Back then, he saw with his own eyes how tragic these eighteen golden corpses turned into under the punishment of the Heavenly Power Thunder, one by one, and one by one, and they were broken. They were almost broken.

Only many years have passed, and everything has returned to its original state. The faint breath flows, as if golden liquid is flowing under the skin, which is even more than the horror of the struggle against the heavenly tribulation. "It is indeed worthy of being the corpse-abandoned Taoist who has been rampant in the ancient world of immortal cultivation, and it is indeed."

After a moment, the corpse of the corpse, Daodong, struggled as if the soul was about to escape from the body, became somewhat calmer. From beginning to end, its body seemed to be frozen. It felt like it was frozen. It felt an indescribable sense of stagnation.

"Who did he attack back then? He had such power."

Zhang Fan was secretly shocked. When the soul of the Taoist Taoist in the Ziqi was shaking and his mood was thrilling, he clearly felt that all the spiritual power in the Taoist in the body of the Ziqi was locked, as if countless river-blocking dams blocked the meridians.

"I will have today. I am not the bad guy who is your boy. You still have the face to help me get out of bed now.

After a while, Taoist Ziqi calmed down and said with a slight sarcasm.

"this

Zhang Fan touched his nose. This was not easy to touch. Fortunately, he was prepared.

"Hahaha"

Chang smiled and stood up. Zhang Fan stood up directly, staring at the Taoist soul of the Taoist in Ziqi, and said proudly: "Senior Ziqi dares to make a bet with me?"
Chapter completed!