"Walk!"

True Lord Can Jian shouted loudly.

He directly ordered all the people in the Xianchan Palace to escape. What he originally relied on the most was the Xianchan Heaven-Standard Formation. Now the Xianchan Heaven-Standard Formation has been easily defeated by Wang Li, so he has no fighting spirit.

At this time, he had no self-esteem of a Nascent Soul monk at all, and escaping was important.

"Others can leave, but you can't."

Wang Li's face was as deep as water. If he had such a momentum when facing a Nascent Soul monk, he would definitely be filled with secret joy like a villain's success, but at this time he did not feel any joy in his heart.

He used the Nine Heavens Star Step to the extreme, crossing the void, chasing the true king of Canjian, and even his natal insect was secretly released.

"This man has a grudge against his elder brother?"

It was not until this time that Wan Yehe, who had realized it later, came back to his taste.

Yan Yan ignored him, but she and Wei Daimei could see that Wang Li was not only having a grudge with this person, but probably the kind of deep hatred that could not be dissolved.

"Does the Gu Sect dare to be so unscrupulous?"

The true Lord Canjian felt that Wang Li's escape speed was faster than himself. He screamed in horror and made a faint stream of light like a firefly with his backhand.

boom!

This flowing light, which was only the size of a finger, hit Wang Li's chest, and instantly made a blood hole like a bowl of blood in his chest, but Wang Li seemed to have no feeling at all, and he took out a large handprint of the dark coffin again.

puff!
Chapter completed!