"The realm of the Taoist Lord!?"

Zhuo Yunxian looked solemn, and directly hung the Chaos Bell above his head to suppress the boundless blood.

This is the breath of the Taoist Lord, and Zhuo Yunxian has only felt it in the ancient Taoist Lord.

Of course, compared with the ancient Taoist Lord of the Desolate, this Lord of the Blood Prison is too far behind, probably the Lord of the Three Tribulations.

Moreover, the other party was not coming from his true body. He was much weaker, at least he could not suppress Zhuo Yunxian at this moment.

"Dao Yi!?"

"I didn't expect that there would be a Taoist weapon in the small realm. I guess it was the legacy of the ancient Taoist master, right?

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The Lord of the Blood Prison smiled coldly and did not take Zhuo Yunxian seriously at all.

In his opinion, the starry sky in this world cannot give birth to any strong people.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehe!"

Amid the hideous laughter, the Lord of the Blood Prison turned into a flying centipede and devoured towards Zhuo Yunxian.
Chapter completed!