Xian Xianghua's eyes were cold and said, "If you want to kill me, just you? Even your master, Huangquan Dragon King, dare not speak so wildly!"

"Did you ever see it when the Dragon King of Huangquan knelt down in front of me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the two demons of Huangquan instantly looked ugly.

This is the immortal dream flower.

Not only do you have to win against your opponent, but you also have to scold you for winning.

People talk a lot.

far away.

Qin Gang lay on the mountain with a look of despair and murmured: "It's over...it's over..."

If the immortal thought flower dies, the Epiphyllum Sect will really no longer exist.

He was loyal to the Epiphyllum Sect and had already developed ambition to die.

"Xian Wanhua, no one can save you today! The reptiles in the Epiphyllum Sect over there can't be!"

The two demons of Huangquan stood up and walked towards the immortal flower.

Xian Xianghua took a deep breath, and her eyes gradually turned purple.

"Who said no one can save it!"

At this moment, Zhou Xuanji's voice resounded throughout the world!

I saw him holding the Ghost God Emperor Sword, the White Dragon Divine Bone Sword, and the Ba Jiu flew over. The emperor's ghost aura entangled around him, condensed the Ghost God Emperor. A magical martial white dragon entrenched around the body of the Ghost God Emperor, with a strong aura.

When I saw him, Xian Xianghua was stunned, and Qin Gang was even more stunned.

The two demons of the Yellow Spring frowned. Isn’t this kid an emperor’s resentment demon?

Why can you speak?

A handful of magical swords appeared behind Zhou Xuanji. He looked at Xian Xianghua and smiled and said, "Are you in a beautiful mood in this scene now?"
Chapter completed!