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.,Give me a break 。A half-transparent aquatic demigod, a Saint King in his prime, charged forward, blocking the path of the golden dragon carriage. He mobilized the laws of water through his sacred arts, causing a silver river to appear on his palm. 。The long river swirled, turning into a liquid spear that shot towards the Golden Stepper Dragon Chariot. 。,From the palm of Fang Yi, a small and exquisite flying knife shot out. It transformed into a slender light trace, aiming for Zhang Ruochin's brow.。