Nan Zheng, who had fallen into the dust, had long since lost his human appearance. The originally explosive bronze skin was like a candle in the wind, and would be annihilated at any time.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Too great, too great!"

"Despicable real world!"

Nan Zheng roared hoarsely, his eyes fixed on Mu Lingxi, Ye Chen and others. When he was about to die, his eyes were full of pride.

"One arm of Master Jueshen's dharma body is enough to kill all of you, how pitiful!"

"Pathetic ants!"

Mu Lingxi's eyes were indifferent, he reached out with one hand, cut off Nan Zheng's head, and said calmly: "Jueshen Ji Shikong's aggressive attack is probably a key node to use Zihuang Immortal Palace to deal with the coming disaster. Wuwu Shikong

It seems that those guys have no intention of abiding by the agreement made back then."

(End of chapter)


Chapter completed!