Huang Longzi's eyelids twitched and said in a deep voice: "Senior has good eyesight. I have not been united for a long time and have not been good at learning skills, but I will not be inferior to that King Zhenwu."

"Yeah?"

Pang Wenlong refused to comment. Huang Longzi wanted to say something, but he waved his hand to interrupt:

"I am in a state of turmoil today. What do you want to say? Come again in a few days!"

After saying that, he looked at Li Yuan's shoulder and pressed it, and without waiting for Huang Longzi to answer, he had disappeared from the spot.

...

boom!

The cold wind roared like a thunderstorm, tearing a large area of ​​scorched earth.

"Spit~"

A cry came from the darkness, and a huge phoenix bird soared at the extremely high place of the secluded realm. After sucking it once, he slowly lowered his head, as if he had noticed something, and made another cry.

"This evil beast!"

The roof of the temple in Bafang is dark and bright, with the twenty-three sides of the east as deep as water, and I feel a little annoyed in my heart.

During the years when Bafang Temple has been wandering in various realms, it has encountered many evil gods, but most of the time, those evil gods who have lost most of their spiritual wisdom cannot even detect Bafang Temple.

A few were also sent by him.

But now, his spiritual puppet's body has been greatly damaged, and if he wants to take action, it will inevitably affect the birth of Bafang Temple this time.

and……

"The breath of the wound..."

Looking at the wounds that were transparent in front and behind the Xuehuang's chest, Dong Ershisan's eyes were slightly deeper, and he still forced himself to resist the desire to take action, activate the heart of the spiritual puppet, and led the Bafang Temple to hide in the darkness.

"Cry!"

The blood phoenix roared and shook all directions.

The even more terrifying wind raged in the secluded realm.

Hundred miles, thousands of miles...

...

...

Woo ~

The faint light shines.

In the endless scorched earth, there are sometimes low growlings and roars.

"The matching of this fighting hall is too problematic. Master Dao is only in the second level, how can he match a fifth level beast?!"

In the void thousands of feet above the ground, a flying boat as big as dust, a young man robed his general knowledge racket on the deck, and his face was shaking.

"Defeated again?"

Not far from him, a thin young man was squinting his eyes and looking at the ninety-three "stars" hanging high above the secluded realm, and he didn't look back when he heard the sound:

"The monk has not even entered the third level of the battle hall for nearly five hundred years. It's really a shame for your ancestors!"

"Wang Xuandao!"

The fat Taoist priest was furious, but as soon as he cursed, he felt dark in front of him and was slapped on the deck.

"Shut up!"

Wang Xuandao's voice was low and filled with shock and anger:
Chapter completed!