"Master God...what a magical power..." Da Siming's pupils shrank, shocked by Song Linqiang's magic.

The twelve monks not only look the same as Song Lin, but also have the same strength.

The only difference is the magic weapon and spells on the body.

What is this concept?

One person's breakthrough is equal to thirteen people's breakthrough at the same time. One person's becoming stronger is equal to thirteen people becoming stronger at the same time.

At first glance, it seems unremarkable, but upon closer inspection, it’s amazing. Isn’t this too outrageous?

One of them, Song Lin, who was holding a coffin, said next to Da Siming:

"The main body is going to stop the Zhulong. Da Si Ming, you have a good way of longevity. Let me learn it another day."

While speaking, Song Lin himself had already rushed out of the boundless starry sky and faced the candle dragon as big as a star.

The most difficult battle since Hedao came.
Chapter completed!