Immediately, the whole person suddenly turned into blood mist, splashing on the immortal gate.

Then, roaring sounds sounded throughout the Fenglei Immortal Sect.

Hundreds of disciples were crushed into blood mist under Qin Xuan's immortal thoughts.

Three hundred breaths later, Qin Xuan has reached the deepest point.

He quietly looked at Lan Lun, who had been severely injured and had a split eye.

"This is impossible. Even if you ascend, it will never last more than a hundred years!"

"A hundred years ago, how could you have such strength!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Xuan passed by with a sword.

A line of blood appeared on Lanlun's neck, and then Qin Xuan turned around and walked away.

Lan Lun stared at Qin Xuan without closing his eyes, but Qin Xuan didn't respond.

If you kill an ant, just kill it. No need to explain too much.

wind and thunder

Outside the Immortal Gate, Qin Xuan stepped into the clouds and held the hand in red.

Behind him, the peaks were stained with blood and no longer had any life left.

Since then, there has been no more...
Chapter completed!