Lu Yi looked up and saw the middle-aged man standing in the sky last time, with a fiery golden light all over his body.


    This middle-aged man is the Mahayana ancestor of Yuanyang Sect.


    "Lu Yi! Today is your day of death!" The ancestor of Mahayana said coldly, with golden light circulating around his body, surrounded by a divine wheel, like a **** descending on judgment.


    Lu Yi''s expression was stern and sneered, "A dignified monk in the Mahayana realm, actually hiding in the dark and squatting as a small spiritual monk of me? Really you are."


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