Canxian's palm was broken directly, and strands of immortal blood flowed, but the color of this immortal blood was not very healthy, revealing weakness.

"An immortal weapon?" Canxian's voice dropped. He didn't expect that Shi Hao had such a trump card.

If Red King is still alive, Red King will recognize the little wooden horse.

The Red King clan was the first victim of Little Trojan.

"So what about the immortal weapon? How long can you control it?" Canxian said coldly and came to kill again.

He didn't believe that Shi Hao, a humane monk, could always revive the immortal weapon.

Facing Canxian's attack, the little wooden horse did not push forward again, but came to Shi Hao's side, picked up Shi Hao and ran away.

"Hey, little one, why did you run away?" Shi Hao was confused and strangled the wooden horse's neck. He didn't understand why the wooden horse ran away.

The complete immortals have been killed, and this is just a broken immortal.

But the little wooden horse still ignored Shi Hao and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Canxian drove an ancient chariot and was pursued by eight celestial horses.

Shi Hao looked back and saw that the distance between the two parties had not narrowed, and he immediately laughed.

"Aoling old dog."
Chapter completed!