Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

About thirty paces from the Sacred Mansion, two extremely tiny dots were moving slowly forward. 。If you were to get closer, you would see that the two spots are actually two figures radiating with holy light. They are Fang Yi and Dongliu Jianzun. 。It was only because the physiques of the two individuals were, compared to the Holy Mansion, truly diminutive, that they appeared as mere specks. 。Both Fang Yi and Dongliu Jianzun's faces were somber. Every step they took forward, intricate patterns appeared beneath their feet. 。At this time, they would take out a talisman from their storage bag and strike it onto the ground. 。With a deafening roar, the lines shattered and vanished into thin air. 。,"Are you trying to reap the rewards without doing any work" Fang Yi snorted coldly. 。Zhang Ruochin said, “When it comes to shamelessness, you're unmatched. Back then, you and those holy beings from the Dao Prison Realm forced us into the canyon to die. I’ve never forgotten that score.” 。Thinking about this, Fang Yi's heart surged with even greater anger, and he said: "Well, since you're here, let's settle all our grievances and old scores once and for all." 。"Party B's two hands, pressed against the temples, exerted all his strength to stimulate the Baihui acupoint between the eyebrows. " 。The next moment, a white beam of light shot out from his brow and struck the charging golden 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. 。。