"Would you be afraid of provoking a war between the Peng clan and the Shenxiao Holy Land?"

The old Taoist priest thoughtfully: "The meat of the five thousand-year-old chicken is probably not tender!"

"Hey, it seems that when your father comes to the door, he can only use it to make soup."

The golden-winged roc eagle was stunned for a moment, and its golden wings stood up when they were steep, and they were furious.

This traitor and this crazy gangster actually wanted to catch his father and make soup together!

Before its accusation could be released, it turned into a deep horror.

Because the old Taoist priest had already come with the stick.

He grabbed the golden-winged roc eagle and turned it over.

Then, the golden long stick suddenly poked the lower body of the golden-winged roc.

The old Taoist priest: "You are quite young, bear the pain."

Golden-winged Roc Eagle: "No, no, ah!"

...

Trepidation!

The tragic sound of the rolls sounded between the sky and the earth, and then came to an abrupt end.

The old Taoist priest flipped the grill while grilling the big eagle with green flames.

He glanced at the void around him and smiled, "For the sake of your failure to take action."

"Everyone leaves 1 million spirit stones, and I can let you go without any blame."

"Otherwise, I'll tear open the space myself and ask you for it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the surrounding void shattering and it began to rain.
Chapter completed!