Qi and blood boil.

The people here in the Immortal Palace are all in peace with the three elders showing their trump cards.

The other saint sons and powerful men also used their trump cards one after another.

The imitation dragon pattern tripod and golden sword all flew out,

On the other side of Murong Qingcheng, a huge lotus flower enveloped her.

Shen Jingqiu was surrounded by countless purple clouds, making her look like a fairy.

Although these people followed the trump card, they were all knocked back.

Their attack was also shattered.

Although their lives were not in danger, many of them still vomited blood.

The formation formed by those young disciples was torn to pieces in an instant, and many of them were directly punched into blood mist.

Damn it, how could he be so strong!

Those who survived were terrified.

The elder's face was gloomy, and Lin Xuan also frowned and asked, are you saying that the light shining on the body of the Sex Demon King is the Dao pattern?

Could it be possible that he is a saint?

He was so shocked. Now he knew that Dao patterns could only be condensed by those at the saint level.

Under the saint, it is impossible to condense at all.

Can only observe.

However, the purple demon king in front of him actually had Dao marks. And there were more than one.
Chapter completed!