Tianlong sits at Jusheng Mountain, but with a single thought, his sword travels hundreds of millions of miles, and immortals and gods are also doomed.

This kind of handwriting is enough to suppress the imminent moves of the immortals and gods from all sides.

However, I'm afraid I can't suppress those beings who can be called big shots in ancient times.

"The power of the Dade Holy Dynasty is too great. In the past, it was just a small fight. Now it is so powerful that it has endangered the higher immortals. Moreover, the Tianwu Sea has been turned into a wasteland. Jusheng Mountain has replaced the position of the Holy Palace. It will surely lead to many people who are still here.

Choose the existence hidden in the depths.”

The fairy in white said softly: "How many old friends will appear because of this?"

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Western Defense Line.

The sword shines in all directions.

The elites of Da Chu died countless times. The situation was over and they all collapsed.

And that sword pierced through the void and returned to Jusheng Mountain in an instant.

But above the sky, the real dragon suddenly opened its mouth, and saw the sword swallowed into its mouth.
Chapter completed!