However.

Zhao Fan's sword arrived sooner!

The third knife fell.

The Saint Lord Shuankou, one of the two peerless geniuses of Zhen Sect, died here!

The face of the Wax Mist Saint was ashes, and he stepped back without hesitation. In his opinion, the other party's next move was to control the trial tower to smash his protection and then kill him!

but.

However, Zhao Fan put his sword away and fled into the trial tower, rushed towards the door, and the magical fish jumped in.

The Nine Domain Tower turned into particles and disappeared.

Because, according to the Kaitian Scroll, the elders of the extreme realm of Zhen Sect are just about to arrive.

"call……"

The Holy Lord of Wax Mist was extremely lucky, and it felt like he had saved his life.

He looked at the corpse of the tung horn that was not one in one in full, and a huge anger burst into his eyes, "Good! I want to let you die!!!"

"Is fortune coming again?"

"What's going on?"

"Ah?! Bolt!"

"The tung buckle... fell?!"

"Impossible, he has a life-saving object at the level of ancestral weapon!"

A group of elders from the Zhen Sect arrived one after another.

The extreme level of the Dharma Protector at the door also came in.

Looking at the tragic scene in the seclusion quiet room and the holy Lord of Waxfog who was roaring madly, he fell into silence.

Especially the mountain and river screens cracked and spread on the ground, becoming a masterpiece.

And at this time.
Chapter completed!