Grandma said casually.

Su Xuan nodded slightly.

Although the fairy thing is illusory, Su Xuan doesn't think it really doesn't exist.

The Time Immortal in the Immortal and Demon Cemetery, and the mysterious Pure Land Immortal... These all indicate that in the ancient times, there really were immortals in the Holy King Continent! The tears of immortals will naturally not be so good.

"Although you have obtained the holy dragon body, it seems that it is still sealed now.

Nowadays, Tiannan is not strong, and you cannot withstand external forces."

Immortal Grandma said again.

Su Xuan paused: "So I have to find another way out."

"How to say?"

"The real dragon controls Tiannan, I will take everyone to the Demon Realm!"

...Wu Dian.

In front of the holy gate of the ancient Martial Palace, a figure rushed in.

This is a young man.

Soon, he rushed into an ancient palace.

In the hall, an imposing middle-aged man sat at the head of the hall, calm and imposing, with a powerful aura.

"Report to Emperor Wu, there is news from Tiannan that the evil master is not dead, and he will forcefully repel the Cao and Xu clans!"

The young man knelt down on one knee.

"boom!"

The middle-aged man crushed the teacup in his hand and stood up with an angry look on his face.

"Well, you bitch, you're not dead yet!"

He shouted sharply, it was Wu Jingtian.

Back then, he watched his niece Wu Tianji being dragged into a bottomless pit by Su Xuan, and was even ruined in Tiannan. He has not forgotten this at all.

Over at Tiannan, he has also been paying attention.

Then he smiled coldly: "But that's fine, since you are alive, then I want you to die in the most painful way."

Wu Jingtian walked out and decided to call someone.

He was not blind. Since Su Xuan was able to repel the Cao and Xu clans, his strength must be different from what it used to be.

But right now.

Ripples suddenly appeared in front of Wu Jingtian.

A tall figure walked out.

"Brother?"

Wu Jingtian was shocked.

"Tian Nan, you don't have to go."

The stalwart figure said calmly.

"But..." Wu Jingtian was puzzled.

"I'll go there myself."

The tall figure spoke again.

Wu Jingtian paused for a moment, his eyes trembling wildly.

The young men next to them lowered their heads and lay directly on the ground, their eyes full of awe and fanaticism.

The figure in front of him is none other than the Lord of the Martial Palace! Twenty years ago, he was known as the number one man in the Eastern Wasteland.

Twenty years later, he is even more unfathomable.
Chapter completed!