Strange magic in various places emerge one after another.

Witchcraft.

Calling God.

Lightning strike.

Sound sound.

Each of them competes to appear!

Arranged at the top of the battlefield, Zhao Yang looked at the S-level weirdness in front of him who wanted to escape from time to time in the void, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Cao Fang! If a weird person runs out of this battlefield, I will kill you!"

"Then you'd better kill me now!!!"

On the Shu Mountain and in the lotus pond, even though a large amount of spiritual energy poured in at all times, Cao Fang's face was still pale at this time.

Too much consumption!

Even with the blessing of countless formations, Shushan, a natural spiritual weapon, is expanded.

It is not something that Cao Fang can do to seal hundreds of times at one time, or even hundreds of meters of S-level weird space escape!

Even if there are hundreds of people around him doing the same thing as him, and there are five great monks of the soul, the same is true!

He shouted and cursed at Zhao Yang.

Cao Fang looked at his forehead, which turned white from time to time, and then changed his black hair in the blink of an eye, and felt like he was playing with his heartbeat again.

Why does hair turn white?

Because his life span is always consumed!

As for why it turned black again?

Looking at the lotus pond, the original currency piled up with the entire pond, Cao Fang could only grit her teeth to support it.

"Damn it! You have to finish your work sooner! I can't tell you my life, but I'll explain it at any time!"

"You still need to say it?"

Above the sky.

Looking at Li Liang who had already taken the demon sword, Zhao Yang whispered Cao Fang.

Bloody mist began to spread behind Li Liang.

Figures that had not appeared for many years seemed to be unblocked and gradually lined up behind Li Liang.

Same action.

Same dress.

Holding the handle of the knife in his hand, he roared two big words in his mouth.
Chapter completed!