Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Fēng Mó stood on a dragon bone of the golden chariot, and let out a sinister chuckle: "Brother Fang, Brother Dong Liu, it's been a long time.,Therefore, even though the Jinbulong Lian is a nine-ray ten thousand pattern sacred artifact, it is now only a circle of holy force mist. The power that erupts is far from comparable to the complete power of a two-ray ten thousand pattern sacred artifact. 。," 。Suddenly, behind the frenzy, two powerful waves of holy power surged out one after another, and two semi-holy king-level beings charged up. 。One of them, covered in purple flames, looked like a monkey, three meters tall. He was the leader of the Flame Monkey clan from the Dao Prison Realm. 。The other was a humanoid, very old, holding a crescent-shaped scimitar. He was the disciple of a human Great Saint from the Blade Prison Realm, Old Man Qi Li. 。。