The spiritual energy like the ocean instantly submerged Yan Nantian.

The screams rang out in the spiritual storm.

After a long time, the spiritual energy dissipated.

Yan Nantian landed on the ground. He was half-kneeling on the ground, lowering his head, and blood kept flowing out from the corners of his mouth.

And at this moment, his breath was extremely sluggish.

tread!

Lin Xiaotian, who was floating in the air, looked at the scene and his face fell indifferently, landed in front of Yan Nantian, looking down at him from a high point.

puff!

The latter raised his head, his face was extremely pale, and then he couldn't help but vomited blood again.

"My life palace—"

He opened his mouth and whispered in despair.

"The powerful people in the divine realm have several qi pools. Once they reach the saint realm, the qi pools merge to form a life palace. The power is also more pure.

But there is only one life palace, there are several qi pools, one broken, and only one migrant worker, and it will be broken if it breaks.
Chapter completed!