This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! It was not until these two people really left that the void slowly became noisy.

"This is the world of the strong..." someone whispered, and his interest waned for a moment.

Only strong people will respect their opponents.

Both Han Muye and Dang Wuyou have shown enough strength to be so casual with each other.

Every word and action determines the life and death of countless people.

But do they take the lives and deaths of countless thousands of people seriously?

No, they only see people worthy of being their opponents.

They don't care at all about other people's lives and deaths.

"The Taoist struggle, I'm afraid this is the beginning of the Taoist struggle..."

Someone whispered, and a look of worry flashed across his face.

The Taoist struggle has not really begun yet, but all parties have already shown overwhelming power that is hard to resist.

Time, space, treasures, puppets of the divine court.

With this kind of moral dispute, can anyone fish in troubled waters?

"Uncle, what should we do?" Bai Yuming looked at the old man carrying the sword in front of him.

The others turned their heads at the same time.

When they went to the Three-Day Sword Pavilion, people who came there respected the old man in front of them.

Luo Wuming, said to be nameless, but left a name in heaven and earth.

At this time, Luo Wuming's expression was solemn, and the divine light in his eyes intertwined.

"This battle is more dangerous and terrifying than imagined." He looked at the sect disciples around him and spoke in a low voice.

Dangerous.

I originally planned to benefit from the Taoist struggle and escape unscathed.

At this point, it seems that this plan may come to nothing.

"Whether it is Tianxuan or the fairy spirit, they have shown enough power to sweep this world."

The fighting spirit in Luo Wuming's body restrained and did not escape even a trace.

Whether it was Dang Wuyou, Han Muye, or the Monkey King, the power of each of these people made his heart palpitate.

With his intuition as a swordsman, it would be difficult for him to escape unscathed in front of these three people!

"Prime Minister Tianxuan Han controls the seven-story sword pavilion. According to the rules of our sword pavilion, we should do our best to help each other." Luo Wuming's words made everyone around him nod.

If they could only choose one side, Xuan Han was the best choice for them that day.

"Let's go. Now that you've decided, don't hesitate." Luo Wuming shouted in a low voice. Behind him, the six-story sword pavilion appeared.

Everyone flew up and headed towards Tianxuan.

Ten days later, a message came from the void.

The army of 80 million fairy spirits swept across the void with saints and semi-saints in tow.

Under the leadership of Huang Zhihu, Tianxuan Ten Thousand Sword Cultivators swept across the void.

Those who follow will prosper, those who go against will perish.

In the battle of Tao, there are only oneself and the enemy.

Three days later, Jiange Luo Wuming defected to Tianxuan.

A month later, Yuling Dao Sect formed an alliance with the Fairy World.
Chapter completed!