Then he saw a woman in a silver-white dress standing in front of the purple-robed "Ye Qingyun".
"Huang Wa."
The purple-robed "Ye Qingyun" showed no surprise and looked at Nuwa calmly.
"You can't stop me."
"If you can't stop it, you have to stop it. Besides, I'm not alone!"
As soon as Nuwa finished speaking, five figures flew out from the Central Plains. They were five of Ye Qingyun's ten disciples.
The other five people were in Shen Nong's tripod, suppressing the Three Pure Ones.
Roar!!!
With a roar, the Qitian Demon King, who had not been seen for a long time, also flew over from overseas, glaring at the purple-robed "Ye Qingyun" with a stern look.
Buzz!!!
On the earth, the Eight Dragon Divine Heavenly Formation also emerged on its own, transforming the defensive formation into an offensive and killing formation.
All the power in the formation is geared towards the purple-robed "Ye Qingyun".
"In the lower world, only Da Mao poses a threat to me, but it is already dead."
"Just by yourself, it's just a fly shaking a tree."
The purple-robed "Ye Qingyun" spoke indifferently, not paying attention to these figures in the distance.
"Amitabha."
But when he heard the sound of the Buddha's chant, Huikong clasped his hands and flew out of Fuyun Mountain, passed everyone, and came straight to the purple-robed "Ye Qingyun".
It caused everyone to change their colors.
Huikong was seen bowing to the purple-robed "Ye Qingyun" with a respectful look on his face.
"The young monk welcomes the return of the Holy Son!"
Chapter completed!