In addition, the old man was stopped by the sword force and without any resistance, he was turned into two neat pieces.

Clean and neat, without any delay.

Such a scene looks very shocking.

Zhou Fan had no smile on his face. He looked at the corpse of the old man in front of him.

When I raised my head, there was a vast world faintly appearing.

On it, there are various true texts, Yunzhuang and Taoist patterns.

"It's still not strong!"

Zhou Fan sighed quietly.

His original body was entrusted by Zhao Yueru's Nine Cauldrons. The power of this clone was due to the arrival of this great catastrophe. The catastrophe was vigorous and the Chihuntai Wuyuan, one of the three-yuan body, was spontaneously absorbed.

However, in just one year, Chihun Taiwuyuan was incredible, and he could not improve the strength of his clone to the same as his original body.

Therefore, with his current strength as his clone, he would not believe that he could easily kill a Master Zhidao of the Eighth Level of Hedao.

Even if it is unexpected, it is impossible.

The great world emerged.

Various runes of the great way appear and there are thousands of true texts that fall from it.

Each one is the size of a baby's fist, with an octagonal radiance, and a misty breath lingering.
Chapter completed!