Uh...!

The immortal kings behind him were not much better.

Zhao Yun's sword is so powerful that it is no different from sweeping through the void with one sword.

"Is this... so strong?"

Her mind is as firm as the immortal demon queen, but her expression is dazed.

She still remembered that Zhao Yun had only entered the fairyland when he entered the world of mortals. In just over a hundred years, he had grown to such an extent that she was so powerful that she was not even qualified to look up to him.

boom!

Zhao Yun's palm was like a knife, cutting open an underground palace.

When he stopped, he found that the locked demon king had been rescued by him.

Just like the Demon Queen just now, the Demon Lord also looked stunned at this moment.

"Zhao Yun." The ancestor of King Ming who was knocked over came back to kill him. His eyes were scarlet and his face was hot. He said no just now, but now he was found.

"You have to pay the price for hurting my relatives and friends." Zhao Yun said coldly and coldly.

"What a loud tone." Before Ming Wang Patriarch could speak, he heard Yuyou's words.

Before he finished speaking, he saw an old man in purple clothes walking out of the deep mountains, with purple auspicious clouds at his feet. His clothes were swaying, and he had an immortal spirit. Every time he took a step, a strange phenomenon appeared around him.

Demigod, this is a demigod, and his aura is stronger than that of the Bloodyin Old Daoist.

Seeing him come out, Mingwang Patriarch instantly felt confident and straightened his back.

Looking at Zhao Yun, his expression didn't change. He already knew that there was a demigod here.

"Junior, you are too arrogant." The purple-clothed Taoist's words were vague.

"Senior, you are not from Mingwang Sect!" Zhao Yun took a sip of wine.
Chapter completed!