A divine light rushed out of his body, protecting Yan Wuxin.

And at the same time, a cold voice came from the side...

"Didn't I say it, it's just a ray of soul and mind. Don't pose in front of us!"

Jiang Xiaofan spoke.

"Dong!"

He directly sacrificed his right fist, with bright silver lights and intertwined Dao lights, and he met the sky fiercely.

The King of Ming Dynasty Fist!

"There's nothing to say, brothers, do it and smash it with one blow!"

He shouted coldly.

As soon as his words fell, three powerful divine powers rushed up immediately.

Qin Luo's body was intertwined with divine light, but at this moment, there was no reservation. Two black and white divine lights intertwined from his body, slashing forward in a cross-shaped manner: "It should have been like this long ago, it's just a wisp of soul thought, what are you talking about to him? This immortal, I hate this old man, kill him!"

"Buzz!"

The void is twisted, and a powerful yin and yang force spreads out, which is very terrifying.

Not long ago, the old liar passed him a "Yinyang Innate Technique" in the starry sky, which was a secret technique of the holy heaven. At this moment, he barely produced one of the holy techniques, which immediately shocked the four directions of the space.

"Clam!"

The sword light shook and the divine light soared into the sky.

Cang Muheng had no expression on his face, and a hazy long sword rushed out of his body, held it in his hand, and slowly drew a sword in front of him. Although this sword was slow, its power was terrifying.

"nothingness."

Chen Yifeng only has these two words.

His hands were intertwined, and mysterious magic spells emerged, intertwining into a cage of the world.

"boom!"

The four of them fought together, and there was no reservation at all at this moment.

The four fears of power rushed forward, and then they were merged with the Tianxin and harmony technique, turning into a terrifying force. It was simply blowing away and destroying all obstacles, and immediately shattering the right hand of the old antique Yuetong.

"you!"

The old antiques of the Yuetong clan were frightened.

Jiang Xiaofan and the other two suddenly burst out with such a terrifying power without any warning, so he was not even prepared.

"Some little ants!"

His eyes were filled with stern eyes, allowing the terrifying god to overwhelm himself.

At this moment, he did not resist, or there was no need to resist. As Jiang Xiaofan said, at this moment, he was just a ray of soul thought. Although his pressure was extremely terrifying, his real combat power was only at the early stage of Luo Tian. How could he resist Jiang Xiaofan and others?

"Chew!"

In the blink of an eye, this soul thought was drowned and disappeared on the spot.

"There's not much time left, let's go."

Jiang Xiaofan turned his head and said to Yan Wuyue.

Yan Wuyue naturally understood, her eyes were filled with blood, her moon's eyes opened, and she re-used the previous holy art.

"Dong!"

However, at this moment, the terrifying pressure suddenly rushed up.

"Let's go? Have you left..." A ruthless voice sounded again. On the altar in front of him, a black-haired young man appeared silently, looking coldly at Jiang Xiaofan and others: "No one who enters this area can leave alive."
Chapter completed!