.
Seeing that no one had noticed her for the time being, she hurriedly sent her spiritual sense into the storage ring.
The first thing she saw was the Zhen Blood Treasure Ball. She tried to touch it with her spiritual sense, but she did not sense any spiritual sense fluctuations.
Could it be that this thing was not a living thing? There was no Qi Ling?
Then why did such an unbelievable thing happen?
She sighed in her heart. It was a pity that the wool ball had been dormant. Otherwise, she could have thrown the Zhen Blood Treasure Ball into the great void mystic realm to avoid any more trouble.
At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd.