Just as Jiang Wuye was suppressed by the momentum of the Eternal Divine City, a sinister and resentful roar exploded in the horizon.

An old bearded man wearing a star crown and a purple gold robe had red eyes and crossed wildly in the distant void, with a majestic body crammed over the world, as if he had a mouthful of universe.

"Don't worry, if he dares to do something, he will definitely not be able to take advantage of it!"

The Calabash grinned and had no intention of worry at all. He put his hands on his chest, looking like he was waiting for a good theater.

Unfortunately, although the powerful man came in a fierce manner, he did not lose the rules of provoking the Eternal Divine City in a rational way. After reaching this sky, he restrained all his breath.

But the gaze that wanted to eat people was staring at Jiang Wuye, hoping to cut Jiang Wuye into pieces.

Suddenly, Jiang Wuye couldn't bear it when he was scolded by a little beast. He was even more afraid and glared back hard and scolded: "Old Biden, what are you looking at?"

"You... little beast, how dare you scold me?"

The angry expression of the powerful man in the Star Temple suddenly froze.

In his expectation, Jiang Wuye should have been trembling, but unexpectedly, he was greeted with fearless scolding.

Doesn’t he know what he has done, what he will face, and what fear is?

"Whoever scolds first has no quality at all. You are still powerful and you are so powerful!"

With Jiang Wuye's temperament, how could he be abusive to this old man? He can't do it, but it doesn't mean he can't spit people, let alone being a person of this level, so don't be too happy.

"Haha, sharp-tongued, hurt my saint son, five days of pride, do you think you still have a chance..."

"Wait a moment!"

Jiang Wuye impatiently interrupted the powerful power of the Star Temple: "Who is the Son you are talking about?"

When the powerful man in the Star Temple heard Jiang Wuye, he couldn't even remember Mu Chen's name. He was like asking an ant that was crushed to death. He almost vomited blood when he was angry and gritted his teeth and said, "Mu! Chen!"

Mu Chen, is there this person?

Jiang Wuye wrinkled and recalled. It seemed that among the three thousand emperors, he only had an image of Shi Wuxin, and he had no interest in asking or recording the other rotten sweet potatoes.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh helplessly, saying, "The Mu Chen you mentioned is first of all, whether he is a man or a woman, what is his appearance? I don't know if he likes a man or a woman.

I don’t know all that you know, but I still have to take responsibility. This is a false frame-up.

It's like, I said I was in a bad mood today, can you kowtow to me? Will you kowtow?"

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Damn, this kid!

The gourdwa looked at the powerful power of the Star Temple who was congested with bloodshot eyes and couldn't speak, and couldn't help but take a breath. If he continued, this powerful power wouldn't be angry to death, right?

Being angry to death doesn't seem to be a use of force, right?

Well, there is something to do, come on, boy!

"You... sharp-toned teeth, sharp-toned mouth!!"

"Look, you get furious when you talk about the pain. After all, it's still an old dog that bites people crazy. You are limited to three days to commit suicide. Don't harm the world anymore."

"Ha, you can only take advantage of your verbal verbal slap. Don't think it's safe to hide in the Eternal City. You will return the pain they have experienced ten times or hundreds of times!!"

"Oh, you're talking nonsense again. Those little evildoers were obviously sent away by me happily. I smiled and felt that there was no pain?"

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Chapter completed!