The same breath and the same soul fluctuations are only possible.

"The human race was born in less than 100,000 years in total. If you say you have practiced to the Daluo Golden Immortal, you still have some possibility, but if you reach the quasi-saint, I will not believe it no matter what!"

Zhulong was shocked.

But facts are facts.

"die!"

Chu Yang just spit out a word, and the seal turned around. The sky rioted, all things collapsed, the order broke, and eight peaks appeared out of thin air, arranged in all directions and eight poles.

The territory of thousands of miles solidified in an instant.

The sea level drops directly a thousand feet.

The peaks fall around the candle dragon.

"This kind of magical power?"

Zhulong was shocked. He activated the dragon ball, and bursts of dragon roars came from it, directly showing an ancestor dragon, and attacked in the air to destroy the eight peaks, but was shocked and shattered.

Bang……!

The guardian fairy light was broken, and the candle dragon was hit by a blow.

The sea water immediately turned blood red, and some blood even gave birth to spirituality and turned into elves, which could be killed.

The blood of the quasi-saint is endless.

"die!"

Chu Yang's eyes were faint, piercing through the sea, locked in Zhulong, raised a finger, and clicked over.
Chapter completed!