Wu Tie looked down at Xiahou Wuming, who was unable to stand up while he was on the ground and vomiting blood. He smiled indifferently: "Brother Taishi, don't worry about Sui Chao's affairs. You, rest with peace of mind, let's talk about the future...that will happen later."

Wu Tie waved his hand, and Lao Tie scolded him. A large group of five elements elves elders rushed forward, serving one of them three or five, supporting Xiahou Wuming and the others, and also separating them from afar.

Wu Tie looked at Feng Si and others with a bleak face in the distance, and said calmly: "Now, I'm talking, you have to listen... you won't object, right?"

A Taoist from Qinglian Temple shouted angrily.

The black sword turned into a black sword light, instantly piercing through his body.

The Taoist man's life suddenly dissipated and he fell from the air.

Wu Tie smiled. He had already snatched the ancient jade talisman from Xiahou Wuming's hand and crushed it casually.

The original version of the torch formation shocked violently, and then the simple and simple altars everywhere were extinguished at the same time.

A ball of flint fire as big as a water tank flew up into the sky from the ruins of Qianyuan Hall, and the Avenue furnace flew over quickly, swallowing the flint fire fire that was passed down from generation to generation in one bite.

Wu Tie roared, and he used the Pangu Sutra and turned into Pangu's true body. His strength soared again. At this moment, Wu Tie, who was more than 50,000 feet tall, was standing in mid-air, emitting a huge tide of magic power that was as amazing as a tsunami to all directions.

Under Wu Tie's shock, no one around dared to move.

"Come here, please come, Your Majesty Feng Rong."

Wu Tie laughed loudly, and the Blood Prison roared and rushed towards Feng Rong, who was expressionless.
Chapter completed!