"Fortunately he was not dead..."

As the wind whistled, Yang Yu's magic power urging the Yuan Magnetic Power penetrated through the sea of ​​clouds like a rainbow light, leaving the dust.

"Not dead..."

After Jiang Shentong was stunned, he chased after him.

Huh ~

As the sea of ​​clouds surged, Yang Yu walked across the street, his eyes were cold and his thoughts were fluctuating.

Jiang Shentong's words made him feel extremely bad, but also reminded him of some of the words in the book "On Jie".

"The fate of disaster is always related. The fruit of Tao is both a fortune and a disaster!"

What if one day he will not be able to complete the ritual he wants, or he will deviate from the precepts?

Bang!

With one step to break through the sea of ​​clouds, Yang Yu's eyes fell on Qianshan City, or the crowded martial arts gate.

That's...
Chapter completed!