"Jie Jie...Are you funny? I remember you!"

In the golden light, ethereal words filled the air out of thin air, like ghostly echoes, making Wu Wenhu, who was in the realm of reality, feel a chill down his back. He looked at the former again, and his past jokes gradually subsided.

But in the blink of an eye, the joking face appeared again, and even at this moment, there was a look of disdain on his face, saying: "You...it's useless for you to remember. I announced my home. Do you dare to come? The door of Shengzhou Tiansheng Palace.

Will you look for it? I am the elder of Tiansheng Palace. If you have the ability, please remember to come to me in Shengzhou."

Wu Wenhu's scolding attitude was fully displayed, but when he mentioned Tiansheng Palace and the Holy Elder, the faces of Qin Xue and others behind him were obviously slightly deformed.

Wu Wenhu's actions are really funny.

"Shengzhou, Shenglao, Jiejie..."

The golden wings fanned, and the power of thunder filled the void. It flapped its wings and flew, thunder and lightning flashed, the sky changed color, and the golden figure breathed thousands of feet.

The ethereal voice still echoes in the sky.

Yan Ling'er and others looked again and saw that the figures of the Purgatory Golden Dragon Clan had disappeared into the endless desolation.

Behind them, the other four forbidden land lords in the Holy Lord Realm looked at each other with a wry smile on their faces.

In the past thousand years, this was the first time they had seen the Holy Lord crippled, and the person who caused all this was actually an inconspicuous boy in front of them?

"What? Do you want to stay for tea?"

Looking at the four masters of the forbidden area, Yan Linger sneered on her face. Her previous momentum had already scared them to death.

At that moment, the four masters of the forbidden area left in despair.

The Lord of the Forbidden Land left, and the army of saints behind him also quickly left towards the Contract Mountains in the blink of an eye, fearing that they would fall if they were one step too late.

The Saint Clan army left, but the expressions of the powerful human race men were indeed different, especially Chi Yanbao and others, when they looked at Wu Wenhu, the latter still had his hands on his hips.

"Holy Continent...Tian Sheng Palace, Holy Lao!"

When Shengxuan left, he still read out these names, thinking that when he comes to Jiuzhou in the future, Tiansheng Palace, one of the Four Saint Palaces, may not be able to escape disaster.

Wu Wenhu's move undoubtedly made countless flamers laugh, but he was suddenly afraid. It was better to stay away from this kind of guy who killed people without repaying his life.

"Um?"

"Yan Ling'er, this doesn't seem like your style? Why did you let them leave?"

Long Ting tapped Void Zhipeng under his feet, and Xuan Qingyi jumped up, came to Yan Linger's side, looked at the latter, and wanted to say more.
Chapter completed!