The night in the Rakshasa realm is quiet and peaceful.

The son of the plane and the Saint were like two javelins, standing upright on the top of the mountain, staring at the Void with his eyes, waiting for the person in the black hole to come out. The embarrassing thing was that for four days, not to mention the figure, there was not even a bird.

That man was once again on the eighteenth floor.

On the seventy-eighth floor, he opened the external commander body.

On the eighty-sixth floor, he ignited the holy blood.

On the 94th floor, he sacrificed his life.

On the 98th floor, he sat there, or was crushed to death by the pressure, and the domineering ancient holy body was crushed to pieces, with golden blood flowing.

There is another layer that he climbed up, and the holy body was almost crushed into a pool of blood mud.

If there are outsiders here, you will definitely be relieved. You are also very hardworking to study the dragon throne.

For you, I almost lost my life. Ye Chen cursed secretly, healed the holy body, stepped forward, and sat on the dragon throne. He finally came up, so he had to sit down.

You junior, you are very brave! The Emperor of the Underworld in Jieming Mountain took a deep breath.

Listening to your words, you seem to know the Lingxiao Palace. Emperor Huang said leisurely.

It is the first hall of heaven.
Chapter completed!