Will the divine power be immortal in the great way?

Ten thousand saints of the Great Dao who can never be beaten to death...

Han Jue's heart was thrilled, and then he realized that he had simply thought about the divine power.

He could only pin his hopes on Pangu.

"Brother, work harder and fuck them up, and finally let me harvest the heads..."

Han Jue murmured to himself, his eyes full of anticipation.

On the other side, chaos has already surging!

All the gods of the Great Dao rushed to one place.

The Taoist robe is also one of them.

He frowned in the turbulent flow of time and space.

"What exactly does Pangu want to do?"
Chapter completed!