"The Saint-level formation really has the power of a saint!"

Chu Yang changed his mind and flew out of the inner world one after another, namely Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Jumang, Rushou and Xuanming. In a blink of an eye, he merged into his body.

Buzzing!

His aura surged again, reaching the limit of the quasi-saint in one fell swoop, and faintly surpassing the supreme saint. At the level of power, he wanted to enter the holy realm.

This power is too strong.

The Hetu Luoshu above Chu Yang's head was blessed with magic power, and its power surged, exploding the cauldron outside. All the flames that looked thousands of miles away were crushed to pieces, but after a moment, they gathered together again.

"How can you increase your power so much? How can you be a little stronger than me?" The immense power caused severe turmoil in the space of the Nine Heavens Holy Fire Array.

Feng Jiutian's voice was horrified.

"Even if that's the case, you will definitely die!"

"Xuanhuo Sword, come out!"

Feng Jiutian exploded with the ultimate method.

A red long sword appeared on the sea of ​​fire. In an instant, all kinds of violent flames suddenly became extremely respectful, and flames were bent towards the Xuanhuo Sword.

This is surrender.

"Sacred Artifact?"

Chu Yang looked at him and his heart was tight.
Chapter completed!