The next moment, the big holy ax split the white clothes instantly.

Qin Xuan's head and body collapsed at this moment, and an arm clenched tightly flew towards the eighteenth stone palace during the collapse.

Under the entire Luowang Abyss, everything seemed to be silent.

Emperor Wu Ling looked at the blood on the knife, and saw that the flesh and blood had not dried up.

"Hahaha!"

He suddenly laughed wildly.

The half-month pursuit almost exhausted him, and all kinds of humiliation were wiped out at this moment.

Just when Emperor Wu Ling laughed wildly, the four stone palaces suddenly bloomed with brilliance.

Four spiritual beads flew out from the four stone palaces.

Red, brown, white, basket!

There are ancient immortal inscriptions on it, which belong to the ancient period of the immortal world.

There are books separately...

In the eighteenth stone palace, in Qin Xuan's arm, a touch of white-clothed origin was bathed in a golden pool of water.

The tightly closed eyes suddenly spoke, "Earth, Fire, Feng Shui, the Four Ancestral Soldiers!"

"Emperor Wu Ling, I can't kill you, but you can stay here!"

"One day, I will chop your head off and hang it high!"

The four great ancestral soldiers, the mixed ancestral formation.
Chapter completed!