Xuetu gasped, stared at Zhang Ruochen and Chi Yao, and said, "What are you talking about when you kiss me? Come here and help me, this Tianzhu is too heavy!"

Zhang Ruochen, who had originally planned to take this opportunity to show off directly with Chi Yao and ask her everything, was interrupted by Xue Tu's voice. His lips just opened and then closed.

Suddenly.

Zhang Ruochen felt something in his heart, looked into the distance and said, "There are monks coming this way, hide them first."

"Really? My soul didn't even feel it!"

Just as Xuetu was wondering, he was grabbed by Zhang Ruochen and dragged into the ruins.

Chi Yao turned into an afterimage, flew to a star core of the Tianzhu on the right, a hundred meters above the ground, activated the power of the Destiny Staff, and then disappeared.

About half an hour later.

Under the leadership of Yan Ting, a group of supreme monks from the Yama tribe fled to the base of the Tianzhu.

In the distance, there were sounds of fighting.

Yan Wushen was burning with flames, with the "Book of Death" suspended above his head, controlling a stone bridge, and constantly attacking from behind. He was seriously injured, and the holy blood was flowing from his body, but the holy blood was still burning.

What was chasing them in the rear was a mighty ghost cloud.

In the ghost cloud, there are countless ghosts and howls are endless.

"Young Master, you go first!"

An elder supreme sage rushed out like lightning, struck the already very weak Yan Wushen on the chest with his palm, and sent Yan Wushen flying out, falling to the bottom of the Tianzhu.

At the same time, the supreme sage rushed into the ghost cloud.

"Boom!"

The Holy Origin explodes.

The destructive power tore apart the ghost clouds, and the light was bright and dazzling.
Chapter completed!