"Although you and I are enemies, I am also a true saint. Let's set up a tomb for you!"

Fang Yuan silently bowed his word, turned around and left.

Once your cultivation level crosses this boundary, there is something to do.

The remains of the saint of Changli can be tried to analyze the core.

The great revenge of Master Juexin’s layman can also start to take revenge.

Even the future decisive battle between the two camps will have the confidence to protect yourself and take the lead from the fire!

"Of course... now, what I should do the most is to have a good rest..."

Fang Yuan smiled bitterly and his figure gradually disappeared.

The entire battlefield was quiet.

A moment later, two figures appeared, a Confucian scholar and a charming woman.

"This is where Moonie's breath is!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked ugly. After a few quick inspections, he found the Shura field before Cang Xuansheng and the body of his daughter.

"Damn... Saint Cang Xuan, I will kill you!"

Seeing the blood hole on Mo Lian’s forehead, the middle-aged man’s blood suddenly surged.

"Oh... this wave of dream masters will probably be completely destroyed!"

The woman who came with her was in her thirties, and she was at the same time as her youth and maturity. When she turned her eyes, she saw that: "The goal of Cang Xuansheng should be Fang Yuan of the Realm Alliance. I heard that this son is very talented and even the level of breaking the Void Saint is really extraordinary!"

"Hmph! No matter how qualified a genius is, as long as he dies, he will be nothing..."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar snorted coldly, his expression also moved: "But I got the news, this person seems to be more than that simple. Even if he meets Cang Xuan Sheng, he can still deal with him... He should be nearby, let's look for..."

Soon, along the traces of the war, they saw several huge pits and graves.

"Saint Cang Xuan... is dead?"

Looking at the tombstone, the middle-aged Confucian scholar's eyes were stunned, a little unbelievable.

"How is it possible? Who can kill him?"

"I've seen the scene. It should be two true martial arts saints fighting, but they are not ours..."

The woman's expression was filled with a hint of solemnity: "I'm afraid it's the Fang Yuan of the Realm Alliance!"

"He... can he fight a true saint?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar repeated: "Wouldn't that mean that he is..."

"The Martial Arts Saint!!!"
Chapter completed!