The old man from Thief subconsciously calculated that, but with a puff of blood, he fainted on the spot.

On the other side.

In the deserted forest, Xian Xianghua walked forward. She suddenly jumped up, came to mid-air, and looked up.

She narrowed her eyes and murmured, "Who is fighting...this momentum..."

She was secretly shocked. Could it be Emperor Yang?

Who is the other person?

When did such a strong existence appear in the Northern Wilderness Region?

Could it be that the ancient powerful people are reviving?

...

The Emperor Dao Thousand-Handed Sword Buddha stopped, and Zhou Xuanji was in his body, gasping for breath.

The sword just now made him lose some strength. If it weren't for the Tianxiatu's spiritual power, he would have fallen down and smashed to pieces.

His eyes locked ahead.

The clouds and smoke dissipated, Xuanyuan Zhou's figure slowly revealed, and lightning appeared faintly around him.

Xuanyuan Zhou was covered in blood and his chest was exposed to his white ribs. He was miserable and terrifying, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

His breath was weak and he was constantly gasping.

"Zhou Xuanji... You are indeed powerful... you already have the strength to compete with the Three Tribulations of Sanxian..."

He said intermittently, as if he was at the end of his strength.

"but……"
Chapter completed!