Quiet for a while.

In the dark void, three humans crawled out with bones standing on their backs.

Already disfigured.

The three of them were tired, sad, and blind all their eyes. They could not see each other, and even their spiritual consciousness was difficult to use. They were like mortals who were blind, struggling and stumbling.

Stumbling.

Sorrowful and miserable.

Looking at that figure, I don’t know if I can find my way to come.

Finally, there are four celestial immortal figures including Taoshan.

The four are the most miserable.

One was blown to the Beihai Sea and the other was loaded into the eyes of the Beihai Sea. It was so bitter and cold that it was hard to break free.

A man was blown to the Flame Mountain and the divine fire burned his body, like an ant on a hot pan, all his hair was burned, and he couldn't recognize the monk and Taoist priest, jumping and smoky and fire.

One was blown deep into the underworld, in front of the mountain, with a cow head and horse face roaring; half hidden, half hidden, hungry ghosts cry when they are poor, and their body withered and souls are robbed.

A man who was blown into the Tianhe River was severed and his muscles were broken, his spirit was ignorant, and a ferocious crocodile from the Tianhe River came to bite him.

What a four celestial immortal, it’s so miserable!

If there is no rescue, it is unlikely to end well.

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Chapter completed!