Even if she doesn't use Shenzang, she is the most powerful one.

But when facing Zhou You and Xu Zang, she discovered her mistake... A conceited genius finally touched the ceiling of her strength.

Only then did she realize that Shenzang is not omnipotent.

Her path to practice cultivation begins with practicing divinity, but should never end with this... What she should practice is herself, not the powers in the divine pool.

The ancient god general Fu Yao's head kept crackling with armor on his body, and the armor like fish scales fell. The scales... did not fall naturally, but were stretched to pieces.

The dark god, who was originally burly and three or four people tall, roared in a low voice, and a thunder sound shook from his throat.

At this moment, his shoulders had a thorny barb, his spine was raised, and his whole body was as tall as a mountain. His bones trembled again and again... they were twice as big as before.

Fu Yao's face turned pale as the second level of divine sect opened.

Her breath was not weak at all.

The opening of Shenzang was not a burden for her, but a supply... the blood flowing in her body accelerated.

In contrast with the pale complexion, Fu Yao's lips turned red... as if they were covered with a piece of rouge.

Her eyes were pure, with glass-like colors reflected inside.

Fu Yao's every move, countless divine clouds flowed, making her look like an immortal in the sky.

She raised one hand, raised her four fingers slightly, and said softly with a smile in her words: "Even the ancient Heavenly Lord of the Dao Sect has come out... Zhouyou, let me see, what are your methods?"

The white-haired Taoist priest laughed.

He handed the "sin of punishment" backwards, and the white-robed Heavenly Lord behind him took over and did not immediately kill him, but held a sword like a knife, standing at a line between his eyebrows.

Zhou You raised his head and flew upwards.

He stood up a palm.

The burning Taoist fire made a brilliant explosion in the air.

The speed of sweeping upwards is getting slower and slower until hovering.

He lowered his head and looked at the gradually smaller Lotus Temple.

The palm slowly flipped and aimed at the bottom.

Heaven and earth are stagnant.

Fu Yao's pupils contracted and raised his sleeves. The burly general who was as majestic as a mountain raised his hands, blocked him in front of him, roared and rushed out.

The dark stream of light was instantly dispersed in the air.

With a loud bang.

The Lotus Temple seemed to be slapped by someone's palm, sunken, and countless gravels turned into powder.

Mr. Yuan Chun's formation made a violent roar.

A huge handprint was sunk on the ground of the entire temple.
Chapter completed!