Saint? Yan Chuan raised his eyebrows.

"We are really all acquaintances!" A trace of complexity flashed in Yan Chuan's eyes.

"Saint King, according to the news from all over the world, these saints are extremely fierce and more than ten times the power of the former saints!" Yi Feng said worriedly.

Yan Chuan nodded and said, "Yes, Dugu Potian, Bai Qi and others who died not long ago personally experienced it. Dugu Potian's Ancestral Immortal Ninth Heaven, but after becoming a saint, he can mobilize the power of the great power of heaven and earth, and his strength can be stable at the eleventh Heaven of Ancestral Immortal, or even infinitely close to the twelfth level."

"This is just the ancestor immortal of the Ninth Heaven. If the ancestor immortal of the Tenth Heaven becomes a saint, his strength will not be completely comparable to that of the ancestor immortal of the Twelve Heaven?" Yi Feng's face darkened.

"Not bad!" Yan Chuan nodded.

In the study, the ministers immediately started to discuss and looked worried.

"Don't worry too much. Keep the territory of Dazhen well. I mobilize the power of Dazhen in the world, and the saints can't do anything to me!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

"Yes!" Everyone responded-

The world of the world.

The dragon chariot pulled Yan Chuan, Miaomiao, and Zhao Afang in a fast flight.

At this moment, frost and snow suddenly landed over the vast sea.

"Crack, Crack!"

The whole sea was frozen.

The air is getting colder and colder.

Gradually, the Five Dragons seemed to feel like they were about to be frozen.

"It's so cold!" Qisha exclaimed.

"Yes, why is it suddenly so cold?"

"Ah, my dragon claws are frozen unconscious!"

"My face is frozen!"

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The dragons said one by one, one by one.

"Wake up!" Suddenly, Yan Chuan's explosion came.

The Five Dragons were shocked and suddenly realized that the coldness around them had dissipated. The blue waves and sea were still there in front of them.

Just now, was that an illusion? It was all hallucinations?

"Gee, giggle, five stupid dragons, so stupid!" A string of silver bell-like laughter came from the distance.

"Meow, is it her who follows?" Meow looked up suddenly.

Yan Chuan also looked at the sky solemnly.

The Five Dragons are the ancestor immortals, and the power of the illusion is extraordinary!

Look with meow.

But I saw a woman standing above the clouds in the air.

The woman's long hair was tied up, revealing her beautiful white neck, and wearing blue silk, which set off her extremely plump and slender figure. Her face was soft, and on her back, two pairs of huge blue butterfly wings flapped slightly.

"Minister Butterfly?" Yan Chuan's eyes narrowed and he immediately recognized who the woman was.

In the past, in the underworld, the Heavenly Man Palace, a woman sealed by the mysterious heaven, and the butterfly queen who was later unsealed by Yin Hentian.

"Meow!" Meow raised his hair and looked at the butterfly at the sky with a little alert.

Butterfly's eyes at this moment were also staring at Meow Meow.
Chapter completed!