The fragments of the magic weapon are like a rain of light, pouring down from the sky.

I...poof!

The white-bearded old man couldn't catch his breath, and he spurted blood on the spot.

The natal weapon is not an ordinary magic weapon. Its explosion will backfire on its owner.

And the backlash was indeed extremely ferocious. Half of the body of the white-bearded old Taoist Quasi-Immortal King exploded. He was still an immortal in one moment, but now he looked like a fierce ghost.

Destroy!

Zhan Tianxing rushed out, and the five-finger seal appeared from under the canopy.

The power of his palm was unparalleled, crushing the white-bearded old master and causing his body to collapse.

"Kill you with a knife."

Mr. Zhao realized that he was a thief, and the nine immortal-killing techniques merged into one, and his body was destroyed in pieces.

Okay! The white-bearded old man made a mistake and was beaten by the two men until he was left with only illusory soul.

"Come in!"

Zhan Tianxing sacrificed a small pagoda and took its spirit into it.

The small tower alone seemed unable to trap the quasi-immortal king, as the guy was rushing inside.

"Not honest yet."

Zhao Yun and Zhan Tianxing acted in unison, both spilling their original blood.
Chapter completed!