"Rumble, rumble," the spiritual energy in the body is rioting, like a magnificent long river.

Constantly criticizing.

Finally, he calmed down under Xu Zimo's forcible suppression.

"It seems like we need to gather our soul as soon as possible," Xu Zimo thought to himself.

Blood flashed across his eyes.

Xu Zimo's heart sank.

There is something wrong with this sea of ​​blood.

There seemed to be strong rules of killing mixed in. He absorbed too much and even had thoughts of killing.

Fortunately, he was strong and suppressed it forcefully.

Xu Zimo raised his head and looked at the eighteen magic armors in front of him.

These eighteen magic armors have returned to their original positions.

When Xu Zimo broke in again, the eighteen magic armors moved again.

"Stop anyone who comes. Anyone who breaks into the Holy Palace without mercy will be killed."

"It just so happens that my second style of Zhu Ten Thousand Immortals has already taken its prototype. How about you guys taste it?"

Xu Zimo raised Ba Ying and said softly.

Falling into the Nine Netherworlds means falling into the Nine Netherworlds Hell, where you will never be reincarnated.

So this Zhu Wanxian...

Cut through the nine heavens with one sword.

Under the dome, a supreme heaven appeared.

This heaven seems to be the master of the world.
Chapter completed!