Countless strong winds raged in the air.

boom!

All the Jindan monks of Xinghe Sect rushed into the air.

They each cast their strongest spells and magic weapons to hold up domes of light.

When the sea of ​​stars completely disappeared for dozens of breaths, the thick smoke brought by the black stone had shrouded the entire Galaxy Sect like a dark night. However, what made all the monks of the Galaxy Sect arouse hope was that the power of the Tribulation Cloud would no longer increase.

The catastrophe seems to be finally coming to an end.

"I hate it!"

Several Galaxy Sect elders howled miserably at the same time.

The entire Xinghe Sect was devastated, with Taoist palaces damaged everywhere. Although important places such as the Sutra Collection Hall, the Spiritual Field, and the Magical Artifact Storehouse were saved, most of the places in the mountain gate were like a rubble field.

The ancient trees, spiritual flowers and exotic trees that had grown for unknown ages in the entire mountain gate were all smashed to pieces.

"Where's that Wang Li?"

The calamity was about to end, and the attention of a Xinghe Sect monk finally fell on Wang Li who was under the Jingzang Hall. At this time, "Wang Li, He Lingxiu and Li Daoqi" below the Jingzang Hall suddenly shook their bodies.

As bursts of spiritual light disappeared, the bodies of the three of them suddenly turned into light and shadow, twisting continuously.

"Mimicry?"
Chapter completed!