Zhang Ruochen was moved and didn't know how to speak.

Bai Qing'er was not as cold as before. She was as obedient as a girl who had not yet been married. She saluted and said, "Thank you, the clan!"

"What did I do with Grandpa Xie? It's not me who took action."

The Blood-Jui War God looked away from Bai Qing'er, stared at Zhang Ruochen, and said, "Who is the one who took the attack? There are only so many people in the world who have such combat power. I never thought of who you asked for it?"

"Grandpa will naturally know about it in the future."

Zhang Ruochen kept a secret, then took out the magic mirror of Zangshan and smiled and said, "I have a great gift here, I want to honor you."

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, a broken sound rang out from the mirror of the mountain magic mirror.

A large amount of blood and energy surged out of the mirror, rolling around, filling the entire Goddess and Queens Palace.

In an instant, the blood and energy spread out of the Goddess Tower in the world, covering the No. 1 Goddess City, dyeing the sky within a radius of millions of miles red, making Xing Huantian's monks panic again.

A cold and hatred voice came from the magic mirror of the Tibetan Mountain, trembling with the Goddess Queen's Palace: "Child Ruochen, do you think that a mere supreme holy weapon can trap me?"

It is the voice of the second-class blood ancestor.
Chapter completed!