"Old ancestor!"

Murong Li shouted softly, and then stepped out of the formation and came to Murong Jue in a few seconds.

Although he did not break through the innate world, Murong Li still has the strength of a first-class warrior.

When Murong Jue heard Murong Li's voice, his charred body suddenly opened his eyes.

He reached out and grabbed the essence and blood of hundreds of Murong clan royal disciples were directly pulled out.

"Saint Ancestor, I am the emperor. I have the national fortune. Sucking me dry can definitely help the Saint Ancestor," Murong Li said with a resolute expression.

Murong Jue nodded, without saying too much, he directly drained all the essence and blood from Murong Li's body, turning him into a mummy.

He didn't have the time to talk more, because the thunder above had fallen again.

And Murong Jue, who had absorbed so much essence and blood of the Murong royal family, gradually recovered his aura.

But even after recovery, he had no chance.

Because the way of heaven in the dark seemed to be really angry, this time it was a deep purple thunder that was descended.

The sound of this catastrophe thunder is not as terrifying as before, and it seems to be just a very ordinary catastrophe thunder.

But Murong Jue, who was under the thunder, seemed to have felt something and hurriedly arranged all his means.

Then, Zhang Jing saw a scene that made them think deeply.

Murong Jue, who was exposed to the purple thunder, had his body shattered inch and he didn't even escape.

The field fell into death.

No one expected that the terrifying existence, who had surpassed the half-step of the Saint's Prospect, would use all his means to be so vulnerable to this terrifying thunder.

The scene he saw with his own eyes made the other saints of the Three Kingdoms frightened.
Chapter completed!