The two felt a chill in their hearts.
They wanted to use Jiang Fan, but now they face the risk of being attacked from both sides?
This young man, though he looks so young, is not easy to handle at all.
Xuanyang turned his old eyes slightly and transmitted a message: "Elder Xiang, give it to him!"
"If we can't survive, what use is there in keeping this talisman?"
"Let him deal with the Black Moon Venerable!"
"If by chance he survives, we can come back for a second strike to reclaim it."
"Does he think he can lay claim to the things of Sanqing Mountain?"
Elder Xiang's eyes flickered.
Noticing Black Moon Venerable's aura quickly approaching, he gritted his teeth, decisively took out a jade box, and tossed it to Jiang Fan.
"Take it!"
Jiang Fan opened it and looked.
A jade talisman inscribed with mysterious blood appeared before his eyes.
The blood contained an overwhelming spiritual pressure, undoubtedly True Spirit Blood!
