Another word rang out.

The figures all over the sky rushed into Nan Sheng's body like hummingbirds returning to their nests.

Nan Shengdao: "Do you think my spiritual power is stronger, or Zhang Ruochen's?"

Yuan Ji laughed loudly: "Nan Sheng worships under the disciples of the Seven Great Masters of Tiannan. Whether it is the strength of his mental power or the use of his mental power, Zhang Ruochen cannot match it."

According to legend, there are four legendary figures in the hell world whose spiritual power has reached the ninetieth level.

Supreme Lord Yama, the Palace of Great Tribulation in the Void.

Xinghai Angler, Tiannan Life and Death Market.

The seven great men that Ji originally mentioned were the seven disciples of the Tiannan Life and Death Ruins. Each of his disciples was named after a number.

Seven is his last disciple.

Even though he is only the Seventh Disciple, many gods have to call him Seventh Master when they see him.

Of course, these four spiritual legends are all proverbs left over a hundred thousand years ago, and they were powerful in the battle between gods.

No one knows whether any of them have died in the past 100,000 years.

It is also unknown whether a new ninety-level spiritual power will be born.

Haike couldn't wait any longer and said: "Let's go and capture that kid now. I will definitely let him know what it means to not be able to survive or die. Not even in the demigod body. I will tear him to pieces with my own hands."

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Suddenly, a monk from the rot tribe rushed to the foot of the holy banquet steps with a frightened expression, and said in a panic: "Zhang...Zhang...Zhang Ruochen is here, Zhang Ruochen is here...comes to the Holy Land..."

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Tonight, I have been checking Moments and Weibo, reading information related to Dr. Li Wenliang, and I feel particularly uncomfortable. I hope all sentient beings can achieve a miracle with their thoughts.
Chapter completed!