Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

The flowing liquid water, rapidly solidified, transformed into white solid ice, still retaining its spiral shape, carrying a penetrating force. 。The frenzied foot stomped, leaping from the golden dragon palanquin, snatched up an iron rod, and with a sudden sweep... 。His iron rod wasn't an ordinary object, heavier than a mountain peak. When he swung it, ripples like waves formed all around. 。," 。Suddenly, behind the frenzy, two powerful waves of holy power surged out one after another, and two semi-holy king-level beings charged up. 。One of them, covered in purple flames, looked like a monkey, three meters tall. He was the leader of the Flame Monkey clan from the Dao Prison Realm. 。The other was a humanoid, very old, holding a crescent-shaped scimitar. He was the disciple of a human Great Saint from the Blade Prison Realm, Old Man Qi Li. 。,Three and a half Step Saint Kings surrounded him at once. Fen Mo instantly felt the pressure, immediately retracted his smile, and caressed his iron rod. Suddenly, a series of tadpole-shaped runes appeared on the surface of the iron rod.。