When the Taoist priest turned around, he saw the adopted daughters of the Zhan family lined up in a row, looking at Jun Tianze with heroic looks, and finally knelt down in front of Jun Tianze with a thud.

Jun Tianze flicked his fingers, and the girls' clothes suddenly changed into fairy-like white clothes, with high ponytails and long hair. They looked not only handsome, but also a little more resolute.

They shouted in unison: "Kowtow to Your Highness."

Jun Tianze said quietly: "Get him."

The girls cast their sharp eyes on the Taoist priest in white, who looked nervous: "I didn't expect you to be able to recognize your guards without their souls intact. It's a pity that these girls have been cursed. They may not be able to recall their souls."

Skills. A guard without soul skills is just an embroidered pillow."

After the Taoist priest in white finished speaking, he immediately ordered Prajna: "Prajna, stop them."

Prajna smiled evilly, and then drew a talisman in front of him with his finger. After the talisman burned, a scimitar was revealed.

That is the primary weapon of soul skills.

Prajna's scimitar was thrown at the guard. It was obviously a scimitar, but in the end twelve of them were scattered.

The Taoist priest in white counted the number of guards and laughed heartily and said: "Jun Tianze, you originally had twelve guards, why are there three missing here?"

Zheng Ling suddenly thought of the three children who died in the Military Intelligence Palace, namely the eldest sister, the fifth sister, and the ninth sister. They were buried at the top of Yujiazhai. Without three guards, the guard's soul array would not be able to exert its huge power.

With such power, the machete quickly scattered the other sisters. They screamed in pain and fell to the ground, returning to their modern appearance.

Zheng Ling was very anxious: "Jun Tianze's soul is not intact, and there are not all the guards. What should we do?"

At this time, Zhan Hanjue, Xiao Luo, Yu Chengqian and others came quickly.

"Zheng Ling." Zhan Hanjue ran straight to Zheng Ling. He took her hand and said softly: "You have been missing for a long time. Do you know how worried I am about you?"

Zheng Ling remembered what he did to her last night and slapped him in the face. "Rogue." She scolded him angrily.

Zhan Hanjue froze on the spot stupidly.

Yu Chengqian smiled cheerfully: "Cousin, you have today too."

Zhan Hanjue stroked his painful face and looked at Zheng Ling angrily: "Wife, we are husband and wife."

Zheng Ling smacked him: "Obviously not. I am Jun Tianze's mother. You are not his father."

Zhan Hanjue was so depressed.

Zheng Ling's memory seemed to need to be reorganized. But he also had a way to conquer her. He raised his chin and nodded at the Taoist priest in white: "Do you want me to save your son?"

Zheng Ling looked him up and down several times and said with disdain, "Just you?" She could sense people with soul power, but Zhan Hanjue, she couldn't.

So she decided that he was an ordinary person.

Zhan Hanjue approached her and teased: "Come back and be my wife, and I will save your son."

Zheng Ling was slightly stunned. Where had she heard this before?

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Lord Zhan Han said to Xiao Luo: "That woman is really arrogant. Xiao Luo, go and kill her."

Prajna looked at Lord Zhan Han in disbelief, she didn't expect him to be so heartless towards her.

"Why can't you love me more after a thousand years?" Prajna asked angrily.

Zhan Hanjue said: "Because you always hurt my Zheng Ling."

Prajna was furious and jumped over.

Xiao Luo stepped forward and blocked Zheng Ling's blow.
Chapter completed!