Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Nor did he know how many talismans he had used, finally, Fang Yi and Dongliu Jianzun were getting closer and closer to the Holy Palace. Even with the two of them's composure, they couldn't help but show excitement at this moment. 。,Jin Bu Long's momentum was unstoppable, like a bamboo forest being swept away. He smashed through three Wan Wen Sacred Artifacts in succession, shattered four sacred arts, and rushed towards the Sacred Mansion at lightning speed.,Just a little bit. 。If my cultivation were to advance further, Zhang Ruochin would definitely not be able to withstand this sword of mine. 。“The Eastern Flow Sword Saint felt a tinge of regret.” 。"Zhang Ruochin, your cultivation seems to have increased a lot. No wonder you dare to rush over alone." 。Unfortunately, you've met us two. You're destined to drink hatred today. 。。