In an instant, he was almost overwhelmed by these thoughts, and everything from his soul to his Tao body was occupied by these thoughts.

This is the terrifying thing about facing the true form of the saint at close range!

It's just the pinnacle of Earthly Immortality, even with the blessing of the heavenly priesthood.

Even though the saint himself had no such intention.

However, in this Biyou Palace, in this saint's ashram, I can hear the saint's voice with my own ears and see the saint's true body with my own eyes.

Tianpeng's Taoist heart and soul are still impacted and infected.

Fortunately, the saint was compassionate and noticed the canopy.

The Qingping sword moved slightly, and a piece of green lotus fell into the canopy.

In a moment, Marshal Tianhe fell into a coma.

The leader of Tongtian didn't care about the canopy either.

He walked up to Zhao Gongming and looked at this disciple who had been guilty and guilty for thousands of years.

He looked at Sanxiao's appearance again.

Seeing the current appearance of these four disciples, he sighed, stretched out his hand, and brought these four disciples to him.

With a casual move, the four futons that had been lonely for thousands of years fell in front of the four people.
Chapter completed!