When they flew away from Dongsheng Shenzhou, the number of scattered cultivators had already reached five hundred.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay!"

An unfamiliar voice?

It seems that this extraterrestrial place for exchange of ideas can no longer be used in the future.

From Wuzhuang Temple to Biyou Palace, we passed through the evil waves of the East China Sea.

"The auspicious time has come, it's time to set off!" He said, he held up the earth book, wrapped himself up, set up the auspicious clouds, and headed towards Biyou Palace.

Jiejiao is just like the Renhuang family in the Renhuang era.

These thoughts echoed outside the sky.

But there is one thing - his credibility is very good.

The three realms are prosperous.

Only a few people with declining fortunes and serious evil deeds who didn't realize it didn't leave in time.

Even three generations of disciples are full of talented people!

Therefore, soon, the number of casual cultivators behind Zhen Yuanzi began to increase sharply.

Countless magic weapons and spiritual treasures shine between heaven and earth.

"Therefore, Pindao should refrain from killing today!"

Behind Zhen Yuanzi, hundreds of cultivators, each offering their magic weapons and using their magical powers, followed closely behind.

Despite this, the accident happened quickly.

Suddenly, the man's thoughts were numb, his soul was lost, and all his movements were stopped by some strange coincidence.

Such words echoed in the man's thoughts.

Taoist Minghe Jiejie smiled sternly and blocked Zhen Yuanzi's path: "I'm a poor Taoist who's really not used to walking alone. I'd like to go with my Taoist friends. I don't know what my friendship is."

How dare Zhen Yuanzi refuse?

This Styx Taoist, even in the prehistoric era, was famous for his weird personality and chicken-like bowels.

I can only nod helplessly: "That's what you wish for!"
Chapter completed!