The purple robe seemed to be unable to hear his voice at all. He just walked forward, crossing hundreds of miles every step, and stepped past the mountains and steep mountains, and the huge rocks of the divine corpses were shattered one after another.

In a moment, the purple robe disappeared.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the beautiful woman more than a hundred miles away, but found that she had disappeared.

"It wasn't my illusion just now, right?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Chi Yao's face was extremely serious and said, "It's not an illusion! Didn't you notice that the purple-robed figure walked past us just now, and she was a little familiar?"

"I can't see clearly at all, where can I get familiarity?"

Xue Tu's legs were still a little trembling and unable to stand firm.

Chi Yao said: "The patterns on his body are the world tree in the Hell Realm. The hair crown worn on his head is like a tower."

Xue Tu thought about it, his face changed drastically, and he exclaimed with a stuttering: "This is not...This is not the painting I saw in the ancestral hall of the Yan clan of the Dark Abyss, Yan...Yan Huanyu..."

He shouted these three words, Xue Tu immediately covered his mouth, then let go, bowed and bowed to the four directions, and said, "Old patriarch, I am a friend of the Yan clan. I didn't intend to offend me, I didn't intend to offend me... You don't remember the villain's mistakes, don't take it to heart..."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "Don't worship, if I'm not wrong. The figure just now was left by the old patriarch 100,000 years ago, and it was to cross time and space to save me."
Chapter completed!