And that three-pronged stick has expanded uncontrollably under its profound practice for more than two hundred years!

At first, the child's wrist was only as thick as an inch, and then it expanded by an inch and waited for more than ten miles to cross.

The three-pronged stick was as thick as a mountain pillar in Yang Yu's sense, and thousands of acres of smoke and dust rolled in.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a long roar that was so grand that it exceeded the limit of his ear power, like an ancient god and demon, who waved the iron of the Dinghai God here.

Their momentum, their meaning, and their spirit have all reached the ultimate level!

Rumble!

It seemed that a thunder sounded in my heart. Yang Yu's pupils contracted violently, and he could also hear the old monk's voice.

Feel the spirit of the person.

This old monk with a small braid is in his bones, and he is domineering and domineering!

“The second…”

"die!"

The cold Bytes revealed that Fan Ruyi made every effort to attack.

From a child to a sacred country, he has experienced countless battles in two hundred years. The reason why he can survive to this day is that he never underestimates any opponent.

Not only did he stimulate the true energy of two hundred years of cultivation, he also used the divine weapon "Three-pin Staff" that was built by a country's hundred years of power.

At this moment, he asked himself that even if Zhang Xuanba was resurrected, if there was no Xuan Armor on his side, he would have to retreat.

"Um?!"

But at this moment, his heart suddenly shook and he smelled an unusual smell.

The moment the three-pronged stick was hit, he clearly saw that Yang Yu's pupils were shrinking violently.

But the next moment, his expression became extremely calm.

Then,

Between his five fingers, golden lights were emitted, and accompanied by the sound of dragon roar, two dragons appeared in Fan Ruyi's eyes.

That's...
Chapter completed!