The unusual movement of the God of Waste is just to divert people's attention.

"What should I do? This guy can't suppress it for the time being."

The ancestor Qiankun scratched his head and said.

"Small question."

Ye Xuan gently patted the heavy snow-raising sword gourd around his waist.

Wow! The crossing river master turned into a sword light and appeared in this world of nothingness in an instant.

Swish swish swish swish———Immediately afterwards, endless sword intent was shrouded in all directions.

Overwhelming the heavens! Ye Xuan did not rush to take action, and made sword fingers with his right index finger and middle finger, shaking gently in the void.

After being controlled by Ye Xuan, the overwhelming sword intent was condensed into a pocket flying sword, with a total of 108.

The thirty-six Heavenly Gang and the seventy-two Earthly Evils are arranged.

But Ye Xuan shouted: "Town!"


Chapter completed!