"court death."

The blood-haired old man snorted coldly and covered it with his palm.

Zhao Yun and Mozi stepped forward together, smashing Ling Tian's big hand with one punch and one sword.

The blood-haired old man groaned and was shocked to take a step back. His old eyes narrowed slightly and he was staring at Mr. Zhao. That guy's punch was so strong! More than 80% of the power of his palm just now was from that guy.

As for the guy next to him who was destroyed by the bomb, he seemed to be just a soy sauce guy.

Have times changed? How can a small Ksitigarbha be so capable?

"No wonder it's hidden here."

Zhao Yun murmured that the opponent was very powerful, but he was not in the Tianwu realm, nor did he retreat from the Tianwu realm. He was just a quasi-celestial peak. Because of this, he did not dare to go out.

He is very strange.

Only one Quasi-Tian pinnacle can summon and control two Tianwu corpse puppets at the same time?

"It must be because of the bloodline." Mozi whispered.

"Reliable." Zhao Yun touched his chin. He saw that the opponent had bloody hair. He was obviously of a special bloodline, but he didn't know what kind of bloodline it was. It would probably be able to bless the coffin-sinking technique and help him control the two Tianwu corpse puppets.

"Get ready." Mozi reminded.

"Always be prepared." Zhao Yun smiled.

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Chapter completed!