The old drunkard laughed.

The next moment, Lin Tian felt that the arm pressing on his neck was no longer strong, and the old drunkard disappeared silently.

He stood there quietly for a long time, then turned around and left, quickly disappearing at the end of the horizon.

…

Time flew by for three days.

On this day, Lin Tian stood on the top of a purple mountain and used a special method to make a voice: "Everyone in the Qiyao Dynasty has lost all their cultivation. On the land of Shengzhou, friends who have been oppressed by this lineage, now

, it’s time for revenge.”

He used his magic to vibrate the sound, which was loud and distant, and spread far away in an instant, and was known to every monk.

For a time, the entire Shengzhou was horrified.

Looking down at the endless years of the Qiyao Dynasty in Shengzhou, the entire clan and cultivation have all disappeared?!

"this……"

"How can it be?!"

"Who shouted the voice? It's a rumor?!"
Chapter completed!