"It''s too late after all!"


    The old monk in linen Zen clothes disappeared above the head of the giant beast and appeared in front of Haotian and the Fourth Confucian Patriarch without any fluctuation in power.


    The space has not moved, and neither has the air flow.


    The process of moving did not have any impact on the outside world, as if he had always been standing there.


    This kind of horror displayed in a silent place is shocking to everyone.


    "Master!"


    The jeweled Ksitigarbha stepped forward and put his hands together


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