Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Jin Bu Long's momentum was unstoppable, like a bamboo forest being swept away. He smashed through three Wan Wen Sacred Artifacts in succession, shattered four sacred arts, and rushed towards the Sacred Mansion at lightning speed.,Nine Dragons run simultaneously, in terms of momentum, enough to overwhelm a Step Saint King. 。Soon, the golden chariot of Jīn Bù Lóng caught up with Fang Yi and Dong Liú Jiàn Zūn, arriving beneath the Saint Mansion. 。Those powerful Saints from the Dao Prison Realm and Zi Mansion Realm were left far behind the chariot. 。,Just a little bit. 。If my cultivation were to advance further, Zhang Ruochin would definitely not be able to withstand this sword of mine. 。“The Eastern Flow Sword Saint felt a tinge of regret.” 。"Zhang Ruochin, your cultivation seems to have increased a lot. No wonder you dare to rush over alone." 。Unfortunately, you've met us two. You're destined to drink hatred today. 。。