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.,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. 。,"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. 。。