This figure holds two talismans in his hand.

Every spell exudes the aura of great destruction.

The figure fell and the spell was torn apart.

In an instant, two beams of light as bright as the sun appeared.

When these two beams of light exploded, they tore everything apart and instantly severely damaged those blood-red Shura wills.

However, that old big hand was extremely powerful. At this moment, it directly tore apart one of the light pillars and slapped it hard towards the Guchu disciple.

"not good……"

Within the light curtain, Dao Qingzi's frightened and angry voice came out again.

He wants to stop it.

But it's still too late.

The moment this big old hand smashed down, all the hundreds of thousands of disciples who went out to fight were wiped out in ashes.

"Asshole!"
Chapter completed!