The movements of the gods were unpredictable, disappearing and reappearing in an instant. Zhao Yun was already approaching. With an ordinary finger, but filled with the meaning of destruction, he went straight towards Zhao Yun's head and stabbed him.

This finger really poked a bloody hole in Zhao Yun.

When Yao Yue saw it, her face turned pale.

When the Demon King saw this, he showed no expression. Is Zhao Yun the one who suffered the loss? He didn't dodge or dodge and received a finger from the Ancient God Lingtian. How could he not cut it back?

How else to say that he understands Zhao Yun? Just cut him off.

Zheng!

The Heavenly Cang Divine Sword clangs, and the withering sword intent intertwines.

Ancient God Lingtian seemed to have expected it. He smiled slightly and was about to retreat.

However, before he could move, he saw a ray of fairy light shooting out of Zhao Yun's body, forming an iron chain and locking his divine body. He was stunned but did not move away.

"You..." The smile on Ancient God Lingtian's face disappeared in an instant.

puff!

The bloody light of the gods is the most dazzling.

The world saw the head of Ancient God Lingtian cut off by Zhao Yun's sword. You poke me and I'll take your head off... It's fair.
Chapter completed!